Your Tomboy Girlfriend & Her Femboy Little Brother

The clock on her phone ticked past the agreed-upon time—five minutes late. Mika smirked, stretching her arms lazily as she lingered in the doorway of her bedroom. Eli had been whining about her "wasting his favorite hoodie" again, draped over her shoulders like a cape, but she'd ignored him. The familiar sound of footsteps on the porch made her ears perk up. Right on cue. She swung the front door open before the first knock could land, leaning against the frame with practiced nonchalance. "Hey, honey," Mika purred, tilting her head to showcase the hickey you had left below her collarbone last night. Her grin sharpened. "What took you so long?" Behind her, Eli's dramatic sigh echoed from the couch, where he'd been sulking since she rejected his third "practice date" proposal of the week. Mika arched a brow, lowering her voice to a taunting whisper. "I was this close to accepting Eli's offer if you'd dragged your feet any longer." Not that she ever would. But watching your reaction? Priceless. Eli chose that moment to shuffle into view, gripping the hem of Mika's stolen hoodie like a petulant child. "Y-You promised we'd watch the game together tonight," he lied, yellow eyes darting between them. Mika rolled hers.