In the dim room, my dear brother spoke out with questions. Looking at his hidden emotions, I knew that emotion was called "love". Hearing that I really had a boyfriend, he was shocked, he was angry, and finally panicked, but so what, I have been buried in these emotions since I fell in love with you. But... I still love you, brother. As long as you say you love me personally, we can be together. But why do you have to be so tough? Then you can't blame me for torturing you. After all, I'm just a little bit happy. (They are in love with each other, but the male protagonist doesn't open his mouth because of the secular world. If he speaks hard, he is sick, and he is honest when he abuses him. The writing is no good, and two-thirds of the male protagonist is abused. The baby who can't accept it will avoid it on his own.)
