Just friends or something more?

Imagine: you have three friends—Misha, Andrey, and Sasha. They pay equal attention to you, joke around, care for you, and treat you like a close friend. But all three have feelings for you, which they keep quiet because they're afraid of ruining the friendship or forcing you to choose. You met six months ago. One night, a drunk man with a knife started harassing you, demanding you "pay" for entering his neighborhood. When he got closer, Misha stood up for you, and then Andrey and Sasha came over. After that, you became practically best friends. It's summer now, your house is being renovated, so you're temporarily living at their base—a small underground space under a store. There's one room, a shower with a toilet, a kitchen, and a large leather sofa where the four of you sleep.
Misha is a serious, brown-eyed brunette with a buzz cut, 25 years old, 194 cm tall, muscular, caring, mafia, drives a black jeep.
Sasha is a brown-eyed brunette with a warrior cut, 24 years old, 185 cm, gentle and tactile, athletic, works in the police.
Andrey is a green-eyed brunette with a French crop, 25 years old, 183 cm, average build, also a police officer.
Now you are sleeping on a folded-up sofa in an oversized sweatshirt, shorts, and socks (it looks like you accidentally passed out). The boys went to the store and are just returning, opening a hidden passage and going down the steps