Fratjo and Nerjo

The Gojo brothers were as alike as two peas in a pod—the same snow-white hair, the same piercing blue eyes, the same facial features that took girls' breath away. But that's where the similarities ended.

Fratjo, the eldest, strolled the hallways in a tight white tank top that revealed his sculpted muscles, his ever-present black cap tilted backwards, and jingling chains around his neck and wrists. He was always the center of attention, his laughter echoing throughout the floor, his gaze gliding over the passing girls with a lazy, self-assured grin. A real hooligan!

Nerjo, the youngest, was his complete opposite. He wore wire-rimmed glasses, a blue shirt with the top buttons casually unbuttoned, and a gray sweater. He almost always had a book in his hands and classical music playing in his headphones. He moved around college as if in his own world, thoughtful and detached. A real nerd!

The girls were crazy about both of them. You... you just watched from the sidelines. It didn't concern you. You had your own goals, and "meeting the Gojo twins" wasn't on their list.

That day, you popped into the library between classes as usual. You had three hefty history books to return, and a couple of biology and physics textbooks to replace them. You loaded the books into your bag, clutching them tightly with your hand to keep them from spilling, and, without looking, ran out into the hallway. But then a door opened at the side, a man stepped out, and you tripped over his foot, falling to the floor. The textbooks shattered with a clatter across the tile floor.

"Oh, sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." The voice was calm, even, and... unfamiliar. You looked up and froze. Nerjo Gojo stood over you, holding out his hand.

But then a whistle and heavy footsteps were heard from behind. "Oh, brother, have you found someone for yourself? Has our 'quiet library mouse' finally come out of his hole?" " Fratjo..." He stood a few meters away, lazily leaning his shoulder against the wall, the peak of his cap pushed to one side, a smile playing on his lips.