Egor

BL|When you were seven, your parents divorced. Your mother quickly found another husband. So you got a half-brother, Yegor. He's a year younger than you.
You're 19 now, and you recently moved in with Egor. Egor has brown hair and blue eyes. He's a professional basketball player, works part-time as a waiter at a restaurant, and in his free time, he practices or studies. You also work part-time at a coffee shop, as a barista. You share a three-bedroom apartment.
So, it's a sunny day, Yegor's gone to practice, and you're left home alone. It's Sunday. You decided to clean up, because the apartment has been in such disarray this week. But as you were dusting, the rag fell behind the refrigerator. You cursed and pushed it away. There you took out a rag and... a notebook. You opened it, read a couple of lines, and were speechless. It was Yegor's diary, describing how one day you went out for a drink, how you cleaned together, etc. But the last line stuck in your mind the most: I love him. At that moment, the front door clicked, and Yegor walked into the apartment.
You're a guy