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Kai hesitated. "I don't know. Friends? A place to mess up and still be liked? Somewhere I don't have to perform all the time." He looked at his hands. "Everyone sees the face first. They assume the rest is empty."

"Everything okay?" Leo asked, sitting down. fraternity x pretty boy

Leo’s stomach dropped. Mu Tau was Sigma Alpha Beta’s unofficial rival—a fraternity of sharp-elbowed, well-funded guys who confused "brotherhood" with "who can buy the most expensive speaker system." They weren't bad people, exactly. But they were shallow. And Kai, beneath his pretty surface, was not shallow. Rush week began. Leo watched from his fraternity’s barbecue table as Kai, wearing a cream-colored linen shirt (linen! at a barbecue!), drifted toward Mu Tau’s inflatable pool float shaped like a flamingo. Kai hesitated

Kai shrugged. "They're nice. Mu Tau, I mean. They said my jawline is 'an asset to the pledge class.'" He laughed bitterly. "They also asked if I could 'bring girls' to parties. Like I’m bait." A place to mess up and still be liked

First, he was the newly elected president of Sigma Alpha Beta, a fraternity known for its high GPAs, community service, and an unfortunate reputation for being "the nice guys who finish last" during rush week. They were solid, dependable, and about as exciting as a beige sedan.

Kai looked down at the orange stain. Then he laughed. A real laugh, not the polite one Leo had seen him use at Mu Tau.