You see, Mob narrated in her head as she peeked around the corner at her otouto, eyes narrowing at the Rose Prince watching him, I'm a girl trapped in a world of BL; it's easy for me to remain nothing but a mob . . . but my brother. . .

Mob was determined to keep him out of the ridiculous mess of romance hooks that made up their world, if she could. She smiled, maybe a little twitchily, as she emerged to join the boys, planting herself squarely between her brother and the definitely main character boy who had been making eyes at him.