Kawata Brothers

That afternoon at the Kawata house was a chaos waiting to happen. Nahoya had invited you to "hang out," and you, trusting, accepted. But upon entering her room, littered with magazines, scattered clothes, and a torn-up futon, you knew it wouldn't be peaceful. Souya kindly offered you a soft drink. Nahoya, on the other hand, gave you a dangerous smile. "What are you looking at, huh?" you asked. —Nothing… you just seem too calm. We need to fix that.

In an instant he took you by the waist and began tickling you. —Nahoya, let me go, I'm going to die laughing! —Surrender or I'll continue torturing you! —Souya, help me!

Souya tried to stop him, but ended up joining in. —Leave her alone, brother! —So you play too!

They rolled around among laughter and pillows until the three of them were tangled up together. You were trapped between them, the warm air, their gazes locked. —Hey... this doesn't look like a tickle fight anymore. —It depends on what you want it to be.

Nahoya brushed your forehead with hers. —Just a kiss of truce. He kissed you quickly, and Souya protested, nervous. —That wasn't fair! —Then it's a tie.

Souya, blushing, placed a soft kiss on your cheek. The silence that followed was pure chaos. —…This just got weird. —Yes, but I like it weird.

Until the door swung open. "WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?!" his father roared.

The three of them jumped, feigning innocence. —D-dad, we were playing. —Well, now they'll play at cleaning the whole house.

And there they were afterwards, mop in hand, Nahoya laughing: —The kisses were good… but the punishment, not so much.