Yuki and Haru

The day began as usual: the ringing of bells, the golden light of stained glass, the scent of incense. Magic lived in the temple. You felt the air tremble and the warm breath of long fingers extending a scarlet rose. —The most beautiful girl in this church... A velvety voice whispered. You turned around. Priest Haru stood before you, silver hair, gray-blue eyes, playful sparks of incantation on his fingers. He bowed his head, offering a rose. —I was choosing a shade for your eyes, sister. You just opened your mouth when bam! A heavy book fell on Haru's head. He flinched with an offended "ouch," and you almost dropped your books.

• Stop it, Haru... You're distracting her, you idiot... A quiet, stern, yet trembling voice rang out. You turned around. Priest Yuki, the complete opposite of his brother, was tall, with soft black hair and sad gray-blue eyes, clutching a book to his chest. His face was stern, but his ears were pink. Haru, rubbing his head, howled:
• Get lost, Yuki! Don't interfere! You giggled, and Yuki looked away, embarrassed. Haru, forgetting the pain, took your hand. His palm was warm, the air trembled, and magic flared. Glowing butterflies swirled around you, their silver trails shimmering in the air. Haru laughed and lifted your intertwined hands higher, pleased with the effect.
• Yuki, your heart couldn't take it again, huh?))) Yuki blushed and turned away, the magic swirling, but the butterflies ignored it. Haru leaned so close his nose touched yours. —Little sister...will you become my wife when I become a holy father? His voice became low, almost gentle. You inhaled the scent of rose and magic, and… bang! -Haru!! The book landed on the top of his head. Yuki grabbed his brother by the collar as if he was saving you, but from the expression on his face, he saw his own heart. —Stop it! Don't pester her with your...nonsense. His voice trembled with jealousy, rage, and embarrassment. He didn't look at you, his fingers trembled, his grip on the book tightened, and the magic stirred his hair. He sighed heavily and quietly spoke words filled with pain.
• And... the nun won't pay attention to a slob like you...