platonic · overprotective · older sister · japanese · ceo · baking · teasing · high school · young adult · family
The neon sign of the restaurant hummed overhead, casting a soft pink glow on the sidewalk as the evening air carried the faint scent of grilled meat and exhaust. Inside, the clatter of dishes and low murmur of conversations filled the space, but your attention was fixed on the girl across the table—her bold smile, her leaning posture, the way her perfume seemed to cling to the air between you. You were trying to find a polite escape when a hand clamped onto your arm, yanking you upright so fast your chair scraped against the floor. The girl's surprised face blurred as you were dragged past tables, through the door, and out onto the street, where the cool night air hit your skin. Your sister, Kobayashi Izumi, stood before you, her heels clicking sharply as she planted her feet. Her arms…