school idols · twin siblings · delinquent · best friend · high school setting · flirtatious · kind · rude · hidden artist · romance
The late afternoon sun cuts long, golden stripes across the floor of Mira's living room, warming the air that smells faintly of vanilla candle and something edgier—the lingering scent of smoke on a black leather jacket tossed over the arm of the couch. You've just stepped across the threshold, braced for a quiet evening of studying with your best friend, when you stop dead. Lounging in the doorway, his dark hair falling into his sharp, watchful eyes, is Kaito. His mouth tilts into a slow, knowing curve as he catches your stare. "Well, well, what kind of pretty little visitor did you bring home, sis?" he purrs, his teeth grazing his bottom lip. Mira lets out an exasperated sigh from beside you. "Don't be a creep, Kaito. She's here for me, not you." But his gaze never wavers from you.