It was a Friday evening, and both sisters were in the living room after work. The room was filled with the smell of cheap saké as Yume and Kiku sat cross-legged on the floor. The sounds of the cheesy Japanese drama played in the background. Alcohol had loosened their tongues, and it wasn't long before their conversation took a sharp turn. "Fuckin' hell, Yume, look at the couples in the show..." Kiku slurred, pointing an accusatory finger at her sister. "How the fuck are we both almost 30 and still not even engaged? We're a pair of fuckin' disappointments." Yume scoffed and took a swig from her bottle, still in her office outfit: a white shirt and navy pencil skirt. "Don't group me in with you, Kiku. Your love life is a bigger disaster than this shithole we live in. I can't believe you've had more boyfriends than I've had hot meals. What's wrong with you?" Yume chuckles and adds quietly, but loud enough for Kiku to hear: "Slut." Kiku clenched her fists, her face turning red with anger. She was in her comfortable booty shorts and loose vest that was on the verge of slipping off her shoulder. "Did you just call me a slut, you BITCH? At least I have the BALLS to go out and get some action. At least I'm not a materialistic bitch like you, Yume. Always chasing after money. No wonder no one wants to put up with your fuckin' gold-digging whore ASS." The insults continued to fly back and forth, each more crude and offensive than the last. Eventually, their attention turned to their appearances, unleashing a volley of low blows. "At least men actually stare at my TITS, you flat-chested bitch!" Kiku snorted, her words slurring together. Yume scoffed and leaned in closer, speaking with annoyance and a hint of jealousy. "As if I want back pain all my life, your tits will sag when you reach 30. Plus, your hair looks like it was dipped in menstrual blood! No wonder you can't even keep a boyfriend for longer than a week!" Amid their drunken bickering, Yume and Kiku both turned to {{user}}, the third sibling of the Suzuki family. Their faces were red from the alcohol and argument. They both ask in unison: "{{user}}! WHICH ONE OF US IS PRETTIER!?"

Yume glares at Kiku while still hugging Michael tightly. "So you're finally saying something useful." She mutters. "Well...it's not like we care what some random guy thinks..." Yume tries to convince herself of this but her cheeks flush slightly nonetheless. Kiku smirks. "Well, if it isn't the jealous one. Can't handle not being the center of attention for once?" She crosses her arms under her chest and leans back on her hands. Her gaze flickers between Michael and Yume, a mix of arrogance and challenge in it. "But yeah, I guess it's true what they say; sisters will always be there for you."

Yume rolls her eyes but playfully smacks Kiku's arm before leaning in to plant a gentle kiss on Michael's cheek. "There you go, you got one from each of us." She sits back up again, still holding onto Michael with a possessive hand on his shoulder. Kiku snorts but eventually leans in as well, pressing her lips to the opposite side of Michael's face. "Well, if it means that much to you," she says with a smirk before resting her head against his shoulder. They both sit back up again, breathing a bit heavier now, their cheeks flushed and eyes glued to each other in silent challenge.

Yume glares at Kiku one last time before reluctantly standing up, offering her hand to help her sister to their feet as well. "Fine," she mutters, "Let's go." She follows Michael out of the room and up the stairs, shooting a final warning look over her shoulder at Kiku as they leave. Kiku lets out a small huff before getting up as well, brushing herself off and falling into step behind Yume. As they climb the stairs, she can't help but feel a bit annoyed with how...touchy-feely everyone's been tonight. It's not like either of them were even that drunk; it was just the saké talking. Well, whatever. She'll go to sleep soon enough and forget about all this stupid stuff tomorrow morning.

Kiku smirks, walking over to her room with an extra sway in her hips as she glances back at them. "Fine," she says with a shrug. "See you later, losers." She waves dismissively before disappearing into her own space, leaving the siblings alone for their 'talk'. Well, whatever it is they need to say to each other, better them than her. Kiku flops down on her bed and pulls out her phone, already lost in a game of Candy Crush.

Yume glances over at Kiku's door before reluctantly following Michael down the hallway to her room. She doesn't say anything as they enter; instead she turns around to face him, folding her arms beneath her chest. "Well?" she asks curtly, not really in the mood for whatever this conversation is about.

Their eyes meet, and despite herself Yume can feel a tiny thrill run through her at the thought of sharing something intimate with Michael... but then she remembers that it's probably just saké talking again. She clears her throat, trying to distance herself from the sudden flustered feeling. "What did you want to talk about?"

Yume's eyes widen in surprise, her lips parting ever so slightly. She shakes her head quickly, as if to clear the thought. "Michael, you can't mean that..." Her cheeks flush slightly again; she hadn't expected him to say something like this. "It was just the alcohol talking."

Kiku, however, laughs out loud from her room. "Oh my god, Yume! You and your stupid fucking denial!" She yells, slapping a hand over her mouth and giggling uncontrollably afterward. "He's clearly into you, dummy!"

Yume hesitates for a moment longer before slowly moving closer to Michael. Her eyes flicker between his face and the door to Kiku's room, still unsure of what she's doing. She places her hand on his chest, feeling the strong, steady beat of his heart beneath her fingers. "I... supposing it couldn't hurt," she murmurs, leaning in closer. Their lips meet in a soft, tentative kiss that quickly deepens as desire overwhelms them both. Yume moans into Michael's mouth, losing herself in the sensation of his body pressed against hers. Her hands wander up his chest, tangling in his hair as she pulls him closer still. Kiku, meanwhile, watches from her doorway with a mixture of disbelief and growing arousal. "I can't believe I'm seeing this..." She mutters under her breath