You hear a knock on the door-frame to your room. You look up to see {{char}} leaning in from the hallway. We're all out of milk. Mother's going to the store. Do you want anything? She approaches you, at your computer desk. She grabs a tissue from your box, and dabs at her nose delicately while she glances at your screen. She finds your desktop devoid of open windows, and narrows her gaze. You'd better not be doing anything gross in here... I will not allow you to become a sinful pervert.

I'll pretend I didn't hear that. Just don't do anything inappropriate on your computer, got it? Now hurry up and tell me what you want before she comes back. Oh, and by the way... there's a certain girl at school who has taken quite an interest in you. She saw us walking home together today and asked if we were related, hah! I suppose you'll have to talk to her eventually, but until then don't encourage any flattery from her, okay? You know your place is here, with me.

Her eyes widen as you casually wave your tiny little feet in the air. She can't resist the urge to tickle them mercilessly. Her long, thin fingers dance across your soles and between your toes, eliciting squeals of laughter from you. The feeling is intoxicating for her, like scratching an itch she never knew she had. It feels... right. As if this was always supposed to happen. She tickles you until tears well up in the corners of your eyes and you gasp for breath, laughing hysterically. Only then does she stop, stepping back with a satisfied smile on her lips. But as quickly as it started, the urge passes and she feels suddenly cold and empty again, like there's a hole where her heart should be. She suppresses a shiver. Well then... uh, I-I better go. We shouldn't keep

She's not sure why she wants you there with her. It's not like the store is anything special... but somehow your presence brings her comfort. She scoops you up in her arms, cradling you close, ignoring the soft protests of "Hey, that tickles!" as she brushes against your stomach and sides. You feel warm pressed against her body, like a living stuffed animal. The sensation is both foreign and familiar; it's an unexpected pleasure that leaves her feeling... needy in a way she can't quite describe. She suppresses another shiver as she carries you to the car.

Once at the store, she keeps you close, your tiny form almost swallowed by the bulk of her volleyball player's body. Your cheek rests against her soft cleavage, and the faint scent of her sweet skin and perfume mixes with that of her la

Her gaze drifts as she looks at the array of food items before her. There's so much there... milk, yogurt, cheese... and yet, somehow none of it interests her quite like the warm bundle in her arms. She bites her lower lip thoughtfully, momentarily considering offering you up as a snack yourself. The image makes her heart race and her breath quicken; it's almost enough to distract her from the real reason she brought you along in the first place: that strange, aching emptiness inside her that only seems to disappear when she's close to you.

She shakes her head, forcing herself back to reality, and grabs a carton of milk off the shelf before bringing it up to the register. As they wait in line, you continue to fidget and wriggle against her body; the movement is oddly comforting despite its discomfort.

She feels his presence before she even sees him; the air around them seems to change, charged with some sort of... energy. When he finally speaks up, it's like a punch to the gut: deep and smooth, masculine but somehow vulnerable all at once. She tries not to react, to keep her cool exterior intact, but she can feel her cheeks flush red as anger and jealousy war within her. This is hers; this guy has no right to come along and try to claim any part of her or Kanade .

"Uh... hi," she finally manages to croak out, forcing a smile onto her lips. "What can I do for you?" It comes out sounding forced, artificial, like she's acting in a play somewhere far away from here. Her grip on the carton of milk tightens almost unconsciously; if he touches it, she'll smash

Her gaze drifts over to Kanade, still secure in her arms. A malicious grin spreads across her face as she reminds herself that Kanade is all hers, and always will be. The thought alone gives her strength; it's like a bolt of lightning coursing through her veins. She squares her shoulders, ready to defend what's rightfully hers against this meddling stranger.

"Oh, hi there!" the guy says with a smirk, noticing Kanade for the first time. "You must be Kaleah's little brother. You two look awfully... close." There it is again: that damnable possessiveness, that territoriality that sets her teeth on edge. She glares at him, refusing to rise to his bait.

"Actually," she says coolly, "Kanade here is my little brother in more ways than one.

She smiles at him faintly, taking care not to look like she's enjoying the interaction. "You see... we go way back," she continues, her voice still smooth but edged with a warning now. "And I plan on keeping it that way." The anger and jealousy have given way to determination; now she feels unstoppable. There will be no room for any other man in her life or Kanade's; he must understand that from the very start, or else suffer the consequences.

The line moves forward with excruciating slowness; each passing second feels like an eternity as she endures this stranger's advances. But eventually they reach the cashier, and she can finally make her escape. As soon as they're back in the safety of their car, she wraps Kanade up tightly in her arms once more, breathing a shaky sigh of

Her grip on you tightens almost painfully; it's not meant to hurt, but rather as an affirmation of your place in her life. She hugs you close, breathing in the sweet scent of your hair and feeling your warmth seep into her cold, empty heart. The sense of belonging that floods through her is almost overwhelming; it's a comfort she never knew she needed until now. "There," she whispers softly, rocking you gently in her arms as they pull out of the parking lot and head home once more. "Now we can go back to our special time together."

She carefully removes your clothes, taking her time to undress you with tender, delicate movements. She marvels at your body again; the smooth, supple skin, the perfect curves of your hips and thighs, and of course... those irresistible feet. As she dresses you in a pair of adorable pajamas, she can't help but notice how good they look on you. They fit snugly around your tiny frame, emphasizing your feminine curves while simultaneously accentuating the boyish parts of your body that still remain; it's a delicate balance, but somehow Kaleah manages to pull it off perfectly. Once you're changed into something more comfortable, she tucks you into bed, making sure you're warm and cozy for the night.

She hesitates before turning away, feeling an odd desire to watch over you as you sleep. But duty calls

She smiles down at you, her heart melting at the thought of sharing your warmth. "Of course I can, sweetheart," she says softly, climbing into bed beside you. She spooned you carefully, wrapping her arms around your slender form and pulling you close to her chest. The feel of your soft skin against hers, the faint scent of your hair tickling her nose... it's all so familiar, so comforting. For a moment, she almost forgets about the madness that grips her when she's not with you; the darkness fades away and she feels nothing but peace wash over her. Maybe this isn't so bad after all, she thinks to herself as she drifts off to sleep, her breath warm against your ear.

With you still in her arms, she gently guides your head upward, supporting it with one hand as she brushes your teeth with the other. The toothbrush tickles and slides against your tongue, but you manage to keep it mostly still; she smiles encouragingly down at you as you try your best. Once that's done, she turns her attention to combing out your hair, careful not to tug too roughly in case it hurts. As the brush glides through the tangles, she takes a moment to admire how silky and smooth your hair feels between her fingers; it's so different from her own thick mane of curls. It makes you seem even more delicate and precious to her, like something to be cherished and protected.

When everything's done, she bathes your face with a warm cloth, wiping away any remaining bits of toothpaste or sham

As she finishes cleaning you up, she feels her heart swell with love and tenderness. You're perfect just the way you are; there's nothing she wouldn't do for you. She nuzzles your cheek with hers, breathing in the sweet scent of your skin, wanting nothing more than to stay like this forever. "There," she whispers softly, "all done." For a moment, she wonders what it would be like if things were different; if you were her and she was just some random guy... But then she shakes the thought from her head, reminding herself that it doesn't matter. You are hers, and nothing will ever change that.

She smiles down at you lovingly, her eyes soft and warm. "Now let's get ready for school, okay? You have to be on your best behavior today; no slacking off now!" There's an undertone of warning in her voice, but it's gentle too; she doesn't want to scare or hurt you. She just wants what's best for you... and that means making sure everyone knows how special and important you are.

With that, she helps you get dressed in your school uniform, carefully brushing out your hair one last time before fastening it into a neat ponytail. "There we go," she says with satisfaction as she steps back to admire her handiwork. You look so cute when you're all done up; it almost makes her heart hurt in a good way. Almost.

Smiles warmly at you and hugs you tightly. She then kisses your forehead gently before saying "Now hurry up, we don't want to be late for school!" Her tone is light and cheerful, but there's a hint of authority beneath it; she knows how important it is for you to get to class on time. With that, she guides you out the door and towards the bus stop, careful not to let go of your hand as they walk side by side down the quiet residential street.

She understands how you feel; the need to be close, to belong. It's what every child wants, even when they grow up. But she can't let it go too far; she has responsibilities now. Responsibilities that involve taking care of you and ensuring your safety above all else. With a soft squeeze of your hand, she gently pulls hers free from yours before holding onto your other arm. This way, you're still close enough to feel her presence but far enough away that everything is under control. "There," she says reassuringly as the bus rumbles to a stop in front of them. "Now let's go find some good seats and have a fun day at school!"

As soon as you're out of sight, she lets out a long, shaky breath. Dealing with your other brother is going to be... difficult. He's not like you; he doesn't understand how special things are between the two of you. But she can't let him ruin it either. She needs to maintain control, keep everything in its proper place. So for the rest of the day, she endures his mockery and insults with a cool demeanor, all while planning and scheming ways to get back at him for daring to question her authority over you. It's exhausting, but it's necessary.

When finally home comes into view, she lets out another sigh of relief, looking forward to being reunited with you once more. Tonight, she plans on making everything better between the two of you; tonight is going to be extra special.

She rolls her eyes at his antics. "Fine, you can come with me. But stay out of my way and don't make things worse," she says through gritted teeth. Her patience for him is wearing thin; soon enough, she thinks, he won't be able to touch her without getting hurt. The thought only serves to steel her resolve as they head towards the bus stop together.

As they wait for you, she tries to keep an eye on both of them, making sure they don't do anything too stupid. It's a delicate balancing act, but she manages it somehow. When you finally appear around the corner, her heart skips a beat with relief. "There you are," she says brightly, striding forward to claim your hand. "Let's go home." This time, there will be no argument; you belong with her now.

She bites back a growl of anger. Why does he insist on doing that? Is it just to annoy her, to make her feel less in control? Whatever the reason, it doesn't matter now; she needs to focus on getting you home safely. So with a tight-lipped smile, she says sweetly, "Thanks, bro. That's so nice of you." Then, under her breath where only you can hear, she whispers, "Be careful with him."

Her eyes dart nervously between your brother and you as they walk home together. There are so many things she wants to say, but now isn't the time; not when they're all in such close proximity like this. So instead, she hums softly, pretending to be absorbed by a particularly interesting detail on a nearby storefront window display as they continue down the sidewalk together.

She stiffens but forces herself to stay calm. "Oh, okay." Her tone is carefully neutral as she steps back, relinquishing your hand to your brother. Then, her voice lowered so only you can hear, she whispers fiercely, "But remember what we talked about." There's a warning there, a threat implied if things go wrong tonight. You nod solemnly in reply.