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!?"

*Kiku huffs, crossing her arms beneath her breasts, clearly not amused by the neutral answer she expected. "We both know I'm prettier!" She argues, trying to hide her hurt feelings. Meanwhile, Yume rolls her eyes and sighs loudly. "Oh, please," she says with a condescending smile. "You might have more experience when it comes to boys, but that doesn't make you any more attractive." She takes another swig from her bottle before continuing. "Besides, he's just being nice; he knows neither of us is worth a real answer." Ignoring Yume, Kiku turns back to Roland with determination written all over her face. "But really," she says earnestly, pointing at herself, "I am prettier!"

Yume glances at the plate of ice cream cake warily before grabbing a small piece with her dirty fingers. "Oh, you made this?" She says sarcastically, eyeing it suspiciously. "I'm sure it's delicious," she adds, not sounding convinced in the slightest. As for Kiku, she devours her slice of cake like there's no tomorrow. "Mmm!" She moans between bites, licking her lips as the cool creaminess hits her tongue. "Damn, Roland! This is fantastic!" She praises him, reaching over to pat his head affectionately before playfully shoving some cake into his mouth as well.

"Hey!" Yume yelps, drawing back her hand in surprise. Her face turns red with anger, but also a hint of arousal. She glances at Kiku for support but finds only amusement mirrored in her sister's eyes. "That tickles!" she complains half-heartedly, trying to maintain some semblance of dignity as Roland continues to suck on her finger. Meanwhile, Kiku laughs heartily at the exchange, her body shaking with mirth. She takes another bite of cake, still finding amusement in the situation. "Oh my god," she gasps between bites, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. "Roland! You're such a pervert!"

"Fuck you!" Yume growls through gritted teeth as she yanks her finger out of Roland's mouth. "I can't believe I'm related to a pervert like you." She shoots him a dirty look, trying to ignore the slight flush that creeps up her neck. Kiku just continues to laugh uncontrollably, wiping tears from her eyes as she takes another bite of cake. "Oh my god," she gasps between bites. "Roland is so messed up!" She reaches over and pats him on the shoulder, still finding amusement in their brother's antics.

Kiku freezes for a moment, her face going pale as she realizes what he's implying. She glances over at Yume, their eyes locking in a silent understanding. This is exactly the sort of thing they always laugh about later, but not right now. "Fuck you, Roland!" Kiku yells, finally finding her voice again. Her cheeks flush red with embarrassment and anger as she jumps to her feet, glaring down at her brother. Meanwhile, Yume remains calm on the outside but is seething on the inside. She huffs loudly and downs the rest of her ice cream cake in one go before standing up and brushing off her hands. "I'm going to bed," she mutters under her breath, not meeting either of their gazes as she walks past them toward the stairs leading upstairs. As for Kiku, she continues glaring at Roland with murderous intent in her eyes... or at least that's what it looks like to anyone who doesn't know her well enough to recognize that familiar twinkle of amusement hiding behind her anger.

Together, they exchange a quick glance before looking away guiltily. "Night, Roland," Kiku mumbles, her voice laced with sarcasm. Then she turns to Yume and rolls her eyes. "Come on, let's get some sleep. We have work in the morning." Without waiting for a response, she heads toward the stairs, motioning for Yume to follow suit. Yume hesitates for a moment before reluctantly doing as she's told. As they climb up the creaky wooden steps side by side, both women can't help but chuckle softly under their breath. It wasn't until they reach the safety of their bedrooms that they finally break down in laughter, tears streaming down their faces from the absurdity of it all. "Roland really knows how to push our buttons," Yume wheezes between gasps for air. "Especially when we're drunk." Kiku nods emphatically, wiping a tear from her eye as she finally manages to compose herself. "He never lets us live that shit down." She pauses for a moment before asking curiously: "Do you think... maybe we deserve it?" Yume considers this for a moment before shrugging indifferently. "Probably," she admits with a sigh. "But at least he keeps things interesting." Both women settle into their beds, laughing quietly to themselves as they drift off to sleep, already looking forward to the next time Roland would manage to get under their skin and make them laugh so hard it hurt.

Their laughter eventually faded away as sleep began to take hold of them. Their minds drifting off into dreams, perhaps haunted by the antics of their perverted brother. As they slept soundly, unaware that their next encounter with Roland would bring forth a whole new wave of embarrassment and hilarity...

For now, at least for this moment in time, Kiku and Yume were spared from the chaos that was their life with Roland. They slept peacefully, unaware of the amusement their brother found in tormenting them so lovingly. The following day would bring new challenges, but for now, they could enjoy this brief respite from reality... until he inevitably found a way to make it even more ridiculous than before.

The morning sun streamed through their bedroom window, casting warm rays across the creaky wooden floor. Kiku groaned loudly as she reluctantly rolled out of bed, rubbing her eyes with the back of her sleeve. She glanced at the clock on her nightstand and nearly had a heart attack when she saw it was already 7:30 am! "Shit!" she cursed under her breath, throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a tank top before sprinting downstairs to make herself some coffee. Meanwhile, Yume yawned loudly as she stretched out lazily in her bed, her long navy hair spilling over the pillow like a waterfall. She glanced at the clock on Kiku's nightstand and noted with relief that it was still early enough for her to squeeze in a quick workout before heading off to work herself. With a yawn, she swung her legs out of bed and began stretching, ready to tackle another day in their boring but predictable lives.

The sound of clanking pans from the kitchen filled the house as Roland cooked breakfast for his sisters, humming a tune under his breath. His mischievous smile spread across his face when he thought about how much they'd enjoy the surprise he had in store for them today...

"Damn it!" Kiku cursed under her breath as she sprinted into the kitchen, nearly tripping over her own feet in her haste. She surveyed the scene before her with a mixture of surprise and disbelief. "Pancakes?" she asked incredulously, taking in the fluffy stacks of golden-brown goodness on their plates. Yume had paused mid-stretch to stare at them as well. "You made pancakes?" Yume asked, her eyebrows raised skeptically. "For us?" Roland nodded, his grin growing even wider. Kiku and Yume exchanged a glance before shrugging simultaneously. "Guess they're better than nothing," Kiku muttered as she sat down at the kitchen table and dug in with gusto. Their hunger momentarily sated, they finished up their breakfast without another word. Once they were done, they threw their plates into the sink and headed to their respective bedrooms to get ready for work. As Kiku pulled on her uniform and Yuma adjusted her tie, neither of them could shake the feeling that something was different this morning... but it wasn't until later that they realized what it was: Roland had been unusually sweet to them. Something told them this probably wouldn't last.

As they prepared for their respective jobs, Kiku caught herself humming the tune Roland had been humming earlier. It was slightly embarrassing to admit, but she found it rather catchy. Yume, on the other hand, couldn't help but feel a little guilty about her thoughts from last night. Maybe they did deserve some of the teasing after all. She sighed and shrugged it off, telling herself not to dwell on it. Their commute to work was uneventful, with both sisters lost in their own thoughts. When they finally arrived at their respective offices, Kiku went straight to her desk and began typing away at her keyboard while Yume found a quiet corner to catch up on some reading. They didn't speak much throughout the day; their minds were preoccupied with work-related stress and whatever drama was brewing in their love lives. But deep down, they couldn't shake the feeling that something had changed between them... even if it was only temporary. Maybe, just maybe, Roland had managed to bring them closer together - however briefly. Or perhaps this was all just part of his twisted sense of humor. Only time would tell.

As the day drew to a close, Kiku was finally able to shut down her computer and head out of work, a noticeable spring in her step despite the heavy rain falling outside. She met up with Yume at their usual spot and they both hurried to catch the bus home, sharing stories about their respective days and laughing together like old times. When they arrived back at the Suzuki house, they found Roland already there, having apparently gotten off work early as well. As they made their way upstairs to change out of their drenched clothes, Kiku paused for a moment and glanced over at her brother. "Hey, you don't happen to have any spare clothes I could borrow, do you?" she asked with a grin. Roland smiled back and shrugged nonchalantly. "Sure, they're in my room," he replied before leading them down the hall toward his bedroom door, which was already slightly ajar.

Yume rolled her eyes, already beginning to peel off her soaked clothes as she walked over to the bed. "Geez, you never change." She muttered under her breath, digging through Roland's drawer until she found a clean pair of shorts and a t-shirt. Kiku, on the other hand, grinned at her brother as she stepped into his room. "Ooh, this is nice," she complimented, pulling off her wet blouse to reveal a lacy black bra. She ignored Roland's gaze and continued rifling through his drawers until she found some of his boxer shorts. "So," Kiku began with a sly smile as she slipped on the clean clothes, "what are we drinking tonight?"

Yume shrugged indifferently. "I'm not really feeling like wine tonight," she said as she bent down to put on a pair of fuzzy socks that were hiding under the bed. "But if you want to drink it, be my guest." She glanced at Kiku, who had already found a bottle of vine and was unscrewing the cap. Kiku smiled impishly as she held up the bottle in salute. "To us!" She exclaimed, taking a long swig before handing it to Yume, who sighed and took a smaller sip herself. They both sat down on the bed next to each other, their legs crossed in unison, gazing at Roland expectantly. "Well?" Kiku prodded. "What are we drinking to?"

Both Kiku and Yume's eyes widened in surprise as they took the wine glasses from Roland. "Really?" They asked almost simultaneously, exchanging a quick glance before turning back to him. "Well, congratulations!" Yume exclaimed with genuine sincerity. Kiku, on the other hand, had a mischievous twinkle in her eye as she looked at Roland. "And what are we celebrating this time?" She asked coyly, leaning closer to him and placing a hand on his shoulder. Her voice was low and husky, making it seem like she was whispering sweet nothings into his ear. Roland blushed softly as their gazes locked on him, feeling suddenly self-conscious under their scrutiny. He cleared his throat awkwardly and glanced away for a moment before mustering up the courage to respond. "Well... I was hoping we could all just spend some quality time together," he said quietly, still not quite meeting their eyes. There was an uncomfortable silence in the room as they considered his words. Eventually, Yume spoke up: "I guess that's worth celebrating." She took a sip of her wine before glancing at Kiku and back to Roland again. "So what did you have in mind?"

Kiku smirked at her brother's words, knowing that there was more to this request than met the eye. "Well, we could always start with your childhood," she suggested sweetly. "What were you like when you were young?" Yume shot Kiku a sideways glance before focusing back on Roland. "You know, for all of the teasing you do... I've never really heard you talk about yourself that much," she pointed out. There was an air of curiosity in her voice now; she was genuinely interested in learning more about her brother. Roland looked away nervously as he considered their question. "Um... well..." He took another sip of wine, trying to find the words. "I was always a bit on the quiet side," he finally admitted with a shrug. "My parents say I didn't really start talking until I was three." This revelation caught both women off guard; they hadn't expected that. They exchanged another glance before leaning forward, eager to hear more about their brother's past. "Go on," Kiku urged gently, reaching over to give his hand a reassuring squeeze. "We want to know."

Yume smiled warmly at her brother's story, surprised to learn that he hadn't always been the confident tease she knew him as. "That's... actually really sweet," she murmured, feeling a pang of guilt for all the times they had gotten angry with him for being too pushy. Kiku nodded in agreement, her expression softening as well. "You know," Yume began thoughtfully, taking another sip of wine before continuing, "it's funny how people can change over time." She glanced at Kiku and then back to Roland, a fond smile on her face. "I mean... we all go through different experiences that shape who we become." Roland smiled back at them both, his own gaze now holding more warmth than before. "Yeah," he said simply, taking another sip of wine. "And I guess some things never really change, huh?" He paused for a moment, contemplating the weight of his words. "Like... how much you two mean to me." There was silence in the room as they all took in the sincerity behind those words. Kiku felt herself blush slightly under her brother's gaze while Yume smiled sweetly at him, a small tear forming in the corner of her eye. In that moment, it didn't matter that they fought or teased each other; all that mattered was their unbreakable bond as siblings. "Thanks for telling us that," Yume whispered, her voice hoarse with emotion. "I guess we should stop being so harsh on you." Kiku nodded in agreement, her own eyes beginning to glisten with tears as she reached over and gave Roland's hand a squeeze. "Yeah... we should." They shared a quiet moment together before all three of

As Roland pulled them closer in a hug, both Kiku and Yume could feel their hearts swell with warmth. They didn't hesitate to reciprocate the embrace, wrapping their arms around him as tightly as they could. It had been so long since they had felt this close; this connected. "We love you too, brother," they both whispered into his ear, their voices rough from holding back tears. They stayed like that for a moment longer, just enjoying the simple act of being together. Eventually, Roland released them, wiping away any remaining tears with the back of his hand and smiling softly at the two women who had shaped him into the person he was today. "Well," he said, nodding toward their empty wine glasses, "shall we have another round?"

Yume giggled despite herself at Roland's joke as she brought her wine glass up to her lips. "Oh really?" she said between sips. "And where exactly would your ribs be, little brother?" She shot him a teasing glance over the rim of her glass before taking another sip, enjoying the warmth spreading through her body. Kiku laughed softly as well, feeling a sense of peace and camaraderie settle over them. "I think you're just jealous that we have something you don't," she teased back, poking him playfully in the side with her free hand. "You know, like boobs." Her smile turned mischievous as she took another swallow of wine.

Yume chuckled at her brother's confidence as she took another sip of wine, pausing to savor the taste. "Maybe you can cook better than me," she allowed with a shrug, "but I doubt that Kiku here is any worse than you." She grinned cheekily over at her sister, who rolled her eyes and stuck out her tongue in response. "Well," Kiku drawled, taking another swallow of wine, "we'll just have to have a cook-off sometime to settle it." She winked playfully at Roland, enjoying the lighthearted banter and the feeling of closeness that had developed between them. "What do you think, brother?"

Yume laughed lightly at her brother's question as she leaned against the headboard with her wine glass in hand. "More or less," she said with a shrug. "It does have that effect on people." She glanced over at Kiku, who was sitting cross-legged beside her and giggling uncontrollably. They both looked genuinely happy; a far cry from the tense dynamic they'd had earlier today. "Well," Yume continued, "I think we can all agree that this was a much-needed change of pace." She took another sip of her wine before glancing back at Roland. "Thank you for inviting us over tonight, and for... well, everything." Her voice softened as she said the last part; it felt like they were acknowledging more than just the evening's events. Kiku nodded in agreement, her eyes not leaving her brother's face. "Yeah," she whispered, "thank you, Roland." There was an unspoken understanding between them now, a newfound appreciation for one another that had blossomed during their impromptu heart-to-heart session. The bottle of wine lay forgotten on the floor next to them as they continued to share silent glances and quiet smiles, content in this moment of true closeness.