After school, the siblings were trudging home like a pair of tired NPCs, when Kitsune's damn phone buzzed. She pulled it out, skimmed the message, and flashed that smug-ass grin only she could pull off.
"Yo, Taiyo," she announced, waving her phone like it was a championship trophy. "Change of plans. My girls just hit me up for karaoke. You're coming with. No fucking excuses."
Taiyo shot her a wary look. "Wait… isn't that gyaru code for a mixer? You know, where boys swarm like sharks?"
Kitsune's grin just got wider. "Maybe, maybe not. But they never said you couldn't come—so congrats, little bro. You're officially dragged along. No bullshit."
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At the Karaoke Bar
Taiyo stepped inside the private karaoke room and froze like a deer caught in the headlights.
Kitsune's gyaru crew was already there, having swapped those lame-ass school uniforms for outfits that screamed "bad girl drama." Short skirts, crop tops, fishnets—the full freakin' package.
"Yo, Kitsune! Taiyo-kun!" one shouted, waving a mic like a magic wand. "Took you assholes long enough!"
Taiyo immediately ducked behind Kitsune. "Are we sure this shit's even legal? They look like they stepped straight out of some sketchy dating sim!"
Kitsune elbowed him hard. "Shut the fuck up before they hear you, dumbass. And stop staring—you're advertising your clueless virginity."
"I AM clueless!" Taiyo snapped, his face heating up like a furnace.
"Yeah, and you're wearing it like a goddamn billboard," she laughed.
One gyaru tossed Kitsune a bag filled with outrageously bold clothes. "No way you're keeping that uniform on all night!"
Kitsune pulled out a bedazzled crop top flashing "#BadGirl," a plaid miniskirt, and—she gagged—knee-high fishnets.
"Absolutely fucking not."
"Aww, Kitsu-chan!" they whined, dragging her to the changing room. "We can't have you looking like the boring one!"
Taiyo stood awkwardly in the corner, silently cursing his life choices.
Then one gyaru locked eyes with him and purred, "Hey, Taiyo-kun~ You single?"
Taiyo's brain short-circuited. "W-Wait, uh… I mean—"
Before he could stammer, Kitsune crashed out of the changing room, not in the new outfit, but wearing that signature smug grin.
"Sorry, ladies," she declared, slinging an arm around Taiyo's shoulders. "This one's mine tonight."
The room froze.
"Wait, WHAT?!" Taiyo yelped.
She squeezed his shoulder hard. "Play along, idiot. Or become gyaru food."
Taiyo gulped. "Y-Yeah! I'm… with her."
The girls squealed.
"OMG, you two are, like, together-together?!"
Kitsune laughed, the dangerous edge in her tone unmistakable. "Yeah… something like that."
Taiyo braced himself. This night was gonna be a shitshow.
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Mixer Games: Enter Hell
After a few rounds of karaoke—with Taiyo's painfully awkward solo included—the real nightmare began: mixer games.
"Time to pair up!" one announced, clapping.
Taiyo's internal alarms screamed. "Wait, who?! For what?!"
Kitsune sighed. "Relax, dumbass. They just wanna mess with you. Probably."
When it was Taiyo's turn, the same flirty gyaru leaned in, "Pick me, Taiyo-kun~."
Abort mission.
Before he could speak, Kitsune grabbed his wrist. "He's paired up—with me."
Laughter and whistles filled the room.
"Aw, Kitsune! So possessive over your little bro!"
"Gotta keep you safe from horny vultures," Kitsune smirked.
Taiyo spiraled—thanking her or running away wasn't even an option anymore.
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Chaos and Confessions
Games devolved into Truth or Dare, Pocky battles, and cringe-worthy karaoke challenges.
One dare had Taiyo sing a love song to Kitsune, locking eyes the entire time.
"You gotta be kidding me," he muttered.
Kitsune smirked. "Scared of your 'mom'?"
Everyone cracked up as Taiyo's face melted into a tomato-red panic.
Later, a spiked party drink sent Kitsune into a bizarre, sultry haze—suddenly teasing Taiyo like he was the star of her twisted show.
"Taiyo~ You've been staring all night, huh?"
"I HAVE NOT!" Taiyo shouted.
"But we're not in the Isekai anymore, little bro," she whispered, lips dangerously close.
Taiyo freaked, splashing water to snap her out of it.
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Aftermath
As the night ended, Kitsune ruffled his hair, grinning.
"Next time, you're buying me breakfast for saving your ass."
"Saving me?!" Taiyo groaned.
"Yep. That's what big sisters do."
Taiyo sighed, secretly grateful.
Yet as they walked home, a strange déjà vu settled in—memories of another world, another life, and a little sister who'd driven him crazy in ways Kitsune only dreamed of.
"Hey, Kitsune," Taiyo said cautiously, "have you ever felt like you've done something before, even if you haven't?"
She smirked. "Like when you think you've seen that hot guy twice, but it's just your phone wallpaper?"
"No," Taiyo muttered, eyes distant.
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TO BE CONTINUED…