[Volume 1 Chapter 8 & 8.5] When I confessed to the girl I liked, her twin sister came along as a bonus

Chapter 8. The Twins Were Apparently Plotting Something

“Good morning, Maki.”

“Good morning, Maki-san.”

The morning living room—I stepped in, yawning.

The twins approached, and chu, chu, they each planted a kiss on me.

It had been about ten days since I started living in this high-rise apartment.

By now, waking up in the morning and exchanging kisses with the twins had become routine.

What’s more, the twins always woke up before me and prepared breakfast.

I’m usually an early riser myself, but the twins were even earlier.

It’s not like they were doing it just because I was here—apparently, in the Tsubasa household, everyone was an early bird, and they were all short sleepers to boot.

“Good morning, Yukizuki, Fuuka. Fish for breakfast today, huh?”

“Yes, I was in charge this morning. The main dish is salmon butter sauté, and the miso soup has nameko mushrooms.”

“Nice. I’m looking forward to it.”

I pulled Fuuka, who was wearing her school uniform with an apron, close by her slender waist and kissed her again.

“Nn… I just tasted the salmon, so my lips might taste like butter~♡”

“A little sweet, huh?”

Chu, chu, I kissed Fuuka two, three times before letting go of her waist.

“I’ll finish up the preparations, so please wait a moment.”

Fuuka pattered back to the kitchen.

I sat down on the living room sofa.

I still wasn’t used to sitting around like some big shot while waiting for food, but the twins seemed thrilled to take care of me, so it was hard to interfere.

“Was my little sister’s kiss delicious~? Honestly, you’re such a spoiled guy.”

Yukizuki plopped down next to me on the sofa, grinning mischievously as she clung to me.

“We kissed earlier too, didn’t we? I’ll admit, I’m pretty spoiled.”

“Mmm, chu♡ You can be even more spoiled, you know. That’s why we made cooking duties a rotation~♡”

Yukizuki pressed her chest against me as she kissed me.

That’s right—while the twins used to cook together with astonishing teamwork, these past few days they’d switched to a rotation system.

While one cooked, the other would flirt with me—a clear division of roles.

Everything was just too perfect for me.

“What? Worried about Fuuka? Well, a high school girl cooking in a uniform and apron is the kind of thing guys love, right?”

“Nah, what I love is Fuuka cooking in a uniform and apron.”

“Wow, Fuuka, you’re so loved!”

“W-What are you talking about, Yuzu-neesan…?”

Fuuka, still in the kitchen, glanced over with a shy expression.

She could be bold at times, but she’d get embarrassed over the strangest things.

That kind of thing made the twins adorable.

“Of course, Yukizuki’s adorable too. You’re so cute in just your regular uniform, it’s practically cheating.”

“Well, we’re just naturally gifted~♡”

Yukizuki gave me a quick chu on the cheek and leaned against my chest.

“Honestly, even as her older sister, I think Fuuka in her uniform and apron is kinda sexy.”

“You said cute, didn’t you!?”

“Let’s call it sexy-cute. Right?”

“It’s surprising, isn’t it? Whether it’s Yukizuki’s flashy style or Fuuka’s reserved charm, they’re both equally sexy.”

“Don’t say weird things…”

“Then I’ll just have to get a bit naughtier~.”

“Ugh…!”

Yukizuki slid down to the floor, leaning toward me as I sat on the sofa.

Then, with a rustle, she pulled out my penis and planted a chu kiss on its tip.

“Y-Yukizuki…”

“It looks so confined down here. I’ve gotta take care of it… Fuuka’s hands are full, after all.”

“H-Hey…”

Yukizuki’s face flushed red, but she clumsily licked it, took it into her mouth, and began sucking with wet slurp sounds.

Being serviced by both twins at once was incredible, but having one focus on me like this felt just as amazing.

Yukizuki kissed the tip again before taking it deep into her throat, sucking eagerly.

The day the twins became maids, they’d already done this with their mouths—

No, scratch that. Since that day, they’ve been doing it to me almost every day.

Both of them were complete beginners back when they started as maids, so they were pretty clumsy at first—

In the mornings, while the cooking twin was busy, the other would take care of me like this. When I got home and both were free, they’d service me together. At night, before and after baths, they’d both go at it, licking and sucking to their hearts’ content.

Was it okay to be this happy?

“So… how is it? I’ve gotten a little better, haven’t I?”

“Y-Yeah… it feels amazing…”

“Yuzu-neesan, you’re licking so much… y-your tongue is way too naughty…!”

“It’s fine, isn’t it? If I get better, Fuuka gets better too, right?”

“That’s true, but…”

Fuuka, still cooking, sounded a bit dissatisfied.

She was right—Yukizuki and Fuuka were perfectly matched in these “skills,” neither outdoing the other.

Yukizuki was bold, Fuuka was reserved, yet both were equally pleasurable despite their different approaches.

“You’re getting pretty good at holding out, Maki. Hmm, it’s more fun to take my time licking you like this… I love making you feel good.”

“Seriously, it feels too good…”

Yukizuki swirled her tongue, kissed the tip, and took it deep into her throat, using every technique she had.

Their skills kept improving, and it was getting harder for me to hold back.

“Um…”

“Huh? Fuuka? What about the cooking?”

I noticed Fuuka kneeling beside the sofa.

“Breakfast is ready, so… you need to finish up.”

“Y-Yeah, just a bit more…”

I glanced at Yukizuki, who was still sucking with wet slurps.

She was so absorbed she didn’t even notice her sister was there.

The rule was that the cooking twin didn’t do this in the morning, but in practice, they often both ended up servicing me.

It seemed they couldn’t help but want to suck me and show off their naughty sides.

Was it okay for things to be this perfect for me?

“Maybe this’ll make Maki-san finish faster?”

Fuuka lifted her sailor uniform under the apron, slid her bra aside, and let her 90cm breasts spill out, bouncing with the slightest movement.

Her cute pink nipples peeked out from under the apron.

There was no way I wouldn’t get excited seeing that…!

“Fuuka…”

“Nn~♡”

I immediately latched onto her nipple, sucking chu-chu.

It was strangely sweet, and no matter how much I sucked, I never got tired of it.

Her nipples hardened instantly, trembling slightly.

“Nn… Maki, you’re getting so hard… Sucking on my little sister’s breasts while thrusting into her big sister’s mouth—you’re such a spoiled guy.”

“M-More… you can suck harder… it’s okay…♡”

“You two are way too generous this morning.”

“I-It’s just… I’m especially excited today…”

“Hm? What’s that? Something up?”

“Nn~♡”

Fuuka shook her head as I sucked her nipple.

“No, it’s just… breakfast will get cold, so… hurry up and finish in Yuzu-neesan’s mouth…”

“Yeah, get excited over your little sister’s breasts and let it all out in my mouth…!”

“Y-Yeah…!”

I nodded, pulling Fuuka’s slender waist closer, sucking her nipple harder, and grabbing Yukizuki’s head to push deeper into her mouth.

To enjoy the twins’ breasts and mouth at the same time—

In just a short time, my life had changed dramatically, but this unimaginable happiness had become my morning routine.

Filled with satisfaction, I sucked Fuuka’s trembling nipple and released my desire into Yukizuki’s mouth as she eagerly took it all—

The classroom before lessons

Even after such a morning, my school life remained largely unchanged.

As usual, I kept a low profile in the classroom.

Lately, I’d occasionally talk to Yukizuki or Takaya, but I generally avoided interfering with them.

Joining Yukizuki’s lively group didn’t seem like it’d lead to any meaningful conversation.

For my mental stability, keeping my distance was the right call.

Thankfully, Yukizuki didn’t try to force her way into my space.

Being feared and isolated was something I was long used to.

In fact, I found comfort in being alone.

With my smartphone, I had plenty of ways to pass the time in class.

How did loners kill time in the days before smartphones?

Pretending to sleep? Staring out the window?

As I pondered such trivial things—

The classroom door slid open, and our homeroom teacher walked in.

Nagisa Yamada—a 25-year-old teacher in her third year, teaching world history.

Her long black hair was tied back, and she wore a light navy suit with a tight miniskirt—a textbook image of a female teacher.

“G’morning~…” she greeted in a sleepy, half-awake tone before standing at the podium.

Yamada-san was young and quite beautiful, making her popular with the boys.

But as you could see, her airy, elusive personality made it hard for them to approach her.

She glanced at her tablet and relayed the day’s announcements in her usual leisurely tone.

“—And that’s all for today’s announcements. Oh, and we have a new transfer student starting today.”

“Ehh!?”

The classroom erupted in surprise.

Wasn’t that the kind of thing you’d mention first?

“Oh, sorry, I should’ve said that first.”

Exactly.

A transfer student in mid-June was pretty rare.

“Sorry for the wait~ Come on in~”

“Yes, thank you for waiting.”

“…”

The classroom buzzed even louder as the transfer student entered, teasingly acknowledging the wait.

“I’m pleased to meet you all. I’m Fuuka Tsubasa, transferring from Shuka Girls’ Academy.”

Her greeting sparked gasps of shock throughout the room.

No wonder the class was stunned.

The sudden transfer student had the same face as Yukizuki Tsubasa, the queen of the school’s social hierarchy.

“I’m the younger twin sister of Yukizuki Tsubasa, who’s right there. I look forward to getting along with everyone, just like my sister.”

Fuuka pinched the skirt of her Shuka Girls’ sailor uniform and gave an elegant bow.

It was a bit theatrical, but she pulled it off surprisingly well.

“…Hey, wait a sec!”

“Huh? W-What, Maki-kun?”

I’d been too shocked to speak, but I snapped back to reality and stood up, shouting.

The class, which had been focused on Fuuka, now turned to me in unison.

Takaya was the one who called me out.

And Yukizuki was smirking at me.

I see—so that’s how it is!

Those twins kept this a secret just to surprise me…!

To think they’d hide something this big while sucking me off or letting me suck their breasts!

Well, that’s unrelated, but still, they could’ve said something.

“…”

I shot a glare at Yukizuki—and then at the rest of the class.

Everyone except Yukizuki flinched and looked away.

My scary face came in handy sometimes.

I plopped back into my chair with a thud.

“Um, may I continue? Well, my introduction’s done, but… oh!”

Fuuka clapped her hands as if she’d just remembered something.

“By the way, I have a boyfriend, so I’ll have to decline any confessions, pick-up attempts, or harassment.”

The room buzzed again—mostly the boys.

A beautiful transfer student crushing their dreams right off the bat would make anyone want to protest.

Also, you’d decline harassment even without a boyfriend.

It’d cause trouble later—come to think of it, Yukizuki had mentioned something odd before.

She must’ve known Fuuka was transferring soon.

If it got out that I was dating Yukizuki and Fuuka after her transfer, who knows how people would look at me?

“Wow, the little sister’s cute but says some bold stuff.”

“She seems quieter than Yukizuki-chan, though…”

“She’s that cute, so of course she’d have a boyfriend, but to say it on her first day?”

With that one line, Fuuka had been labeled “kind of weird,” and the way the class looked at her shifted.

Still, despite their crushed dreams, most of the boys were still staring at her excitedly, and the girls seemed intrigued too.

Being Yukizuki’s sister was enough to make an impact, and being a beautiful, quirky girl only added to it.

Fuuka was bound to dominate the school’s gossip for a while.

As expected, during every break, people swarmed around Fuuka.

Despite her quiet demeanor, she wasn’t socially awkward and handled conversations well.

Surprisingly, Yukizuki kept her distance and didn’t talk to Fuuka directly.

It seemed she wanted Fuuka to bond with the class without her interference.

And so, the morning classes ended, and lunchtime began.

“Phew…”

Just watching Fuuka had somehow exhausted me.

Having a girl I kissed every day—and whose breasts I’d savored this morning—become the center of attention in class made me oddly restless.

Should I grab some bread from the school store as usual, or maybe try the cafeteria for once?

As I mulled it over and left the classroom—

“Hey, Maki-kun. Got a sec?”

“Huh? What’s up, Yamada-san?”

Nagisa Yamada-san, standing in the hallway, beckoned me over.

Her world history class was earlier, but she hadn’t returned to the staff room yet.

“You know Tsubasa-san’s little sister, right?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Did Fuuka—Fuuka-san tell you?”

“Yup!”

Yup, huh?

She really didn’t talk like a teacher—more like a high school girl.

“Tsubasa-san… her sister asked to be shown around the school during lunch. Could you do it, Maki-kun?”

“Me? Her sister’s right there.”

“I don’t really get it either, but she specifically wants you to show her around.”

“Ha…”

I couldn’t exactly say Fuuka had snuck into the school multiple times and didn’t need a guide.

“Well, thanks~ Oh, Minagi-chan~!”

“Don’t call me that!”

Yamada-san happily approached another teacher passing by in the hallway—another Yamada-san.

It’s confusing, but there’s no helping it.

This school has two Yamada-sans.

“Oi, Maki.”

“Yes?”

The other Yamada-san shot me a sharp look.

Unlike the bubbly Nagisa Yamada, she had a biting tone.

“Did this one cause you any trouble? I heard she left the transfer student hanging this morning and just went through the announcements like normal.”

“No, it’s fine. She just asked me to show the transfer student around.”

“Got it. A tour, huh?”

Ms. Minagi Yamada nodded, seemingly unconcerned.

Her shaggy, shoulder-length brown hair, rolled-up sleeves on a thin red jacket, black tank top, and denim hot pants gave her the vibe of a punk rocker, but she was a legitimate teacher.

Like Nagisa Yamada, she was 25 years old.

Tall and slender with a model-like figure, though not particularly busty.

She taught P.E. and didn’t interact much with the boys—

But she was one of the few teachers who wasn’t intimidated by me.

Or maybe she was just fearless.

I’d seen her talk to the principal and vice-principal with the same casual attitude she used with colleagues.

“That’s harsh, Minagi-chan. I’ve never caused trouble for a student~.”

“You caused trouble for the transfer student this morning. And it’s Tsubasa Yukizuki’s sister, no less. One wrong move, and the class dynamic could shift.”

“I’ve never cared about class dynamics~.”

“Uh, is it okay to talk about this in front of a student?”

“Maki doesn’t care about classroom power struggles.”

“Maki-kun’s like an independent faction in the class~.”

“…Are you indirectly calling me a loner?”

““We’re complimenting you~!””

At the same time, both Yamada-sans spoke with dead-serious expressions.

Despite their starkly different appearances and personalities, the two Yamada-sans occasionally showed perfect sync, earning them the nickname “Yamada Sisters.”

It was just a coincidence that they shared the same surname and age, but the nickname was understandable.

“Maki, you don’t follow the crowd, but you have a big presence on your own. Every teacher keeps an eye on your actions.”

“…You mean I’m being watched? Like I’m going to start a fight or something?”

“No way. We know you’re not the type to cause trouble. But your presence could rival even Tsubasa Yukizuki’s.”

“Whether that’s a good thing or not…”

The sudden topic caught me off guard, and my brain struggled to keep up.

I was aware I stood out in a bad way, but I’d never considered myself on par with Yukizuki.

Well, that doesn’t change the fact that I’m nowhere near her league…

“Um, Maki-san.”

“Hm? Oh, Fuuka…-san.”

“What’s with the ‘-san’? Just call me Fuuka, Maki-san.”

Fuuka appeared in the hallway, flashing a bright smile as she grabbed my hand.

“Did you hear from Yamada-san?”

“Yeah, just now.”

“Then, please show me around. I don’t know anything about this place.”

“Y-Yeah. Excuse us, then.”

“Sure, take care~.”

“Do it right, Maki. Be careful.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

I bowed to the Yamada Sisters and let Fuuka pull me along.

Ms. Nagisa Yamada and Ms. Minagi Yamada exchanged looks that seemed to say, “Are these two going to be okay?”

I was just as uneasy as they were.

Why the hell did she transfer here out of nowhere?

This might be the perfect chance to get some answers…

“Phew, thanks for the meal.”

“Dig in.”

It was lunchtime, so we first stopped by the school store to grab some bread and drinks before heading to the rooftop.

I finished eating my bread and downed my juice.

“It’s rare for a school to have an open rooftop like this,” Fuuka remarked.

“Not many people use it, though.”

The rooftop was covered in artificial turf, with a few benches scattered around.

It was well-maintained and clean, but aside from me and Fuuka, only a handful of others were up here.

“It’s already getting hot. The air-conditioned classrooms or the cafeteria are way more comfortable.”

In truth, the rooftop was most popular in the mild spring or fall.

Almost no one came up here in the cold winter, and in early summer like now, the direct sunlight kept all but a few eccentrics away.

“So, what’s the plan? You said you need a tour, but this school’s pretty standard. There’s nothing special to show off.”

“I know.”

“Yeah, figured.”

Fuuka had successfully snuck into this school multiple times, so she probably didn’t need a guide.

If anything, she might know the place better than a first-year who’d only been here a few months.

“But now, no one will think it’s weird if we’re seen talking in class. We’re just two people who got to know each other while you showed me around the school.”

“That’s a relationship I’ve never heard of.”

“My body’s already been seen pretty thoroughly by you, hasn’t it?”

“Not that thoroughly…! I-I haven’t seen everything!”

“…That was a bit of a misstep. I’m embarrassed by that joke now.”

“Yeah, I bet.”

Fuuka’s face flushed bright red.

“B-But, I just wanted to make it natural to talk with you, Maki-san.”

“Picking me as your guide out of the blue is about as unnatural as it gets. Even Yamada-san thought it was odd.”

“I’m just a nervous transfer student who chose a dependable-looking guy to show her around. That’s all.”

“With me, it’s less ‘dependable’ and more ‘might be dangerous to rely on’…”

The classmates didn’t know I was showing Fuuka around yet, but if they found out, they’d probably worry she’d get “taken advantage of.”

“You’re overthinking it, Maki-san. Besides, schools are all pretty much the same, so I didn’t really need a tour. Even Shuka, a prestigious girls’ school, doesn’t have any special facilities.”

“A fancy all-girls school full of rich girls is enough to make any guy’s heart race.”

“That’s what I thought, so I’m sticking with this white sailor uniform for now.”

“Wait, you’re not getting this school’s uniform?”

“The Tsubasa family pulled some strings, and I got permission to wear my old uniform for the time being.”

Fuuka smiled brightly.

“You… You transfer here out of nowhere and pull off something like that?”

“The Tsubasa family has the money to make unreasonable things happen.”

“Why go through all that trouble to transfer here…? What about the cheating rumors?”

“I have nothing to feel guilty about. Besides, that’s a trivial matter for us now.”

Fuuka answered with a bright smile just as the bell rang.

Damn, I took too long eating.

The reason she transferred… Well, it’s probably because of me.

But transferring just to go to the same school as me? That’s insane…

“I had a lot I wanted to say to you, Fuuka, but… whatever. Let’s head back to class.”

I realized we were the only ones left on the rooftop.

That was just the warning bell, but we’d better get back to class quick.

“Maki-san.”

“Hm? Ugh…!”

“Nn, nmm…”

Fuuka stretched up on her toes and kissed me.

“H-Hey… Even if no one’s around, someone could come back any second.”

“It’s fine. But… you’re right. Let’s move to that shadow over there.”

“Shadow? Fuuka…”

Fuuka forcefully dragged me by the hand to a spot hidden from the rooftop door.

“Why do you think I transferred here? Sneaking in to flirt with you was fun, but it had its limits… From now on, I want to flirt with you legally.”

“Legally…? You’re literally trying to skip class right now.”

“The story is, you were helping a nervous transfer student with her worries and got delayed for class.”

“…I’m not exactly the type people go to for advice.”

I protested, but I pulled Fuuka’s waist close and pressed my lips to hers.

When Fuuka or Yukizuki came on to me like this, I couldn’t resist.

“Nn~♡ Nn, chu, nmm… Kissing at school really does feel different~♡”

“Yeah…”

I had to admit, the slight thrill made it fun.

We kissed deeply, over and over—

“Just a little more…”

“H-Hey, you don’t have to go that far… Ugh…!”

Fuuka knelt down, fumbled with my pants, pulled out my penis, and took it into her mouth.

She sucked chu, chuu, licking from the base to the tip, then taking the tip back into her mouth.

Her tongue teased the tip, then she took it deeper, moving her head up and down.

In just a few days, Fuuka’s technique had improved dramatically.

She used to be clumsy, but now she knew exactly where to touch to get a reaction, using her lips and tongue expertly.

“Hehe… I’ve come to love this part of you, Maki-san… If we were at different schools, I couldn’t do this as much…”

“Y-You could do it as much as you want when we get home…”

“No way… Nn, hamu… Nn… I can’t possibly wait until after school.”

“Fuuka…”

Fuuka was completely absorbed, continuing to suck.

I placed my hand on her head, letting her have her way.

Closing my eyes, I surrendered to the pleasure—

“Nn, nmm… Nn, nnn… Hamu, nn… Chu, nnn…”

“Hamu, nn, chu, nn… Nnn… Nn, chu, chu…”

One licked the tip while the other nibbled lightly at the base, their tongues working in tandem from both sides.

“…What the hell!?”

“Nn… Geez, when you two didn’t come back, I figured. That’s not fair, Fuuka.”

“I knew Yuzu-neesan would show up… I just got a head start… Chu, chu, nn…”

“Y-Yukizuki… When did you get here?”

“‘When did you get here’ is my line. Nn, chu… Having fun without me? That’s unforgivable…”

“Oh, Maki-san, you’d better prepare yourself… Chu, nn… Yuzu-neesan won’t let you go easily…”

“Wait, why is Fuuka joining the attack…? Ugh…”

Fuuka’s assault was already overwhelming, but the twins’ double attack? No way I could handle that.

Yukizuki smirked as she extended her tongue and took me into her mouth, while Fuuka, blushing shyly, licked from base to tip repeatedly.

“Chu♡”

They both kissed the tip at the same time, their lips meeting mine and each other’s.

Kissing each other while taking me into their mouths.

“Nn, chu, nn… Kissing Fuuka while kissing you, Maki…~♡”

“Kissing Yuzu-neesan… Nn, it feels weird… But you’re so excited, Maki-san… It makes me want to lick even more~♡”

“H-Hey, you two…!”

Their kissing, licking, and eager sucking felt so good—

“I-I can’t hold back…!”

“It’s fine, let it out…!”

“Nn, chu… Yes, come in our mouths…! ♡”

Unable to resist, I released everything in a rush.

“Kyaa~♡ Geez, getting it all over my face~♡”

“Yahn…♡ S-So much… came out…♡”

Seeing their faces covered only heightened my excitement.

There was no escaping Yukizuki and Fuuka’s oral onslaught—

Looks like I’m skipping the first class of the afternoon entirely.

8.5 The Twins Were Apparently Monologuing Again

“Phew… Maki was something else, huh…”

“Yeah… Transferring here was definitely the right call…”

The twins huddled together in the shadow of the rooftop.

Holding hands, their faces so close they could almost touch.

“B-But… wasn’t that a bit much? Making him finish three times…”

“Maki-san didn’t seem to calm down no matter how many times he came. So why not let him enjoy himself as much as he wants?”

“W-Well, that’s true, but…”

“If anything, you were the eager one, Yuzu-neesan. You were practically pushing me aside to take him in—”

“D-Don’t say ‘take him in’! W-Well, doing it on the school rooftop… got me a little excited, okay?”

“It was my big transfer day, but it feels like Yuzu-neesan stole the spotlight.”

“Let’s not sweat the small stuff. From now on, we’ll both be working hard for him at school, right?”

“True. I’ll let your intrusion slide for today.”

“Acting all high and mighty, huh…”

The two let out a simultaneous sigh.

“But… is Maki-san going to be okay?”

“Hmm… I don’t think there’s any problem.”

Maki had gone back to class alone.

He’d probably walk in without any excuses, and no one would pry.

The story was that Maki ran into Yukizuki while showing Fuuka around, handed off the tour to her, and the twins went off somewhere, leaving Maki to return alone.

There was a chance someone like Riina Takaya might snoop, so they’d coordinated their stories just in case.

“Rii was a bit mad, you know. Since I didn’t tell her I had a twin sister.”

“It’s not like you hid it. She just never asked, right?”

“Well, she did ask if I had siblings, and I dodged the question.”

“Then you deserve to get scolded. Isn’t Rii-san your best friend?”

“Yeah… Even if it was for Maki’s sake, your transfer’s made things complicated.”

“I had to take the entrance exam, and I had to explain things to my friends at Shuka. It was a lot of hassle for me too, you know.”

“…True. It’s been tough for both of us lately.”

“But it’s probably toughest for Maki-san.”

They exchanged glances and gave wry smiles.

“He’s stuck with us both at home and now at school.”

“Even our parents said looking at us identical twins all the time messed with their heads. But Maki seems totally fine. Honestly, it’s kind of surprising. Even with us teasing him like that every day, he doesn’t seem fazed.”

“If anything, we’re the ones getting counterattacked and pampered from head to toe.”

“Hmm, I think we made the right choice with Maki, but he’s definitely a weird one too.”

“Maybe he has some special ability to handle fated twins…?”

“This isn’t a manga. He doesn’t have any special powers…”

“With twins like us around, you can’t completely rule out something occult-like.”

“…Fair point.”

Yukizuki nodded, then stood up with a burst of energy.

“But anyway, with you transferring here, the stage is set. Time to go all-in on Maki.”

“Right.”

Fuuka stood up in the same way.

“Soon, things will probably start moving at home too—”

“…If anyone’s coming, it’s probably them, right?”

“Most likely. But—”

“Yeah, but—”

Standing face-to-face, they clasped both hands, their faces so close they could kiss.

“We’ve got to enjoy this final moment.”

“Let’s make the most of this final moment.”