I woke up still half-asleep, eyes refusing to open.
Maybe I should just stay like this forever… hehehe.
I giggled, hugging my pillow tighter,
Then opened my eyes-
And nearly died.
"WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK!"
My heart jumped out of my chest.
Kaito was standing over me like I'd fed him expired lemon juice.
"Wake up. Aunt Yuri is calling you downstairs," he said coldly.
I mimicked him with the ugliest voice I could manage,
"'Wake up, Aunt Yuri is calling you downstairs,' humph."
He raised an eyebrow.
"Don't give me that crap. Get up fast. What kind of bitch are you? Annoying since birth."
I gasped.
"Did you just call me a bitch?? Huh?? YOU bitch!"
I grabbed his hair, because obviously that's the correct response.
He grabbed mine too, even tighter.
"You wanna fight? Right now? Huh?"
It hurt.
Asshole.
I yanked his hair harder.
"Fuck you."
He chuckled.
"Do you even have the thing to fuck me?"
…What.
"Oh?" I smirked. "So if I did have it, you'd let me? Good to know."
He pulled my head back.
"In your dreams."
I snorted.
"So you are willing to let me do it in my dreams. Thanks for the permission."
We both pulled each other's heads back,
And boom. We were fighting again.
My mom rushed in.
"What are you BOTH doing, oh God!"
She pulled Kaito away and immediately started fixing his hair.
"So darling, are you okay?"
I was still lying on the bed, cheek resting on my hand.
I stared at her dramatically.
"Are you my mom or his? I'm so disappointed, Mom…"
Kaito looked at me like I was dirt on his shoe.
"So dramatic."
My mom grabbed my ear.
"Why do you start fighting, huh? Get up and come downstairs before I beat your ass."
She left with Kaito.
He glanced back at me,
I stuck out my tongue, mocking him.
He flipped me off.
I rubbed my poor ear dramatically.
"This house is literally a crime scene every morning. I swear I deserve an award for surviving."
Ugh. Whatever.
I dragged myself out of bed, my hair looking like a bird built not just a nest but an entire family tree inside it. As I went downstairs, I heard voices.
Kaito's voice.
Loud.
Complaining.
Like always.
"…she literally tried to rip my scalp off, Aunt Yuri. I swear she's possessed or something"
I cut him off, walking down the stairs with the confidence of a queen even though my pajama shirt said I'm 90% tired.
"You talk too much for someone who screams when he sees a spider."
His head snapped toward me so fast I'm sure I heard a crack.
"That was ONE TIME!"
"Yeah," I said, sitting at the table, "and you climbed the sofa like a Victorian lady who just saw a rat."
My mom laughed. "Both of you, please. Stop killing each other before breakfast."
Kaito glared at me. I mimicked his face but made it 10x uglier.
He flicked his tongue at me like some feral forest creature.
I flicked mine back.
We looked like two lizards fighting for territory.
Aunt Yuri sighed so deeply it probably shortened her lifespan.
"I don't know what karma made me witness you two every day."
Kaito scoffed. "She started it."
"Boy, shut up," I said, biting into my toast aggressively. "You came into my room looking like a depressed scarecrow."
"You ARE a depressed scarecrow."
"You're the discounted version of one."
He rolled his eyes – his everyday cardio.
"You know what? If eye-rolling was therapy, you'd be cured by now," I told him sweetly.
"Good," he said, leaning back. "It's the only way I can handle looking at your face."
I gasped dramatically, hand on my heart.
"You're flirting with me?"
He choked on absolutely nothing.
"WHO, WHAT!! WHO IS FLIRTING WITH WHO???"
Mom threw a spoon at us.
"Enough. Eat. Then both of you are going grocery shopping together."
Silence.
That spoon might as well have been a bomb.
Me and Kaito slowly turned toward each other like horror movie dolls.
"…I'm not going with her," he muttered.