It was an average Saturday night as Harima and I were drawing and coming up of ideas for his comic book deadline next week. The clock setting on Harima's nightstand read 1:00 AM in bright luminescent red letters, that wasn't a surprise. It seemed as if every night we would spend late nights alone together drawing, sometimes even till sunrise. No wonder everyone thought we were together, especially my sister, Tenma. Of course we weren't dating and probably wouldn't ever be any more than friends, which was fine by me. I had promised myself years ago that I wouldn't let any guy take over my life and relationship with my sister, we both promised that.

Tenma had been broken that promise years ago.

Our conversations after school used to about the usual stuff sisters talk about. Music, school, TV, the basic stuff. Now it just about how embarrassed she was about how Karasuma saw her do this or how she looked like that, it was like her whole existence had been overwhelmed by him, like she was hardly there at all. It even hurt me even more knowing that because of how her world revolved around him that she would never know how much some people loved and cared for her. Harima for example.

Harima cared for Tenma more than anything in the world; he would give up his own life for her own. Tenma though, the one person in the world I loved more than anyone, had broken his heart repeatedly. He still continued to pick up the pieces and still believe. Believe that she loved him. That was one of the things I loved about him.

"Uh Tenma's sister?" Harima said as he gently poked me with the end of his pen. My eyes shot open as my face flushed a brilliant shade of red. I was so embarrassed about everything that it could easily be classified as a sin. I kept trying to apologize for my dozing off but I ended up burying my head into my hands.

"Don't be ashamed about. It's one in the morning after all." he said casually, not even looking up from the paper. That was typical Harima, casual about everything around him. Another trait I adored.

"S-sorry! I didn't mean to, I-I honestly didn't know that it was that late! I-I truly am sor-." Harima cut me off with his hand gently grasping mine. "Don't worry about it. It's about time you got home anyway." Couldn't complain there, Tenma was probably furious right now. Not to mention starving! God, I was a terrible sister. Before I could thank Harima for the snacks and letting me stay at his apartment, everything went black and I instantly fell asleep.

"Yakumo?" Are you awake in there?" I woke up to my sister's voice, and to a gentle poking of my head. "S-Sis?" I said, emitting a slight yawn. "How did I get back from Harima's? I thought I fell asleep?"

"Oh right! Harima carried you home, silly!" And just with those few words, my heart stopped.

"H-He carried m-me home?" I literally couldn't believe what I was hearing right now. He actually CARRIED me home. Dammit I was such an idiot! I probably made us both look like complete morons!

I buried my face in my lap and nearly cried. I know that I should apologize somehow to him, but seeing how embarrassed and humiliated I was, that was out of the question.

"Oh yeah, Harima left a call for you." Tenma said, handing me my phone off of my nightstand Yuri was currently sitting on. I took the phone from Tenma just as she heard the theme song for her favorite show and ran off. That was the usual Tenma, she didn't like dealing with these real intense moments with family. I simply sighed and continued to check my phone for Harima's call. Getting worked up over Tenma with the current situation was definitely out of the question.

I started inhaling deep breaths as my phone started to pull Harima's call. What if he was furious with me? What if he never wanted to speak to me again because he was so embarrassed? A thousand what-ifs were swarming my head right now. Once Harima's voice took control of the phone all of the questions were set aside.

"Hey Yakumo, you probably remember falling asleep at my place so I had to carry you home last night. It wasn't a lot of trouble so I don't want you to get worked up over it. I also want to tell you that I finished the book and I a ted to thank you for helping me out so well. I hope you slept well and I'll see you at school."

Just as I was starting to relax to Harima's casual and slightly soothing voice, it was cut off by the female robotic voice from the phone. I sighed to myself and hauled myself out of bed. Slipping on a jacket due to the chilly feel that the house emitted.

"Yakumo I'm hungry!" Tenma whined as I entered the living room. I loved my sister but I wished that she would make herself something once in a while. Then again it gave me something to do and I couldn't complain, without cooking and doing chores I would probably end up like Tenma and be hypnotized from the TV. Another reason her life revolved around Karasuma, she didn't have responsibilities like I did. I did also owe Tenma something to snack on, probably Eri or one of her friends took her out to eat last night while I was at Harima's.

Just as I was about to set the stove on, Tenma entered the kitchen with a questioning face. "Hey Sis, what have you and Harima been doing lately? You haven't been… y'know." I blushed and started to shake all over. I couldn't even believe that she would think that I would EVER do something like that! "N-no Sis you have it all wrong! Harima and I have just been-."

Tenma walked off with a satisfied face. "All right Yakumo, I won't tell anyone that you and Harima are seeing each other!" Just before I was about to make sure she knew that we weren't dating I decided that it was better off Tenma's way. If she thought that I as dating someone then nothing would change her mind. Even though I loved her and swore to take care of her, I couldn't let her know.

I couldn't let her know that I was in love with Kenji Harima.