Okay, I'm aware that after this story, not many are gonna approve of me as the good, innocent writer that I actually am. But give me a chance. Oh, and I do know that I'm supposed to be writing the sequel to Red Diamond (called Color Me Red), but I have a few issues. And being the idiot I am, I'm going to make this public, even when I know I shouldn't.

*takes a deep breath* here goes nothing...

I've recently been diagnosed with severe clinical depression and anxiety disorder. And due to that, I just... ugh, I've been hitting new lows every day. It's all just a damn battle, to be honest, being entirely dependent on anti-depressants and just staring blankly at the wall for hours, thinking of the worst possible scenarios, criticizing self, and hoping all this would end. But four months and no success so far :(

Lemme make it clear – I AM NOT DOING THIS TO GAIN SYMPATHY. I wanted to just straightaway say that the reason for me not beginning with Color Me Red is because I don't think I'll be doing justice to the storyline with the frame of mind I'm in. I know, it's supposed to be angsty and psychotic, but something tells me that I'll ruin the feel by not being good enough. And there, you have it.

As for this story, I just needed to write sOMETHING, because I couldn't just continue with being unsatisfied like I am now, so I had to put up something easy-breezy. Plus, I also wanted to show the difference between lust and love. I mean, going after your love interest by kissing her without her consent is IN NO WAY RIGHT. So, yeah, hence, this story.

Disclaimer: I do not win the characters of this anime. And the content of this story doesn't intend to harm someone's sentiments in any way.

Chapter 1: Back To Square One

Narrator's POV

Returning to Sunrise Residence was a huge mistake – Ema realized soon enough.

After spending two years with Misaki, her roommate, in her hostel, she had gotten used to small gestures of sisterly affection, such as small hugs and light cheek kisses, but never could she ever get used to the 'brotherly' affection her brothers exhibited – especially those impromptu kisses, which never failed to catch her off guard.

For instance, right now, when she was being cornered by the white-haired twin, whose violet eyes were staring right into her soul. And she knew what he had in store for her.

"...Tsubaki, let me go!" She weakly protested, trying to free her arms from his iron-like grip. He simply pinned them above her head, resulting in a low bang being produced from the wooden door behind her.

"Then why did you keep me waiting for so long?" He questioned, licking his lips, "You won't believe how long I've waited to taste your lips again."

Again with the cheesy lines, she thought. She sure had some effect of the sarcastic roommate she was allotted.

"But isn't this wrong?" She asked, her eyes flickering between the proximity between them and the hallway, where anyone could easily catch them being so... demonstrative.

"You can't change the way I feel about you. Hell, even I can't do that!" He chuckled, looking at her lips, and leaning in. She leaned out, wondering how far back her head could go, when she lightly hit the door of Tsubaki's room – where she was pinned.

She frantically glanced around. Was no one of the floor to save her? But the most important question: Hadn't Tsubaki become more mature ever since the meningitis incident? Yet, there he was, resuming his previous acts.

With him being dangerously close to her face, she could only decide to suck it up and endure the kiss for a few seconds.

He crashed his lips onto hers, and as seconds passed by, she could feel his hold loosening on her hands. Ema closed her eyes, hoping that he would soon need some air – after all, he wasn't a vampire, was he – and would let her go. However, her eyes flicked open the second she felt his hands travelling down her body. Her senses were alert than ever, then.

Around her waist. Caressing her lower back.

The other hand went behind her neck to pull her even close, and their bodies were stuck to each other, though, much to Ema's distaste. Now that her hands were free, she could easily push him off her. After all, she was left with about no space, literally squeezed on the door to his bedroom.

And right then, one of Tsubaki's hands moved away from her back to fiddle when the handle of his door. What on earth...?

The door opened, slightly jerking both of them earlier pressed on the door. He pulled away, breathing heavily, his eyes dazed, looking as if he was high on some drug, and dragged her along with him into the messy room.

"No, Tsubaki! Let me go!" This time, she was vehemently denying, fearing what he had in mind for her.

"Please, Ema, you know that I love you," He said, cupping her face and kissing her again, even more passionately than before, and perhaps, even more possessively. Since her hands were free, she pushed him away, leaving a shocked Tsubaki hanging in the air, trying to process if it was Ema who just pushed him away. The same Ema who didn't have the least bit of resistance in her the last time he saw her.

"No, just no!" She said, scurrying off to her own room, hearing him say, "Wait a minute! I'm sorry!"

She locked the door of her room, and lay on the bed, just looking at the ceiling fan spin about. Reviving the previous few moments, she closed her eyes and upon feeling the same touch from before, she snapped them open, not intending to even blink ever again.

Right, why did she come there? All thanks to stupid family instincts and an innocent heart. Knowing her income from the part time job she had, she could easily afford a one BHK flat to live in, but no, her feelings just had to kick in.

She flipped open her phone to view a text from Misaki: Hey girly! Back home safely? 3

What could she say? Misaki knew about the conflicts the brothers had had before Ema even engtered the college, but now, what?

She sighed; things were back to square one.