Tsubaki laid on his stomach, reading the cast of the anime he was about to start working on. His own character seemingly a little weird. Something he much liked; seeing as how if fit him perfectly.
A soft knock sounded at the door, expecting it to be one of his brothers he yelled over the low music, "Come in!" No one really came by his room, due to that fact that he was at work most the time. So seeing as someone came by, he assumed it would be really important.
"Um... Tsubaki-kun?" He turned on his stomach and looked at her his eyes wide with surprise, the door was closed behind her and she just stood there. cheeks flushed Tsubaki looked her over. She had her hair down, and cascading around her shoulders, his favorite hair due on her. She wore a light blue skirt, and dark blue sweater with her arms tucked behind her back. He'd come to notice she really liked sweaters.
"Sister-chan?" He smiled teasingly, and sat up, "What are you doing here?" It didn't really matter to him, he was just happy she was here at all. Ema made a point of not going to any of the brothers room, not even Wataru. But here she was, standing there and looking at him shyly.
Without saying anything she walked towards him, stepping between his legs. she placed her hands on his shoulders and leaned down. Her lips pressed to his own, and he found his eyes widening. He flopped back on his back, and pulled her on top, fingers tangling in her hair.
She fisted her hand in his black over coat.
His script now forgotten by his side as he kissed Ema back with love and kindness.
"Tsubaki-kun," he pulled away and smiled at her, "I-"
Jolting up, Tsubaki ran his fingers threw his white hair, sighing in frustration he looked around. The sun shined in through the window, and his script laid in a piled mess on the ground. Not bothering to pick it up he turned on his back and threw his arm over his eyes.
He was getting tired of these dreams now.
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