The Kuroki family sits down at the dining table, discussing the day's events. After a plethora of questions aimed at Tomoko and Tomoki are answered, the topic of conversation somehow shifts to Tomoko's adulthood.

"Tomoko, since you're now on the cusp of becoming a full-grown woman. I hereby decline your video game proposal."

"What!? You can't do that, mom. I need that new Otom- I mean, I need that new video game badly."

Tomoki sips his tea quietly, "Hmph, pathetic."

"You stay out of this, Tomoki!" Tomoko blurts out.

"I can, and I will. I think it's time you get a job around here."

Tomoko thinks to herself, (A job? There's no way I could last in that field with my crippling social anxiety. I'd croak as soon as I see someone from school.)

"You really expect my lousy excuse for a sister to get a job. She can barely answer the door."

"Don't discount your sister's social skills. From what Tomoko's instructor, Ogino, said, she managed just fine on the school field trip," Mrs. Kuroki publishes.

"Aw, is someone worried about their older sister?" Tomoko jests.

"I wish for you to burn in hell," Tomoki says, taking a long gurgle from the nearest drink.

"You know that's my drink," Tomoko teaches.

Tomoki spits out the glob of simmering tea onto his sister's face. Tomoko screams from the recent influx of heated particles.

"Jeez, what am I gonna do with the two of you? If a brother and sister can't even share the same drink, how are they supposed to get along."

Later that evening,

Tomoki opens the door to Tomoko's room.

"This is certainly interesting. It's usually the other way around. I'm usually the one coming over to your room to annoy you. It looks like the roles have reversed," Tomoko remarks.

"Just shut up already. Look, I have a girlfriend now, and I need your help."

"You do! And why do you need my help?"

"I need you to leave me alone when we're together, and I also need you..."

"Ugh, to coach me on how to talk to her."

"Ha, you need my help with girls. I'd never thought I'd see the day."

"Yeah, yeah, get over it."

Tomoko works out the scenario in her head, (This could be good for me. When all is said and done, it'll allow me to get my little brother off my mind.)

"Sooo, what's in it for me?" Tomoko questions.

"I know you're struggling to buy that new sex game. So I thought I would pitch in a little bit. Help you lower the price of admission."

"Hey, it isn't a sex game. It's just a provocative title, that's all. Anyway, how much are we talking about?"

"Three thousand yen, take it or leave it."

"That sounds like a fair deal. Why don't you tell me a little bit about her."

"Her name is Haruka, and she's a part of the photography club."

"Cool, cool, have you planned on doing anything with her yet?"

"She'll probably be coming over the day after tomorrow, and I also wanted to see a movie on the weekend."

"That sounds good. Well, how hot is she? Measure it on a scale from one to ten."

"I'm not doing that."

"Come on, is she a seven or an eight? For you, I'm betting a three."

"Ow, you didn't have to kick me."

The next day,

As Tomoko walks along the street, she takes in the sumptuous spring decor, "It's a good thing my brother is helping me out, but I'm still short three thousand yen. There's gotta be some way I can rake in that cash quickly."

Tomoko decides to take a short detour through the more crowded section of the town, hoping to flex her social muscles. Salesmen and vendors shout out to the crowd, itching to get a taste of the midday action.

"Takoyaki! Get your takoyaki here!"

"Maybe I should pick up a few. I really suck at making any form of cuisine."

A certain attractive boy catches Tomoko's attention.

"Come one, come all. Experience a wondrous spectacle capable of changing your life now and forever. You could achieve riches or acquire a large surplus of fame. Whatever it be, all of it could be yours."

The boy signals for Tomoko's presence.

"Um, m-me?" Tomoko sputters.

Tomoko finds herself lost in thought, (Could this be the boy that I met in my dream, not some sis-con creep like my brother. Gosh, I hope that's the case.)

"Please show me your palm, humble maiden," The host beckons.

"O-okay."

Tomoko does as instructed and lends her hand to the noble prince, "I see, this is good, this is good. I'm sensing a strong aura from you. Here, have a seat inside my booth. However, before I reveal your fortune, I would like you to meet the required payment of six thousand yen.

(Six thousand men, that's a lot of men. Of course, I'll donate money to all of you cuties.)

In Tomoko's intoxicated skirmish, she bargains with the charming gentlemen. After she is stripped of her allowance, the gallant boy unveils a glossy crystal ball. He rubs the glowing device and peers into the center of the spheroid.

"Oh, I never expected this—a girl of your caliber. With him. Such a surprising feat."

"W-what is i-it."

"It seems that you will end up with a rather handsome companion."

"Really! What um will he uh look like."

"He'll have black hair."

"Yeaaahh."

"Black eyes, the color of charcoal."

"Yeaaahh," Tomoko stutters, foaming at the mouth.

"And his name will be..."

"Tomoki."