Tomoko awakes on a bed of roses. Her body remains stuck in an unnatural state of limbo, cycling between shaking and stillness. When she finally takes complete control over her body, she works her way off the ground, "Woah... where am I?"
"Tomoko," A faint voice whispers.
"Who's there?"
Tomoko turns around, encountering a noble white steed. On the back of the horse sits a boy covered in armor, his face obscured by the sun's glistening rays.
"Um, who are you?"
The boy reaches out, quick to suppress Tomoko's numerous questions.
Tomoko hesitantly reaches for the hand, a slight smirk working its way up her face. As she touches his palm, her clothes change to a more formal attire mimicking that of a beautiful princess.
She's lifted onto the horse by the boy and hugs his body tightly for reassurance. As they ride into the sunset, Tomoko tries to steal one last glance at her prince, her knight in shining armor, the one who would save her from eternal damnation.
And her prince was...
Tomoki
Tomoko wakes up, rushes into the bathroom, and throws up in the sink.
"What the fuck is wrong with me? Why would I ever be turned on by my little brother? I gotta stop staying up so late. It's really messing with my head."
Tomoki enters through the backdoor, having completed a lengthy trek from soccer practice with his newfound girlfriend. His mother sits sprawled out on the couch before him, reminiscing on old videotapes. The current recording depicts Tomoko and Tomoki sharing the same straw on a trip to Wcdonalds.
"I can't wait till we get married onee-san. We'll have so many babies."
"Silly bro, we're siblings. We can't get married."
"Aw, you're no fun, Tomoko."
The sheer disgust manifested on Tomoki's face couldn't have been any stronger. He felt as if he would be sick from this frightful revelation. Tomoki decides to head upstairs to rinse the rancid stench of puke out of his mouth.
Just as Tomoki passes by the stairwell, he encounters the familiar mug of the lifeless Tomoko.
Just as Tomoko crosses the stair threshold, she encounters the familiar mug of a grief-stricken Tomoki.
He grumbles to himself as he ascends the railing, "Ugh, that insolent little shit.
She grumbles to herself as she descends the railing, "Ugh, that annoying little twerp.
"I hate her/him so much," They both mumble in unison.