The clock read 10:37 am on the stand beside the small brown vanity. A small stool was pushed beneath the opening, all the makeup packed up in the top left drawer as the person that was sitting and using it was now the farthest back from it and gazing at themselves with their cream eyes. Around their hands was a thick light brown scarf, the last but necessary touch to their clothing choice of the day. Gently, the person wrapped it around their neck, not bothering to move aside their long platinum-colored hair, and chose to go with the pretzel style. With the last piece added, they inspected their outfit.

They had chosen a plain burgundy-colored sweater, with a loose monochrome skirt that reached below their knees, and mid-calf burgundy socks. For footwear, donned a pair of brown flat-ankle boots, a heart-shaped charm dangling from the back of it. Lastly, the light brown scarf just wrapped around their neck. For hair, they simply brushed out the bed hair, leaving it nice and straight. Their outfit was perfect for the weather, as winter was nearly coming to an end to welcome spring, but it still remained cold for most of the time. They had simply added a little bit of powder and mascara on their face, deciding that the place where they were going didn't need much.

Right. The place where they were going…

They intently looked at themselves, not at their clothing choice, but into their very own eyes, going deep into their thoughts, thoughts that had long since plagued their mind over the last two weeks. Thoughts that they couldn't bear to share with anyone else, except the one person they strangely felt connected to. The one person that no matter could confide in and lose whatever worry they were withholding. The one person that they know would always be there for them no matter the situation.

This is for the best. They repeated in their mind. Not wanting to waste any more time thinking over it, again, they grabbed their personal, small satchel, which stored everything they would need, holding it tightly, and exited the room, into the corridor. A few steps down, the door to their left opened, and the person exiting the front of the other room bumped, stumbling a little. Regaining their balance, they looked up and saw their peach hair and their deep green blue eyes.

"Sorry—"

"Ah, good morning, Asahi." They greeted, looking intently at the boy.

"Morning, Mitsuki." Asahi, the boy's name, said back, and after taking note of what they were wearing, added, "Where are you going?"

Mitsuki, the name of the girl, tightened her grip on the strap of the satchel, and looked away for a moment, hating the question, but composed herself, recalling everything she had practiced for this day. Meeting her brother's eyes, she replied, "I am heading out for a student council meeting."

Asahi cocked his head to the side, and asked, "On a Saturday? In regular clothes? I know there were times when you had meetings, being the student council president, but always wear your uniform."

The platinum-haired girl nodded, and answered, "Yeah, but this time we agreed to see each other in regular attire in the newly opened coffee shop at Hoshizora. You know, the one two blocks from Kaori's and Rei's work."

The boy nodded weakly as he massaged his head. Mitsuki somewhat knew that her brother didn't wholly buy her story, she just knew, especially after— no, it wasn't time to think out that. She bit the inside of her cheek, awkwardly waiting for him to say anything else, needing to go now, or else she would be late for the meeting and the other place she had to be. 'Please, if you're going to ask something, do it already!'

"Oh, my dear Queen, are you ready?"

'Ah!'

Both boy and girl turned to look at the voice that called out to Mitsuki. At the very end of the corridor, which then led to the living room, stood a boy with light coral hair and similar colored eyes as the girl, though slightly darker, being mindaro colored. He was already dressed in a buttoned-up maroon shirt, black jeans and coat, and red sneakers. In his arms, he held Mitsuki's black coat, and upon seeing her, he smiled, held it out to her, and she gladly rushed over and began putting it on. If she weren't in such a rush, she would have lightly punched the boy for addressing her as 'Queen', a nickname she hated but was given to her at school due to being perfect at everything she did (which was a complete lie).

"Yes! We can go now."

When she finished, she turned to Asahi, and knowing what question he was about to ask, she said, "The meeting also includes all the sports captains, and since Katsumi is captain of the Judo team, he also has to attend. You can ask Yuzuki if you want when she comes back with everyone else from grocery shopping."

Again, Asahi nodded, then followed them to the door. Before she could open the door, a hand beat her to it, knowing full well that it was Katsumi's. She didn't say anything as he opened it, exited, and waited for him. He soon followed, and before he would shut down the door, he shouted, not to her, but to Asahi.

"By the way, I took what was left of the coffee ground, so…goodbye!" He shut the door quickly, snickering, and they both could faintly hear the biggest pissed-off growl from their eldest brother. Not wanting Asahi to possibly delay them by coming out and hitting Katsumi, Mitsuki grabbed hold of the latter's arm and began pulling him away as quickly as she could.