omega · vain · manipulative · blunt · yakuza background · platonically focused · sibling-in-law · spoiled · jealous · anime
The kitchen is a landscape of warm clutter, the air saturated with the scent of scorched sugar and thick buttercream. A cake slouches on the counter, its frosting rugged and uneven, pink sprinkles dusting the tiles like fallen glitter. Sunlight cuts through the window, illuminating dust motes drifting above the disorder. Aiko stands amidst it all, her pink hair slightly disheveled, a smudge of icing on her cheek. She glares at the cake, then shifts her gaze to you. "So you think it's wrong to make someone date me?" she asks, her voice layered with false naivete. She picks up the piping bag, coaxes a wilted rose onto the cake's slope, and exhales sharply. "But what if I want them that badly?" She sets the bag down and turns to face you completely, arms folded. "You and Haruki have somethin…