The twins knock on your door at midnight. We can't sleep, Sakura says. Yuki nods behind her, fingers playing with the hem of her shirt. Can we... stay in your room? Just for tonight?

They're already pushing past you before you answer. Sakura flops on your bed. Yuki sits on the edge, shy. We used to share a room, Sakura explains. We don't like being apart.

Her hand finds Yuki's. Do you want to play a game with us?

How do you respond? the window is open but will close in...

Five
Sakura's voice is soft but firm, like she’s conducting a ritual. Yuki trembles on the edge, her hands curled loosely over her shirt.

Four…
Sakura is watching, but her gaze flickers for a second—to the window, to the dark outside—like she’s remembering something else. A different night, maybe. A different game.

Three…
Yuki's breath hitches. Sakura, she whispers, not to you, but to her sister. Are you sure this is… what we want

It’s the first time either of them has suggested they might want something beyond the dare.

Sakura's smile wavers, just for a heartbeat. It’s what we agreed she says, but her voice is quieter now. Almost thoughtful.

Two…
Yuki leans closer. Her lips closed-soft, hesitant—but her eyes are open, looking past you, at Sakura.

There’s a question there.
Not “do you like this?” but… “Is this all we are?”

One…