Thread: Every Mamono Needs a Hiro! [Frostsch/Umbrale]

Hiro wished he could just walk back into the living room and return to Alexis' side. That girl was unnaturally comfortable, and even seemed insightful about heat-based treatments. Instead, he was confronting his sister about a long held grudge against her. The male couldn't possibly think of a single rebuttal that Kyra could offer him, but when she did, he felt awful. Tears welled up at the corner of her eyes, immediately causing Hiro to frown. He remained silent at first. Then, she pushed him. Hiro felt an unusual amount of force behind her hands. He needed to take a series of small steps backwards to retain his balance. What had bothered him even more was a strange sensation surrounding Kyra. Goosebumps began to form on his skin, as if warning him of imminent danger. Perhaps it was just her tomboy side showing. Still, it annoyed him that his little sister was even stronger than he was. Hiro tried to recollect himself and puff out his chest, but a series of pushes kept him off his guard. It was almost as if each hurtful sentence that Kyra uttered had materialized into a physical force, constantly pushing back at him until he was backed up against the counter. The words had stung him like a bee. What had hurt him the most was that Kyra wasn't considerate of him. He was the burdened one, not her! Blood pumped through his veins, spreading anger throughout his body. His eyes stared into hers, as if striking her with invisible daggers. A hand reached out and grabbed onto her wrist. Oh, I'm so sorry for trying to take a breather. If you weren't so difficult, maybe I wouldn't need to get away once in a while! He growled. Hiro had even gone as far to call her bet. Brat! You're a fucking brat, Kyra! He yelled out. At the corner of his eyes, he could see her fingers balling up into a fist. He only held onto one of her wrists, and even then, he was sure she could tug free of it in mere seconds if she wanted to. His heart raced after seeing it. He could only imagine how strong her punch would be given how physically strong she was. Yet, would she punch her brother? Would see deliver the blow? Hiro wasn't one to show fear. Though every fiber in his body told him not to, he began to taunt his little sister. Go ahead, brat. Punch me. Prove to me that I'm right. He leaned his head forward, gently pressing his forehead against hers. Their noses brushed up against one another, and their lips just breaths away. Though, it was doubtful that either of them even thought about the proximity of their lips at the moment. He watched her fingers unfold out of the corner of her eyes. He let out a quiet sigh of relief - one where air gently brushed against Kyra's lips. As they made eye contact, they stood in silence for a few moments. What, you don't have the guts? Hiro whispered in a haughty manner. What happened next surprised Hiro. He stood there, with both hands pressing the counter behind him when Kyra retreated upstairs. His own fingers curled this time, tightly gripping the marble behind him. He let out a sigh and peaked his head out from the kitchen, into the living room. Hey, excuse us for a moment. Kyra has something she wants to show me. Hiro said quickly. He had hoped that his poker face was sufficient enough and he didn't show any uneasiness. We'll come back soon. Until then, enjoy your coffee, okay? Kyra puts a lot of effort brewing that. He forced up a sour smile before dipping his head back into the kitchen. He exited the kitchen through the other door and made his way to the hallway. A quick turn was all that was needed and he was already heading up the stairs to pursue his little sister. The sound of creaking wood could be heard with every step. It told Kyra that something was coming to see her. The sound and frequency of the steps was oh-so-familiar that Kyra surely wouldn't be curious as to who it was. Kyra, don't be like this. He said halfheartedly. Though he didn't like to see his little sister like this, he also firmly believed that he was right. The only trouble was convincing his sister to calm down without giving in to her argument. Your friends are over and it's a rare occasion. So let's just go down and enjoy some of your coffee, okay? I promised that I would make dinner tonight. Hiro stepped towards her room and slowly pushed the door open. A thin strip of light shot into the room, only to be denied by Hiro's shadow. Kyra... He whispered softly.