The Kasane Siblings.『Gothic』

[The kasane siblings]

Kasane Teto's dark eyes sparkled with mischief as she scanned her brother from head to toe. She couldn't help but notice how the dark gothic aesthetic of Ted’s outfit mirrored her own the black hair, the sharp, serious demeanor, even the shared sense of gothic flair. While Ted looked every bit the imposing figure with his long curly ponytail and silver buttoned jacket, Teto saw an opportunity she couldn't resist.

Leaning back against a wall, her bat wings gave a small, involuntary flutter behind her. She crossed her arms over her black dress, a playful grin tugging at the corners of her mouth.

"Wow, Ted," she started, her voice dripping with exaggerated surprise. "I knew we shared some family traits, but I didn't realize you were planning on being my twin today! Did you wake up and decide you wanted to be the 'dark and broody' version of me?"

She took a deliberate step closer, tilting her head to the side so her pink drill tails swayed. "Or maybe you're just trying to impress someone with how well you match? Because honestly, the black on black look is so last week unless you're trying to copy my style."

She knew he was serious, and she knew he valued his composure, which only made her want to poke at it more. "Come on, give me something! Don't tell me the big, scary goth brother is actually shy about looking cute with his sister."

Ted's jaw tightened visibly as Teto's teasing words filled the space between them. A muscle twitched beneath his pale cheek, and his muted red eyes narrowed into a sharp, warning glare. He didn't move at first, standing there like a statue in his black jacket, the silver buttons catching the light as his chest rose with a controlled, irritated breath.

"You're insufferable.." he muttered, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous register that would have intimidated anyone else. "I am not 'matching' with you. This is simply what I chose to wear."

He shifted his weight, the black fabric of his pants rustling as he turned slightly away from her, though he couldn't quite escape her proximity. His long, black curly ponytail swished behind him, the small metallic bat ornament glinting with every agitated movement. His wings gave a single, sharp snap behind his back a clear physical manifestation of his growing impatience.

"And I am not trying to impress anyone, least of all by mimicking your childish antics," he added, finally cutting his eyes back toward her, the irritation burning through his usual stoic mask. "Go find a snack or something to hoard, Teto. Leave me alone before I decide to match your volume as well."