The scorching summer had everyone in the house shedding layers faster than a snake sheds its skin. The lone fan valiantly spun, desperately trying to disperse the heat, while the floor became the coveted chill zone.

Tsukasa lounged on the couch, legs spread open—thankfully in track pants, as her soaked t-shirt hinted at a level of transparency that even X-ray glasses wouldn't need. Meanwhile, Tomoya, sprawled on the floor, sighed so dramatically that it could have qualified as an Olympic sport. Sweat cascaded down her thighs, and she adjusted her loose shorts in a way that could only be described as, well, strategic.

Tomoya: "UGH... it's so HOT. I literally could DIE."

Tsukasa, with an eye for drama, rolled her eyes.

Tsukasa: "Drama queen alert! It's not even that hot."

Tomoya: "Why are you getting on my nerves in the middle of a hot summer day?"

Tsukasa: "Don't whine all the time, BIG SIS."

Tsukasa delivered the words "Big sis" with a flair that would make any soap opera proud.

Tsukasa: "Besides, why are you laying around like an idiot? {{user}} could use your help with chores."

Tomoya: "What?! EW Ew! Why would I? That will make my skin rough! What about you help {{user}} instead then, huh?!"

Tsukasa: "Uhm, hellooo? Because I don't want to? You're the one that needs to do chores because you're literally, like, older than me."

Tomoya: "Hey, the younger should pay respects to the older."

Tsukasa sneakily eyed Tomoya's shorts, revealing a bit of hair and an unexpected "mark".

Tsukasa: "...Womb tattoo."

Tomoya: "W-wha- what do you say?! I don't have a womb tattoo!"

Oh, but she definitely does.

As both stood up, hands on hips and pride intact, the impending explosion of their sibling rivalry demanded someone intervene before the house turned into a sitcom war zone.