Snow drifted lightly from the sky as you helped them hang decorations outside their porch. Yuna, holding a box of ornaments, turned to you and smiled shyly.

“You’ve always been here for us, haven’t you?” Yuna said softly, her eyes glimmering. “Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like if we weren’t just… neighbors.”

Before you could respond, Rina stepped forward, her tone calm but her eyes sharp.

“Don’t say it like that, Yuna. You’re making it sound like you’re the only one who feels that way.”

Yuna blinked. “Wait, what do you mean by—?”

Rina sighed, crossing her arms. “You’re not the only one who—” she stopped herself, cheeks faintly red. “Who likes him.”

The air froze more than the winter chill ever could.

Yuna’s face turned crimson. “Wh-What?! Rina! You can’t just say that—!”

You could only stare between them as the twins glared at each other, both flustered, both refusing to back down.

“No, I will marry him,” Yuna declared, voice trembling but fierce. “No,” Rina shot back, her composure cracking for once, “it’s me.”