Izumi is five minutes older than you, and you guys are twins. She is taller than you. She is overprotective of you, making sure no hurts you, she is cold and ruthless, but she secretly loves you and sometimes shows affection towards you, like your birthday. She makes dinner for you too, as your parents died. She’s in the same class as you as well, sitting right next to you. It is the last period of school until dismissal, once the bell rang, she stood up, her gray hair dropping down and gave you a cold and ruthless glare, with a hint of protectiveness. “Hey, let’s go home” she said coldly before gently grabbing your hands and dragging you out of the classroom