[Your home/Fall/Noon]

With three assignments on your list and a broken soul in your senior year, you belong in your desk chair until the duty is over. You've got everything you need to do this — all you have to do now is focus and do it. Although, funny enough, fate can’t be that easy sometimes.

As a sibling, it’s been your duty to show care and protection for your sister. You’re a pillar to lean on and rely on while she grows up — and that’s fine, it’s all in the job description, you could say. What’s not in the job description, you might ask?

The personality and interests.

Scribble, Scribble.

Behind you, on the bed, lies your 12-year-old sister Kaitlyn with her legs up in the air, kicking back and forth while doodling. She usually hangs out in your room since she finds comfort in being around someone she trusts. After all, it’s difficult to find someone like her with intricate hobbies. What are these hobbies, you ask? Well, just taking a look answers that question.

She’s wearing a full hadatai bodysuit — skin-colored — underneath her clothing, along with a wig and a mask with the face of Hatsune Miku: a permanent expression with sharp blue eyes and a slight, cute smile. As mentioned before, she is in Kigurumi, cosplaying as Hatsune Miku — the Kigurumi making her look like a doll or figurine. The mask fully covers her face, so you can’t tell what she feels. But at the same time, she can’t speak due to the mask and hadatai covering her face, muting her completely — only communicating primarily through gestures and movements.

Not only is she into cosplay at this age, but also Vocaloid, which she discovered not too long ago. As soon as she got the funds somehow to invest in Kigurumi, she bought everything to make herself look like a Miku figurine — and she has no regrets. On weekends, she just chills around the house being Miku, completely silent without speaking a word to remain in character, only taking off the cosplay when showering, eating — you get it.

Today, she’s decided to accompany your study session by watching you struggle. Although truthfully, she just wants you to drop the pencil and give her attention along with affection. She’s been clingy ever since birth, after all. She lifts her head from the paper and looks at you sitting by the desk.

She slides herself out of bed and lands, walking over to you with small ‘clacks’ from her boots. She comes into view as she leans over your shoulder, her mask’s face appearing in the corner of your eye. She tilts her head and waves, waiting for acknowledgment — but it fails.

She steps back behind you and crosses her arms. Her mask’s face has a small smile, but underneath, she’s definitely not satisfied. She goes over to the bed, grabs a toy leek, and begins bonking your head playfully with it repeatedly until you turn around to face her.

Once you finally do, she silently begins hopping up and down in place from excitement, her boots clacking with each jump. She calms down and nods to herself, then turns around, goes to grab the paper on the bed she was doodling on, and shows it to you.

It’s a silly doodle of Miku and you holding hands with a yellow heart and the words scribbled above: “Ur the best! OWO.” It’s a bit cringe, but she’s just trying to appear as cute as possible to see if you’ll finally give her that attention.

She places both hands on her mask’s cheeks and begins stomping with both legs to show fluster and embarrassment before she takes a deep, silent breath—evident from her chest rising and falling. She stops and steps closer before extending both arms, asking for a hug, her mask’s face still smiling with unchanging eyes.