Ukiyo

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[7:05 am]

In Hideyo's opinion, this summer had to be one of the worst. Because the air conditioner only cooled the bottom level of the house, the second floor was hot and dry, causing a surface to burn or parch.

Hiroki, the elder sibling, seemed to disagree. He was laying on the tatami floors in the bright white living room, wearing a black thick sweater and a beanie. His eyes were closed, his arms behind his head, and his legs spread out on the floor, and his countenance looked serene.

Beads of sweat rolled down Hideyo's round tanned face as she stared at her brother from the beneath the door frame. Her short silver hair was pulled back into a low pony tail in an attempt to keep her cooler, a few strands of the wavy loose hair stuck to her forehead and neck.

Hideyo's round purple eyes shifted away from Hiroki's body and gazed at the room's white closed doors, which blocked the dazzling rays from entering. She then looked up at the right corner of the room, where the white air conditioning was blasting a loud tune and circling the furniture.

Hideyo entered the room with her petite figure, delicate footsteps making a light noise on the tatami mats. Hiroki cocked one of his lilac eyes to the side, barely turning his head to look at his sister, who lay alongside him on the floor. Her scavenged arms and legs were positioned in the shape of a starfish.

As the cool air reached her skin, she inhaled deeply, the familiar aroma of lavender incense striking her nose. As her skin chilled, the white tank top she was wearing began to peel away, and the mom jean shorts she was wearing gave her legs a bitter sensation from the cold. Her dark purple gaze was fixated on the Edo Furin wind bell, which hung from the ceiling in a lavender hue. When a strong breeze passed by from the machine, it would occasionally play quiet chimes. It felt strange to put it there, but they frequently used the air conditioner rather than opening the house's doors, so it seemed the most appropriate location to hang it.

Hiroki locked his gaze on the side of Hideyo's face for a few more moments before moving on to the Edo Furin. His lilac eyes studied the white Daisys painted on the glass, particularly the lavender and pink ones.

A euphonious tone played throughout the home - indicating someone had rung the doorbell.

Hiroki let out a low grumble as he sat up from his seat, forcing the black cotton material from his shorts to ride up to his thigh a little before he stood up. His footsteps were heavier and louder than Hideyo's as they stomped on the tatami mats.

Hiroki glanced at the tan spherical clock that read 7:15 as he stepped through the brown wooden halls of his home. With a tiny grimace on his lips, he arched one of his thin white brows. Someone ringing his doorbell so early in the morning bothered him and he thought it was arrogant.

When the familiar song of his doorbell rang again, the boy pushed his thoughts away.

His large hands opened the door, prompting him to slightly squint his eyes as the bright sun rays hit his skin. As the summer heat burned into his jacket and beanie, he had a glum expression on his face. Although he could feel chilly air from inside hitting the backs of his legs, the heat seemed to overwhelm the cooling feeling.

Nawa Genki, true to his name, a lively one, and an early bird.

Childish and rambunctious.

Those were the two words Hiroki felt best described him.

Genki had a huge smile plastered on his face and his eyes turned into crescent moons. The light from the sun reflected off his shaggy jet black hair that always looked messy. A few strands of hair always stood up in the middle of his head. One of Genki's hands was in the pocket of his dark green cargo pants, which ended a few inches above his ankle. He carried a plastic bag in the other hand, which lightly struck the silver chain he had attached to his slacks. Despite wearing a sleeveless turquoise puffer jacket and a loose white long sleeve that ended a bit past his elbows, Genki didn't appear bothered by the searing heat.

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