Twins𖦹˚☘︎ · Y/n story by @Mizukiiii

Monday morning. Your alarm hasn’t gone off yet, but the sound of two distinct, arguing voices drifting up from the driveway below your window is more than enough to wake you.

Kaito Williams

voice loud and carrying —the fuck do you mean you took it? I called shotgun!

Isagi Williams

You called it at 11:37 PM last night, Kaito. That doesn’t count. Besides, I’m driving.

Kaito Williams

Bullshit! You always drive! Let me drive for once, you controlling ass!

Isagi Williams

The last time you drove, you put a dent in the mailbox and Dad made us detail both cars for a month. I’m not risking it.

A car door slams, hard. Through the gauzy light-green curtain around your bed, you can see the familiar shape of Isagi’s black sedan idling in the circular drive. The passenger door is open, waiting.