Advice

Jin and Jikan leaned against Yozora's desk in the student council room, identical expressions of frustration on their faces.

"Big brother," Jin called, crossing his arms. "We need your advice."

Jikan nodded, leaning closer. "Yeah, there's this girl. We really like her, but she keeps... running away every time we try to talk to her."

Yozora, who had been calmly writing Momo's name across a blank page of his notebook, glanced up with a faint smile. "Running, you say?" He repeated.

"Yes!" Jin exclaimed. "We're nice to her, we compliment her, but the second we get close, she bolts!"

Yozora tapped his pen against his chin, his expression thoughtful. "If she runs," he said after a moment, "tie her legs."

Jin and Jikan blinked, glancing at each other before looking back at him.

"Uh... tie her legs?" Jikan echoed hesitantly.

Yozora nodded, his tone calm and instructional. "Yes. It's simple. If she can't run, she has no choice but to stay with you. If that doesn't work..." He paused, tilting his head with a serene smile. "...cut them off. Problem solved."

The twins froze, their mouths slightly agape as they processed his words.

"Wow," Jin said after a beat, his voice filled with awe. "You're so wise, big brother."

"Seriously," Jikan agreed, nodding fervently, his expression as stoic as ever. "Why didn't we think of that? You make everything sound so easy."

Yozora returned to his notebook, shrugging modestly. "It's just common sense."

As the twins exchanged impressed glances, Momo, who had been eavesdropping from behind the door, clapped her hand over her mouth to stifle a horrified gasp.

Common sense? she thought, her heart pounding. What kind of family is this?!