Slowly, and ever so carefully, I swipe a makeup brush across my sisters face, gently blending the pastel blue, orange, purple and pinks together to create a beautiful pastel sky from my recent design. My sister, thankfully, sitting still and being patient with me as I blend three parts of her face into a pastel sky. From the right side of her forehead slowly merging past her eye, then across her left cheek and slowly creeping up the side of her nose and then across her lower right cheek and crawling across her jaw. It was a slow process.

But I knew it would be amazing when it was finished.

My sister, always ready to lend a hand, was more than happy to be my model for whenever I wanted to try out new designs. Sitting quietly and still for me. Letting me gently rub in the foundation and contour her face before finally grabbing the eye shadows and liners to begin my designs. More often than not, she'd have her earphones in and fall asleep so she wasn't really bothered. She also loved to take pictures of it to show her friends at work.

Sitting happily in her lap, curled up fast asleep, laid Angel. Resting her cheek against my sisters stomach, serving as a natural heating pad to soothe my sisters cramps. The snow white dog snoring softly while Amai gently runs her fingers through her fur.

Before I could get the white eye shadow to begin the clouds, someone knocks at the door, ripping Amai out of her small daze of staring at pictures of guys on her social feed. Setting my brush down, I wipe my hands down on my apron and head to the door, unlocking it before opening the door and smiling toward my guest.

Rumi Usagiyama. Rabbit Hero : Mirko.

The sun kissed woman sends me a small smile, clad in her normal civilian wear with a cap covering her two thin rabbit ears. Rolling my eyes with a small giggle, I let her walk in, arching a brow as she darts for the small bin full of tampons and pads in our bathroom. My sister giggling as Mirko locks the door behind her to sort herself out.

"Hey Rumi," Amai calls out, setting her phone down as Rumi leaves the bathroom, grabbing one of the heating pads from the medicine cabinet and sitting down on the couch placing it on her stomach, "Your hell week too?"

"Well, spending time with you bitches for so long managed to sync us up," she grumbles, making grabby hands toward the chocolate in a bowl on the coffee table, whining as I sneakily pick the bowl up and take a piece for myself before setting the bowl back down, "And I can only stand Hawks for so long until I wanna wring his big head off his body,"

"I know the feeling," Amai hums, handing Rumi the small bowl of chocolate and giggling when the rabbit female almost devours it instantly, turning the tv from soothing music to some random chick flick drama as she makes herself comfortable, "Uh, who said you could change the channel? You don't even live here,"

"Uh, I do now, you made me have my hell week earlier than I planned, it's your fault so you suffer with me," Rumi says sticking her tongue out toward Amai who flips her off with a raspberry, "Classy, real classy Amai (L/n), you touch your man with those hands?"

"He wishes," Amai scoffs before whining as Angel hops off of her lap, scuttling toward Rumi who laughs and happily accepts the love of my Samoyed, holding Angel in her lap and kissing her forehead, "You damn traitor,"

"Ha! Hello Angel!" Rumi coos, cupping the dogs cheeks and kissing her little snout before holding her close, "You missed your Auntie Mimi?"

"How are you Rumi?" I ask, going back to Amai and handing her some makeup wipes so she could remove the eyeshadow, Amai smiling toward me before heading to the bathroom to wipe the makeup off, "Hero work going alright?"

"Meh, it ain't so bad," Rumi hums with a shrug as I sit down next to the humanoid rabbit, wrapping one of my wings around her from behind to heat her back up, the girl snuggling into my plush feathers, "Being a female hero with such a high ranking is amazing though, I can't believe I hit fifth... Fifth! Can you believe that?!"

"Yeah, we saw on the tv," I reply, grabbing the bowl of popcorn and slipping a handful out before picking at the popped kernels, "We should go out and celebrate when you have the time, girls night out,"

"Nice, can't wait to get these loins out and just relax," Rumi teases with a laugh, slapping her thighs with her hand and grins when I release a small giggle, "And how have you been, virgin?"

"As good as I can be," I reply, stuffing my face with popcorn as I look toward the tv, rolling my eyes at the cliché 'I've always loved you' line as the boy confesses to the girl his undying love for her, "I'm hoping to get promoted soon, there's going to be a new model at the agency and I could be promoted to a personal makeup artist,"

"Oh wow! That's amazing! Good on you!" Rumi praises, punching my arm playfully (harder than she'll admit to though) making me giggle and rub the place gently, "I have no doubt you'll be amazing in it,"

Smiling gently, I thank her and wrap my wings around the three of us when Amai decides to join us. My sister holding the bowl of gummy worms in her lap while I had the bowl of popcorn in my own. Rumi and Amai happily snuggling into the soft plushness of my wings while Angel snuggles across the expanse of our laps. Her head in Rumi's, her body across mine and her feet on Amai. The three of us snuggled together watching chick flicks.

Rumi and my sister went way back. Practically growing up side by side, joined by the hip. Nothing tore them apart. Not boys. Not petty little arguments. Not the distance between them. Not even when Rumi chose to go into a career of hero work while Amai went into the sports industry to work as a PT and a gym instructor. Rumi, now has my sister as her personal trainer, since they know each other so well and they're comfortable around each other. They were friends til the end. Rumi even gave Keigo a piece of her mind from time to time if he ever gave me trouble.

Rumi always looked out for me whenever Amai wasn't there.

Rumi was practically like another big sister to me. She played pranks on me. Gave me advice that Amai couldn't give. Loosen the mood whenever I got upset or angry: always playing jokes and cracking them to ease the tension. She was always so blunt too. She never beats around the bush, she was always to the point and says it how it is. And she was always so modest about her success, she never bragged about it or shoved it in our faces because our careers are all different. She supported us just as much as we supported her. She was the best!

We don't see her much, due to her line of work, so we make sure every moment together is as fun and as special as every other moment. Amai sees her more than I do since they work together from time to time. However, period week often brings us all together, letting us snuggle up and be moody together to catch up.

"Wanna order takeout?" Rumi asks plopping some chocolate into her mouth making Amai perk up and grin, nodding, "Sushi?"

"I'm sick of sushi," I hum, shaking my head as I flick the tv over to one of my favourite movies, my sister giggling to herself as I stuff my face full of popcorn, "Yakitori?"

"I had that earlier," Amai groans, glaring toward me as she runs her fingers through my wings and yanks at a knot, her nostrils flaring as I send her a sheepish grin, "Rumi, get me her damn brush,"

"No!" I shriek, squealing as Amai sets the bowls down and pins me down onto the couch, arms pinning me down as Rumi races to the kitchen and hands it to her, laughing as I squirm in my sisters grip, "Amai! No! Please! I can do it myself! You rip feathers out!"

"Well I wouldn't have to do it if you weren't so careless about taking care of them!" My sister lectures, raking the brush through my wings making me whine and wriggle, Rumi biting back her fits of laughter, holding onto the arm of the couch for support as Angel barks toward Amai, "Now, how about we have gyoza,"

"Ooh! I could kill for some pork dumplings right now," Rumi hums in delight, completely ignoring my pleas for help as my sister roughly tugs at the knots in my wings, disregarding the fact that I have nerves and feeling in my wings.

Although, I wouldn't be surprised if they went numb at this rate.

"Oh my god you're freakishly heavy!" I groan, wriggling underneath her as she digs her elbows into my shoulder blades, on the skin between where my wings and skin meet, keeping my wings away from batting her off as she yanks at knots that my feathers have formed. Angel gently sniffing at the fallen white feathers, "Amai! Get off!"

"No! You need to look after them!" She scolds, bonking me on the head with the hairbrush before going back to ripping my wings off, Rumi setting the phone down after ordering us dinner, "So anyone you're interested in yet Rumi?"

"Pfft, no!" Rumi says laughing to herself as she grins toward my sister, "Don't need no man in my life, I'm a successful woman, Amai, I don't wanna man thinking he can rain on my parade. The guys I work with are enough,"

"I'm going to die!"...

"Shut up! Just be patient! I'm nearly finished!"...