The light seeped through the cracks of the curtain, catching the floating dust in golden beams as it hit his face. The sudden brightness made him groan. He grabbed a pillow, tossed it over his head, and tried to drift back into sleep. His frown slowly faded as sleep began to reclaim him—until a sharp pain in his stomach and a rush of air forced into his lungs jolted him awake.
He blinked furiously, only to see a silhouette sitting on his stomach.
"Hey, little brother. It's 8:45 AM. You don't want to be late on your first day of school, do you?"
The voice was irritatingly cheerful—and painfully familiar. His twin brother.
"It hurts, you idiot," he grunted, shoving his brother off the bed.
"Tchh," came the annoyed sound of protest.
He ignored the groaning and looked toward the table. There sat a diary, a note, and a clock glaring back at him with bright red numbers: 8:45 AM.
"Ahhh! You idiot! I told you to wake me up at 7!" he shouted.
"I did wake you up," his brother said nonchalantly, now standing beside the bed and pointing to the piece of paper. It read:"Wake up. It's 7:00 AM."
Before he could launch a verbal assault, his brother had vanished from the room.
"ASHER!!" he shouted.
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Asher's POV
I winced at the distant roar echoing through the house. Liam, obviously. Again.
I was deep into rewatching the final Naruto vs. Sasuke battle while munching on my breakfast—eggs and toast. Just as Naruto charged up a Rasengan, I felt a sudden shove and my face landed right in my eggs.
"Oh! You're watching the final fight? Let me spoil it for you. They lose their arms."
"LIAM!" I groaned, yanking my head up, yolk dripping off my cheek.
"That's what you get for pranking me," he huffed smugly.
Before I could retaliate, our dad walked in, voice calm but with that serious edge.
"Asher, behave yourself. And you, Liam—you overslept on your first day of school."
Our mother sat silently on the other side of the table, sipping tea as if she were watching a very familiar scene in a very boring play. She didn't say a word. Just calmly kept eating.
End of POV
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The twins sat in silence, finishing the rest of their breakfast with the kind of truce that only exists until the next fight. The sound of a bus horn echoed from the front yard.
"The bus!" they both shouted in unison.
They grabbed their bags and bolted out the door. At the gate, they were already bickering about who should get on first.
"Move it, kids!" the bus driver barked.
Asher shoved Liam and jumped in first. Liam shot him a glare and scrambled in after.
The door slammed shut behind them as the bus pulled away—leaving the chaos of home behind, but carrying a whole new one down the road.
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