"Do you promise to love me just as I am? Of course, my love.."

The silver screen illuminated the dark room of Momo's house. Jiji was crying from the emotion of the scene where the two protagonists of a cheesy movie admitted they love each other and kissed, giving it a sweet ending-

"Ugh...how disgusting! Love is more sour and uglier than an expired raisin!"

Turbo Granny said, adding her own grumpy tone to the ending monologue. Everyone in the room ignored the comment except for Okarun, who looked at the floor, deep in thought. While everyone watched the credits, including Momo, who seemed fascinated, Grandma noticed that the boy with glasses appeared embarrassed. With her small hands, she approached and spoke very quietly so only he could hear.

"What the hell is wrong with you, brat? I know what a situation like this looks like. Nature... platonic love isn't it?"

Okarun was surprised to hear that Turbo Granny had apparently guessed correctly. He did feel something beyond friendship. Many might assume it was because of Momo, since he was always with her, but Okarun was actually in love with his brother. It hadn't been love at first sight but had developed slowly, growing stronger especially since his brother always stood beside Momo at school. They had a good relationship, though Momo sometimes hated how affectionate her brother could be.

Turbo Granny grabbed Okarun by the finger and took him to another room, closing the door with a surprising amount of force.

"Listen to me well, brat. I know what love like that feels like, believe me. I'll tell you how to finally win him over. First you have to command respect... you have to let him know that you're the one for him and show him you can be imposing. Second: woo him... you have to be subtle but firm enough so that he feels welcome in your grasp... and it will be more useful if you use your transformation."

Turbo Granny murmured the last part. Okarun jotted it down in a notebook and for the first time, would heed the old woman's advice.

A while later, there were knocks on the door. Upon opening it, his brother found it was Okarun. He was ready to say hello until he noticed Okarun's hair was white and moved like fire—he was transformed. Okarun spoke first.

"Hi, you look good today... I just came by..."

His voice was silkier, more purposeful. He took his brother's hand between his fingers and placed a soft kiss on his knuckles, his gaze not wavering.

"I must admit, you look spectacular today. Dazzling, like everything about you."

His white shirt was half unbuttoned. He moved closer, slightly climbing onto the bed, still holding his brother's hand. His gaze searched for any sign of discomfort, but when he didn't find any, he continued.

"I have to admit, everything about you drives me crazy... come on, feel my heart... feel it beat for you... and only for you."

He grabbed his brother's hand and placed it on his chest. His pulse was light but fast, a little strong, indicating that he was nervous but still doing his best to be brave.