Oh golly, I was the one who asked for Fruit having a lil sister and aaw I absolutely adored it, thank you! So is it fine if we ask for more scenarios with Tsubaki?

Yes please. Much like her brother, Tsubaki loves attention!

“You sure you’re okay? He was your father, after all.” Uta peers at Souta from behind his mask. 

Furuta snickers as he lounges on Tsuneyoshi’s desk, besides Daddy’s dead body. “Nah. He didn’t even know what I looked like.”

Donato laughs, but Uta hears hollowness in Furuta’s voice. 

Donato pauses suddenly. His eyes narrow.

“What?” Uta asks. 

The Priest holds a finger to his lips and springs towards the air vent above Tsuneyoshi. “Ha!”

“Go away!” calls a defiant child’s voice.

Furuta gasps now. Donato yanks open the vent, and down tumbles a little Washuu who looks eerily like Souta. 

“Tsubaki?” Furuta is terrified. If Tsuneyoshi so much as touched his sister, he’s going to mutilate his corpse until there’s nothing left.  

“I was supposed to be spying on him because he’s ignoring people in the garden but I was so scared when you came in I just hid – I’m sorry!” Tsubaki bursts into tears and launches herself at her brother, who catches her. 

The girl stops suddenly. She slaps Furuta over and over. “Why? Why? Why?”

“You know our father was a piece of – garbage.”

“You aren’t. Why are you continuing his murder spree?” Tsubaki looks at Donato and Uta angrily. “Why don’t you help my brother?”

“We are,” Donato says.

“I don’t like you. I don’t think you are.” Tsubaki clings tighter to Furuta. “I don’t think he’s happy.”

“I’m happy with you, Tsubaki,” Furuta whispers. He tries to wink at Uta, but fails miserably.

Uta smiles. He isn’t lying. 

Melodrama, it runs in the family.