Family can help, right?

Tamao pressed a few buttons on her phone, crouching in a corner as she waited with the phone pressed to her ear. "Please pick up, Yomi! Please!"

A young woman was snoring loudly in the library of the college campus that Tamao was heading towards at this very moment, an act that normally would have resulted in the librarian waking her up and throwing her out...

Except that twenty-two year old Hiroshi Yomi was the librarian.

*BZZT!*

"AAAAAAAHHHHH!" Yomi screamed, falling out of her chair and falling flat on her back on the floor. "I'm up! I'M UP!" she shouted as she pulled out her phone and answered. "Hello?"

"Yomi! Thank God!"

"Tamao?" Yomi asked in concern at her cousin's tone of voice. "Tamao, what's wrong?"

"Look, I don't have time to explain!" Tamao exclaimed over the phone, "I need you to go to my locker and then meet me outside the front gate with my gym clothes!"

"Why do you need your gym clothes? Aren't you debating that ass Matsumoto today?" Yomi asked in confusion.

"Yes! But... Look! I can't explain what happened, but now I'm -"

*BEEP!*

"You're 'What'? Tamao?! HELLO?!" Yomi called out before before seeing that the call had ended. Hanging up herself, she said, "I guess she hung up. Oh well. Better go grab her gym clothes for her."

And with that, Yomi got up and headed towards her cousin's locker... Leaving her phone behind at her desk.

"Yomi? Yomi?! Are you there?!" Tamao asked, letting out a sigh as she noticed that her battery had finally ran out. She had some doubts about calling her cousin, to be quite honest. Yomi was a sweetheart, but she could be... Well, whatever you called someone who was some kind of mixture between a jinx and a klutz. How she managed to survive to adulthood, Tamao had never figured out.

On the other hand, Yomi was the only person she knew who wouldn't make fun of her after seeing her like this.

She just hoped she made the right decision as she came closer to her stop...

"Let's see... Was it her birthday then the last four digits of her phone number?" Yomi asked herself as she stood next to Tamao's locker. "Or was it the other way around?"

"Man, did you see the look on Nakatomi's face when we got her like that?!"

"Duh, Dude! We were all there."

"I still can't believe how stacked she is. I thought for sure she'd be like her dopey and klutzy librarian cousin and be flat as a board!"

At the voices, Yomi turned around to see three young men wearing cheap clown masks walking down the halls. She had no idea who these men were, but they must have been students given the uniforms.

"Hey! You three!" Yomi called out, making the three clowns stop in their tracks before turning to see the librarian stand in front of them. "I heard your little talk just now, and I demand to know what happened to my cousin!"

The three clowns looked at each other...

It was not an easy task, but after a few close calls, Tamao finally made it to the front gates of the school, desperately covering herself with her hands as she looked around nervously.

"Dang it, Yomi! Where are you?!"

"Psst!"

Tamao jumped back, started by the noise as she saw some nearby bushes rustling. A second later, Yomi's head popped out, the older girl's face bright red.

"Yomi?! What are you - Nevermind!" Tamao said with a shake of her head. "Please just give me my clothes so I can go kick Matsumoto's ass!"

"Yeah, about that..." Yomi began sheepishly, "I've kinda got a bit of a situation..."

"What situation?" Tamao asked in annoyance... Only to go wide eyed as she saw her cousin stick a bare foot out from the bush and wiggle her toes with a sheepish grin.

"Yomi..."