He lets her know everything

"I have to tell you something," Kevin answered, a serious expression settling in on his face.

The look of anxiety from earlier briefly crossed Hana's face, only to be quickly replaced with anger. Tears welling in narrowed eyes, the alternative teen glared at him and said, "I swear to God, if you even think about leaving me after all this I will rip your balls off. I will tell Mom and Dad you **** me into it and—"

Kevin's eyes widened and he hurried to reassure his dream girl. "No. No, no, no. No," he stammered, placing a hand on his new girlfriend's arm. "I would never do that to you. I wouldn't do that to anyone."

Hana arched an eyebrow and asked, "What exactly do you plan to do about Cassie then? I doubt she'll be happy when you tell her we're dating after hooking up with her today."

"Shit," Kevin uttered in realization. He hadn't thought of that. He'd been so caught up in Hana that everything else had faded away. Thinking out loud, he continued, "She's... one of them. It's not the same."

With a bitter chuckle, Hana pointed out, "Last I checked, you're one of 'them' too."

"I'm not though," Kevin tried to explain, "not really."

"Unless my memory of the past eighteen years is wrong, I'm pretty sure you are," Hana shot back, her voice beginning to grow terse.

"That's exactly it," Kevin replied, "Your memory is wrong, or at least different from mine." Hana furrowed her brow and opened her mouth to reply, but Kevin cut her off, "Just let me explain. I promise this will all make sense."

Hana heaved an exasperated sigh. "Fine," she acquiesced, sitting up and letting her shirt fall back down over her beautiful nude form. "This had better be good."

Dismayed at the loss of the view, and the barrier between them it represented, Kevin tried to think of the best way to explain. Eventually, he settled on starting from the beginning and said, "It all started at Jessica's birthday party last night."

"The one I wasn't invited to," Hana interjected.

"I wasn't invited either," Kevin tried to explain.

"Pretty sure you were, Bro," the Asian girl quickly disagreed.

"I wish you would just humor me and let me explain," Kevin said in exasperation, not realizing his wording until he heard it aloud.

"Alright, fine—you weren't invited. Whatever," Hana agreed, waving her hand dismissively as her will subtly bent to his wish. "Just hurry up."

"Alright," Kevin readily agreed, using a wish to alter his girlfriend's mind leaving a bad taste in his mouth. "So I was planning on setting off some stink bombs and ruining the popular clique's big party. I had climbed the trellis up to Jessica's room and overheard something crazy. Her mom was there, her real mom, and she said she was a genie—"

"As in, lives in a lamp, appears in a puff of smoke, and wears the most revealing clothes they would allow in primetime in the sixties?" Hana joked with a laugh.

Kevin found himself laughing as well. "More of an emphasis on the wishing, though I guess I could make her dress like that if I wanted to."

"Make who what now?" asked Hana.

"I—" Kevin began, before stopping himself. It might be easier to come right out and say it, then work backwards from there. Putting it as simply as he could, he held up his ring and said, "Jessica is a genie and I'm her master."

"Sure, and I'm secretly a magical girl fighting the forces of darkness," the nerdy girl snarked.

Coming upon an idea, Kevin wished, "I wish Hana was wearing cosplay of whatever magical girl she's imagining, and she would realize her clothes had changed."

Instantly, the blue-haired beauty's nerdy Evangelion t-shirt was gone, replaced with an elaborate blue and white ensemble with a flower motif.

"What the—" Hana said, looking down in shock. "Why the fuck am I dressed like Cure Marine?"

Remembering his earlier wish for others not to hear his wishes, Kevin wished, "I wish people could hear my wishes when I want them to." With that done, he explained, "I wished for it."

Hana looked up from her outlandish outfit and stared blankly at Kevin for what felt like at least a minute. Just as he was about to say something, she dumbfoundedly uttered, "You weren't fucking kidding."

"Nope," he replied, shaking his head with a smile.

After another pause, panic crept across Hana's features and she stammered, "I... I mean you didn't... You wouldn't... I remember... But that could be..." Taking a few deep breaths, she looked directly at Kevin, her brown eyes boring into his hazel ones and demanding the truth. "Are my feelings real? Did you make me attracted to you, rewrite my memories or something for some weird sister fetish?"

"No!" Kevin half-shouted, more emphatically than he intended.

"So you didn't make any wishes on me?" Hana asked skeptically.

Kevin hesitated briefly, but quickly decided he should be honest — that was the whole point of telling her everything after all. "I made three wishes that affected you," Kevin admitted, before realizing something. "Actually, I guess it's technically four."

Pulling her knees up to her chest, Hana hesitantly asked, "What were they?"

"Two were just now. I accidentally wished you would let me explain and I wished you into that outfit," Kevin explained.

Hana let out a breath. "Okay, so far not too bad. You'd better not plan on shutting me up whenever I disagree with you though."

"Never again, I promise. I was honestly just thinking out loud. Won't happen again," Kevin said, hoping she would believe him.

"Maybe try to stop thinking out loud in general. It's a bad habit for anyone, but especially problematic when those thoughts become someone else's reality," Hana said wryly.

"Noted," Kevin agreed.

"So what are the other two?" Hana asked, tensing up again.

"Alright, please let me explain the next one all the way through before you say anything," Kevin requested.

"I don't like where this is going, but I'll try," Hana replied, pulling her legs tighter to her chest.

Kevin took a deep breath and tried his best to explain, "After I got back from Jess' and we were talking you said some things that made me think you might have feelings for me, but you kept dodging the issue and hesitating. It felt like you were holding back because you thought it was wrong, some stupid taboo that shouldn't even apply to us or something. Seeing you so close to confessing made me realize how much I was — and still am — attracted to you. I thought we deserved a chance, so I got rid of the stupid hangups that were in the way. All I wished for was for you to find a way to get over the fact that we're siblings. That was it. Everything you feel is real."

Hana processed the information silently, staring down at her knees. Eventually, she lifted her head and said, "Okay. If that's it, then okay. I wish we could have gotten together without warping my brain, but this is something I've wanted for a long time. So, one more. What's change number four? The one you almost forgot about."

Kevin scratched the back of his head and looked down. "It's not so much that I forgot about it as it is that it didn't directly affect you. The fourth one was... big."

"How big?" Hana hesitantly asked.

Turning his face up to meet Hana's, Kevin explained, "Our parents didn't used to be rich. I wished for that. You came with that wish."

"What?" Hana uttered disbelieving. "I just fucking appeared?"

Unable to think of a better answer, Kevin said, "Yeah."

Stretching out her legs, Hana swung them off the bed, stood up, and began fervently pacing the room. She looked a bit ridiculous given her attire, but was clearly deadly serious. "No. No fucking way. I have memories. I grew up here."

"You did," Kevin agreed, trying to be a calming influence. "Wishes are retroactive. I'm the only person who remembers how things used to be."

"But they were that way," Hana ranted, her pacing increasing in speed. "I was adopted by someone else, or not at all."

"Hana..." Kevin tried, failing to come up with any answers.

Hana, however, did. Stopping in front of him, she grabbed his arm and moved her face inches from his. He could feel her breath on his face as she manically rambled, "Let me know where I was before. I need to know. Not just that; I need to know everything to be able to trust you, everything you've done. Wish for it, where I can hear it so I know you're not tricking me."

Kevin thought about it. The whole reason he'd started the conversation was that he didn't want to hide anything from Hana. Still, her wish would show her everything, including his time with Cassie and what happened to Jess. Could they survive that? It didn't matter, because they sure as hell wouldn't if he didn't make the wish. He just had to hope that Hana would understand him.

Clearing his throat, Kevin wished, "I wish that, starting now, Hana has all of my lived experiences since last night and the memories of her past life."