Early Morning
Sunlight shone through the transparent glass, illuminating the three figures.
Shiro, like a large plush toy, was tightly hugged by the two older girls. Though he had woken up long ago, he didn't dare move a muscle.
(◎_◎;)
While his spirit was utterly exhausted, his body was in the complete opposite state.
Yesterday…
He wasn't sure if the two older girls got too into their first cosplay roleplay, but they pulled him along all the way until dawn, putting both his body and soul through a double beating!
And now this morning, their indecent sleeping positions had made him wake up early.
But it was pointless! He had already become a human-sized plush toy. Even though he was awake, he couldn't just move around carelessly.
(*꒪⌓꒪)
He'd already counted the fine little hairs on the girls' ears several times under the morning sunlight. He didn't want to count anymore!
Unable to endure it any longer, he slowly slid out from between the two older sisters' arms. If he stayed any longer, he felt like he'd quite literally die from morning excitement.
After enduring peaks and valleys of struggle, Shiro finally broke free through sheer willpower. In that moment, his whole body felt a wave of relief~
The two big sisters were certainly amazing, but their sleeping postures were way too wild.
He had always known about Azusa-nee's habits, but who would've thought that Nanaka-nee, who usually seemed like a graceful traditional lady, would also sleep so messily?
After giving the two older sisters one last reluctant look, Shiro decisively stepped out of the room!
A man's true goal should be the stars and the sea—how could he linger in the embrace of beauties?
Shiro took a deep breath as he stepped out the door!
Ah~ this is the smell of freedom!
(￣︶￣)
With a blissful expression, he floated toward the kitchen. He was starving—he had already smelled the food while in the room.
A real man still needs to eat breakfast, right?
"Yo, you're up early, Shiro."
"Come on, breakfast's ready!"
In the kitchen, two beasts in nothing but aprons greeted Shiro with big smiles. Judging by how refreshed they looked, they must've had a great night's sleep.
"Ha~ morning, senpai."
Shiro yawned. Seeing this absurd outfit again didn't shock him as much as the first time. In fact, it was starting to feel… kind of normal.
More than the apron thing, he was curious how Tokita ever managed to get a girlfriend—was it purely from muscle appeal?!
(′｀;)?
"Is the food not to your taste?"
Tokita looked confused. Why was his junior eyeing him so strangely this early in the morning? Was there something off about him today?
He looked down at himself—it was the same as usual, right?
"No, it's fine."
After circling his thoughts and still not figuring it out, Shiro gave up. Nothing in the world was more important than eating right now.
Just as he sat down and was about to take a bite of his fried egg—suddenly!
Bang!
The guy sitting across from him, Kohei, faceplanted straight into his plate!
{{(°△°; "}}!
Any trace of sleepiness left in Shiro was instantly gone. Did he just witness a murder?!
He stared at the egg in his hand, conflicted. Should he eat and risk dying too? Or go hungry to live a little longer…
Ah, screw it!
(￣～￣)
He instantly made a decision. No way he was going to starve to death!
Besides, if the senpai really wanted to off him, he wouldn't even have the strength to fight back…
"So, what's up with him?"
He was really curious—Kohei looked like he hadn't slept a wink.
Logically, Kohei should've slept fine. Though the senpai snored, they'd all bunked together before, so he should be used to it.
"Looks like he had a nightmare. He's been like that since he woke up."
"Maybe it's stress from today's diving license training? Kohei really needs to work on his mental fortitude."
The two senpai weren't too sure either. They'd woken up to find Kohei sitting on the bed like a zombie, hair all spiked up like he'd been struck by lightning.
"I see..."
Shiro became even more puzzled. They really shouldn't underestimate this guy's mental strength. If you told him he could meet Kaya Mizuki tomorrow, then he might lose sleep.
But staying awake from study stress? No way. They were all veterans of makeup exams. Their mental toughness was built different.
"Chiha and the others haven't come down yet?"
Ignoring Kohei, who was now eating through his nostrils, Shiro glanced at the still-closed door. Did they run into trouble too?
Creak—
Just as he was wondering, the door opened—and a spring roll-like thing was immediately tossed out.
Chiha and Aina staggered out of the room, looking completely exhausted.
"Shiro Kamishiro, you squinty-eyed bastard!"
The spring roll rolled down the stairs and, upon seeing Shiro, turned bloodshot like he was facing a sworn enemy!
"You heartless, trashy scumbag! You... sob sob sob!"
Annoyed by the noise, Shiro casually stuffed a piece of toast into his mouth. Why was this spring roll so noisy?
"So... what happened with you guys?"
"Ask that idiot!"
"So infuriating!"
Chiha and Aina glared daggers at Iori. Especially Chiha—her look made it seem like she was staring at hazardous waste!
Last night, after Chiha's butt was mysteriously groped, the commotion woke Aina up too.
To avoid a repeat, they barely slept at all—keeping the taser dialed to the lowest setting. The moment Iori woke up, they used it, draining half its battery.
Iori earned himself a brand-new hairstyle: an afro!
"Absolutely disgusting."
"That's straight-up harassment."
"Kitahara, can I just call the cops?"
"Ughhh... sob"
Everyone relentlessly condemned Iori. If this had happened anywhere else, he'd be getting sued for real.
"You jerks! You're the ones who put me in that room! I didn't do anything!"
Iori twisted in frustration—he was the real victim here!
He got tased repeatedly without even knowing what was going on! What was this, some kind of new thunder god training program?
"...Did you try explaining yourself? Didn't you wake up halfway?"
Shiro shrugged. Situations like this could be cleared up with a quick explanation, right?
(*꒪⌓꒪)
"Explain?! They didn't even give me a chance! I woke up and got zapped again! You bastards, next time I'm sleeping on the floor!"
Iori had given up. If he'd known it'd turn out like this, he would've picked the floor in a heartbeat.
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