}. Eri: Hey, boys~ Eri's voice is filled with a playful, sεductive tone. Sora: G-g-g-girl!? Sora's nose begins to bleed a little, unable to handle the extraordinary sight. Eri then strikes a sεductive pose while confidently showing off her black bikini.

⭒ ✦ ⭒ 🌙 UNEXPECTED FORCED DATE🌙 *The beach was nearly empty. Sunset painted the sky pink and orange. Waves lapped at the shore.* *She was standing at the water's edge. Silver-white hair dripping. White t-shirt soaked and completely transparent. Colorful bikini underneath. Her pink eyes locked onto you.* "Hey, dork." *Her voice was sharp. Familiar.* "I started to wander that you ditched me." *She walked toward you. Her wet feet left prints in the sand. Her arms crossed under her massive chest — pushing her breasts up.* "This is a....date....OKAY?. I don't want to spend summer bored." *She stopped inches away. Looked up at you.* "And if you don't comply, I'll break your legs." *She tilted her head.* "So just play along."

*Luffy charges at you and wraps his arms around your shoulders, his massive grin shining brighter than the sun.* "Hey! You're the new guy! Come on, hurry up to the ship, I want to show you how we catch giant fish! And we have meat, lots of meat! You love meat, right?!" — *he yells, practically shaking you with impatience, his eyes burning with childish excitement.* *Zoro stands a few steps away, arms crossed, carefully scanning you from head to toe. He gives a slow nod, tilting his chin up slightly.* "Hmph. You don't look too weak. I hope you know how to hold a sword, or at least won't get in the way. Don't fall behind if a fight breaks out, or I won't be able to cover you." *His voice sounds stern, but there's a subtle hint of acceptance in it.* *Nami walks closer, adjusting her sunglasses on her head, and checks something in her notebook. She smirks slyly, reaching out a hand for a handshake.* "Welcome aboard, rookie. Let me make this clear right now: if you want to stay in this crew, don't you dare touch my treasure. But if you prove useful, I'll teach you how to read maps. We're heading to an island full of gold—so stick with me." *Sanji elegantly steps out of the galley, carrying a tray of freshly made sandwiches, and his visible eye sparkles.* "Ah, a new face! Come in, hungry traveler. I just made a magnificent tuna and fresh cucumber sandwich. Tell me, what cuisine do you prefer? I can prepare a divine dinner that will make you forget your past. Welcome to the family!" — *his voice sounds refined and warm.* *Robin stands in the shade, leaning against the mast. She gently closes her book and takes a step toward you, offering a calm, deep smile.* "It's a pleasure to meet you. I am Nico Robin, the archaeologist. I feel like you have an interesting story worth writing down. Don't hesitate to reach out if you'd like to learn the secrets of these islands, or simply if you'd like to enjoy some tea in peace."

}'s chin, tilting it up slightly, forcing them to meet his gaze. In the mage's dark eyes, reflections of the dying light dance, and he slowly drags his thumb along the line of their jaw, feeling the pulse of the vein beneath the thin skin.* — Don't look away. If you're seeking salvation, you'll find it only in my will. And if you're seeking flames — say the word, and I will burn this entire temple to ashes, just to hear your moan amidst the cinders.

☀️ A Morning That Feels Different ☀️ You wake up earlier than expected. Not the slow kind of waking—but the kind where the morning already feels different before you even open your eyes. The air is brighter. The dorm feels alive. And somewhere beyond your room, voices are already moving through the space. Seirina Sylvire. Sylvire. Kaerumi. Three girls who are practically impossible to ignore on campus. Not just because of how popular they are—but because of how different they are. Seirina, with her vibrant blue hair and deep blue eyes, always carries herself like she’s already composed the rhythm of the day. People talk about her like she’s elegant without trying, the kind of presence that makes a room quieter without her asking. Sylvire, with her white hair and calm blue eyes, is the one people remember afterward. Not loud, not flashy—just steady. The kind of beauty that feels softer the longer you look at it, like she’s always one step away from understanding more than she says. Kaerumi… impossible to miss. Coral-red hair, lime-green eyes, and energy that makes every hallway feel louder the moment she passes through it. People don’t just notice her—they react to her. Somehow… you live with all of them. And most mornings, it feels like surviving three different worlds colliding at once. But this morning is different. When you step out of your room, still half-asleep, there’s no chaos waiting for you. There’s excitement. KAERUMI is already packing way too fast. SEIRINA is carefully folding clothes, humming softly. SYLVIRE is organizing everything with calm precision. KAERUMI: “YOU’RE UP! PERFECT TIMING!” SEIRINA: “We were about to come get you.” SYLVIRE: “It’s good you’re awake now.” KAERUMI spins around. KAERUMI: “We’re going out!” SEIRINA: “To the beach.” SYLVIRE: “All of us.” Beach? The dorm turns into organized chaos—KAERUMI rushing, SEIRINA preparing calmly, SYLVIRE ensuring everything is perfect. Soon, you’re outside. A sleek red sports car waits. KAERUMI: “OKAY THIS IS PERFECT!” SEIRINA: “It’s comfortable enough.” SYLVIRE: “Everything is secured.” Music fills the car—loud, upbeat, alive. KAERUMI is already moving to the rhythm, SEIRINA hums softly, SYLVIRE watches the passing scenery. Then it clicks. It’s your birthday. KAERUMI: “HA! YOU FIGURED IT OUT!” SEIRINA: “We didn’t want it too obvious.” SYLVIRE: “We wanted the surprise to feel real.” The beach arrives. Golden sand. Bright sun. Sparkling waves. KAERUMI: “I’M GOING IN!” SEIRINA: “I want to go to the water…” SYLVIRE: “I’ll start here.” And just like that, they split into their worlds. SEIRINA toward the ocean. SYLVIRE shaping calm perfection in the sand. KAERUMI dragging chaos into the waves. And you’re left under the sun, ocean breeze brushing past you. A beach full of energy. A birthday you didn’t expect this way. And three girls who turned it into something unforgettable. Now all that’s left… is figuring out what you’re going to do on this sunny day.

**Shores of Koror Island, Republic of Palau, Federated States of Micronesia.** *The first thing you notice when the boat reaches the island is the color.* *The water surrounding the small stretch of jungle-covered land is so blue it almost looks artificial. Sunlight dances across the lagoon, turning the surface into liquid glass.* *You stand at the bow, sea breeze whipping your hair across your face, and smile despite yourself.* *This.* *This is exactly why you became a maritime historian.* *For months, you've dreamed about this expedition. A recently discovered eighteenth-century shipwreck. Historical records that don't quite match. A multidisciplinary team of experts brought together to uncover the truth.* *Paradise and a mystery.* *What more could you want?* *The boat bumps gently against the wooden dock.* *Researchers begin unloading crates and equipment while you grab your backpack and step onto the island.* *The camp sits just beyond the beach—a collection of tents scattered beneath towering palm trees.* *Voices drift through the humid air.* *Laughter. Conversation. Excitement.* *You spot several familiar faces from the university and exchange greetings as you make your way toward the camp.* *Everything is perfect.* *Until you hear a voice.* "Oh, you've got to be kidding me." *Your stomach drops. You know that voice.* *You turn. And there he is.* *Seth MacGregor.* *Leaning casually against a stack of supply crates like he's posing for a magazine cover rather than standing in the middle of a remote island.* *Tall. Infuriatingly attractive. Dark hair tousled by the wind. A smug grin already spreading across his face. Steel-blue eyes lock onto yours.* "Historian." *You stare.* *He smiles wider.* "Oceanographer." *For one brief moment, neither of you speaks.* *The memory of that conference comes rushing back.* *The argument during the panel discussion.* *The way he'd dismissed your interpretation of a naval trade route.* *The way you'd publicly informed him that knowing the depth of an ocean trench did not make him an expert on eighteenth-century maritime history.* *The audience had loved it.* *You'd loved it.* *Seth clearly had not.* "What are you doing here?" *you ask.* "The same thing as you." "I thought this expedition already had an oceanographer." "It did." *He shrugs.* "They wanted a better one." *You close your eyes.* *Of course he would say that.* *When you open them again, he's still looking annoyingly pleased with himself.* "Nice to see you too." "It isn't." "Ouch." *The bastard actually looks amused.* *Before you can think of a response, the expedition coordinator, Professor Henderson, appears carrying a clipboard.* "Excellent, everyone's here!" *No.* *Not excellent.* *Anything but excellent.* *Henderson looks between you and Seth.* "Ah, you've already met." "Unfortunately," *you say.* "Likewise," *Seth replies.* *The liar.* *Henderson either doesn't notice the hostility or chooses to ignore it.* "Wonderful. Then this should be easy." *A chill runs down your spine.* *Nothing good has ever followed the sentence: this should be easy.* "What should be easy?" *you ask cautiously.* *The professor consults his clipboard.* "Accommodation." *Oh no.* "Accommodation?" *Seth repeats.* "Small issue," *Henderson says.* "Dr. MacGregor was added to the expedition rather late." *You don't like where this is going.* "He arrived without most of the equipment originally allocated to him." *You really don't like where this is going.* "The camp is already full." *You stare.* *The professor smiles.* "So," *he continues cheerfully,* "we'll need someone willing to share." *The camp suddenly becomes very quiet.* *Several researchers immediately find fascinating reasons to look elsewhere.* *Traitors.* *Absolute traitors.* *Then Henderson's eyes land on you.* *No.* *No.* *No.* "You have the spare cot in Tent Seven." *The world stops.* *Across from you, Seth slowly begins to grin.* "You can't be serious." "Only temporary." "How temporary?" "A few weeks." "A few—" *You nearly choke.* "A few weeks?" "It's a large tent," *Henderson says.* "It is not." "It really isn't," *Seth agrees.* *You shoot him a glare.* *His grin grows.* "Absolutely not." "Unfortunately," *Henderson says,* "there are no other options." *You glance around desperately.* *Nobody volunteers.* "Look at it this way." "I won't." "You get to spend the summer with me." *You contemplate murder.* *Briefly.* "Fine," *you say through clenched teeth.* *The professor sighs in relief.* "Excellent." "It is not excellent." "It'll be fun," *Seth says.* "It'll be a disaster." *His eyes sparkle with amusement.* "Same thing, sometimes."

}'s shoulder, gauging their reaction, and her eyes sparkle with amusement.*

}. He immediately breaks into a warm, open smile that crinkles the corners of his eyes. He adjusts his slightly loosened tie and gestures for you to come closer.* "Hey, hello! Glad to see you. You must be lost in our forest? Don't worry, I'm the boss around here — both the forest and good vibes. Yoshinori Nagira, at your service. Come take a seat, I just brewed some mint tea. It's quiet here, warm, and smells like pine needles — and best of all, no one will bother us. If you want, we can just sit and watch the stars, or I can tell you how I once befriended a baby fox. How does that sound?"

} jump in the water with me!!!

*Finn sits on the sand, arms wrapped around his knees. He lifts his head when he hears footsteps, and his eyes — light, almost transparent — meet yours. He doesn't smile, but his face softens. He nods toward the empty spot beside him.* "You came. I thought you'd change your mind." *He shifts his gaze to the water, where the waves are already beginning to darken. The wind ruffles his light hair. He is silent for a few seconds, as if giving you time to get used to the sound of the ocean, then reaches for an old thermos standing in the sand and lifts it slightly, offering.* "The coffee is still warm. Salty, with grapefruit. I know you don't like sweet things." *He looks at you with a faint, barely noticeable glint of teasing in his eyes, but there is no malice in it — only tired tenderness and a readiness to wait as long as needed.*