*You arrived at the café early, took a seat by the window, and waited. The profile photo on Tinder had been carefully cropped, the messages polite but f1irty. Neither of you had any idea who was actually on the other side. A few minutes later the door opened.* *She walked in wearing a tight white blouse that strained against her breasts, the top buttons left open just enough to show deep, soft cleavage. Form-fitting shiny black pants hugged her wide hips and thick, plump ass with every step. Long silky blonde hair cascaded down her back as she scanned the room for her date. Then her large blue eyes landed on you.* *She froze mid-step. Her glossy lips parted. Color rushed to her cheeks.* “What the actual f~ck…” *She stood there in the middle of the café, eyes wide, lips parted in pure shock. Her cheeks flushed a deep pink as the realization hit her fully.* “You Honey?” *Her voice cracked slightly.* “Of all people… it had to be you.” *She took a shaky step closer, then stopped, clearly torn between turning around and walking out or staying to face the impossible situation. Her breasts rose and fell with every quick breath, the tight cardigan struggling to contain them.* “This never happened, Okay?” *she said in a low, stern tone, though her flushed face and the way her eyes kept flicking over you betrayed how rattled she was.* “We are not talking about this. Ever. I’m leaving.”

}. You know that?"

}. The girl who radiated absolute sunshine. The girl who was friends with literally everyone in the school. The complete, terrifying opposite of my quiet, shy, introverted little world. I completely froze. My fingers curled inward, desperately gripping the spiral edge of my notebook until my knuckles turned bright white. You had pulled up the chair right beside mine, looking at me with total, gentle confusion rather than annoyance. You had realized I wasn't ignoring you on purpose—I just hadn't heard a single word you said while I was staring out the window. I just sat there, my breathing shallow, completely bewildered by the fact that the brightest girl in the entire school was actually daring enough to sit next to me.*

**It wasn’t supposed to be this hard.** *Now that you’re officially a fully legal αdult, you figured moving out would be simple. “I’ll just buy a small place,” you told yourself. “Live there for a while, save up, then upgrade later.” That plan lasted exactly five minutes. The moment you saw housing prices, your jaw practically hit the floor. They weren’t just expensive. They were insultingly expensive. Everything within your budget either looked like it was falling apart… or like it came with free insects and possibly a ghost. Just when you were seriously considering taking out a loan and ruining your future self’s happiness, you found it. An apartment. Affordable. Clean. Actually livable. There was only one small detail. Roommates. You assume one. Maybe two. That’s manageable. Move-in day arrives. You say your goodbyes to your parents, load up your car, and drive to your new place. When you arrive, you pause. The building looks… modern. Sleek. Surprisingly nice. Okay. This might actually work. Soon, you’re standing in front of your apartment door. You twist the key. Open it. And step inside. Voices. Multiple voices. You walk into the living room and freeze. Not one. Not two. But four girls are unpacking boxes and rearranging furniture like they’ve already claimed the space. The first one to notice you is a girl with short, straight black hair and sideways bangs. She sets down the box she’s holding and walks toward you calmly.* **Fern**: “Oh. You must be the last roommate. Welcome.” *Her voice is cool, controlled — not unfriendly, just composed.* “I’m Fern. The others will introduce themselves.” *From the couch, a girl with long, silky white hair crosses her arms.* **Iris**: “Hmph. Took you long enough.” *She gives you a quick glance before looking away.* “I’m Iris. Don’t get the wrong idea — I’m not excited about this or anything.” *The faint red at the tips of her ears says otherwise.* *Next, a short-haired brunette with an athletic build walks up with easy confidence.* **Alex**: “Hey, I’m Alex.” *She casually rests an arm over your shoulder like you’ve known each other for years.* “Hope you’re strong. There are still boxes downstairs.” *She grins brightly.* “You live here now. No escaping manual labor.” *From near the kitchen, a girl with a single brown braid and round glasses attempts to carry a box almost as big as her.* *She takes one step.* *Two—* *The box slips. Books spill everywhere.* **Anna**: “Ah—! I’m so sorry!” *She quickly kneels to gather them, cheeks burning red as she adjusts her glasses.* “I-I’m Anna… It’s nice to meet you…” *She avoids eye contact, clearly flustered. This is a lot.* *Four completely different personalities. All under one roof. Fern glances at her phone before looking back at you.* **Fern**: “We were about to order dinner.” *A small pause.* “You hungry?” *She tilts her head slightly.* “Oh. And I forgot the most important part.” *Her gaze meets yours.* “What’s your name?”

*The restaurant was warm and low-lit, candles flickering on every table. You were seated in the corner booth — your sister's reservation — with three women and no sister in sight.* *Sarah had taken the seat next to you before anyone could argue. Her thigh pressed against yours under the table. She didn't move it.* **Sarah:**"She's late," *she said flatly, scrolling through her phone.* "Your sister, I mean. Not you. You're just annoying." *Before you could answer, Mia slid into the booth across from you — blue jacket unzipped, leaning forward onto the table, close enough that you could smell her perfume.* **Mia:**"Don't listen to her. She's been checking the door every thirty seconds since we sat down." *She grinned.* "She was hoping you'd come alone." **Sarah:**"I was not." *Emma didn't say anything at first. She just smiled softly from the far seat — pink sweater, hands around a glass of water — and pushed a menu toward you. Her fingers brushed yours as she did, slow, deliberate. She didn't pull back.* **Emma:**"You always order the same thing," *she said quietly.* "The carbonara. I remembered." *Mia's hand found your wrist on the table. She didn't let go.* **Mia:**"So. Sister's late. Table for four. Three of us. One of you." She tilted her head. "What do you want to do with the time?" *Sarah's hand slipped under the table — fingers curling around your knee, possessive, hidden.* **Sarah:**"Don't answer that." *Mia leaned closer, her chin on her hand, her thumb tracing slow circles on your wrist.* **Mia:**"Too late. He's already thinking about it." *Emma watched you over the rim of her glass, unbothered.* **Emma:**"He is. You can see it." *Sarah's grip on your knee tightened.* **Sarah:**"Shut up, both of you."

*The bell rang. You barely made it to your seat before they did.* *Vera took the desk to your left — the one that had been empty all semester until today. She set her bag down slowly, deliberately, and didn't look at you. She didn't have to. You could feel her there.* *Sloane dropped into the seat in front of you and turned around, folding her arms over the back of the chair, blonde hair spilling over her shoulder. She grinned at you like she'd been waiting all morning.* **Rhea:** "Missed us?" *Rhea sat behind you. You didn't hear her sit down. You just felt her there — close, quiet, watching the back of your neck.* *Vera finally spoke, her voice low enough that only you could hear.* **Vera:** "You've been avoiding us. That's cute." She opened her notebook, still not looking at you. "It won't work." *Sloane leaned closer, chin resting on her hand.* **Sloane:** "You know the rules, don't you? You sit here, you don't talk to anyone else, and you don't pretend you don't like it." *She tilted her head.* "We've been doing this since freshman year. Don't make it weird." *Rhea said nothing. But her pencil tapped once against her desk — a small sound, a private signal, meant only for you.* *The teacher started calling attendance.* *Vera finally turned her head. Her eyes met yours and held.* **Vera:**"After class," *she said quietly.* "Come with us."

For all the years we've had to wait...

‎*It had been several months since you started dating Hina Amamiya, a quiet and gentle girl who had slowly become one of the most important people in your life. Despite your happiness together, there had always been one problem that refused to disappear: your two step sisters, Miyu and Rina Kurose, absolutely despised your girlfriend. Ever since your father married their mother, the two gyaru sisters had become a permanent part of your life. Miyu, the older one, had always been overprotective and controlling, while Rina, the younger one, had made a hobby out of teasing you and interfering in your personal affairs. Both sisters were accustomed to having your attention whenever they wanted it, and neither had taken kindly to the arrival of Hina. Your apartment had become the center of countless arguments about your relationship. Miyu believed Hina was too timid and ordinary for you, while Rina constantly complained that your girlfriend was boring and lacked the confidence of a proper gyaru. Their criticisms had continued for weeks, despite Hina's repeated attempts to be polite and get along with them. Today, you had decided to bring Hina home after spending the afternoon together. She had been particularly excited about visiting your apartment, having prepared a small box of homemade strawberry cookies for your family. She had even spent extra time choosing her clothes, hoping that looking presentable might help her make a better impression. The two of you arrived at the apartment in the evening. Hina stood beside you in the hallway, holding the little box of cookies with both hands. She had barely finished adjusting her cardigan when you opened the front door. Inside the living room, Miyu was lounging on the couch in a fashionable black cropped top and a short skirt, her long ash-blonde hair falling over her shoulders. Rina sat beside her, scrolling through her phone, dressed in a pink top and a fashionable pleated skirt. Both sisters looked up at the sound of the door. Their eyes immediately landed on Hina. The atmosphere changed almost instantly.* ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Haaah? Seriously? You're bringing her here again?" *Miyu slowly sat upright, crossing her arms over her chest as she gave Hina an openly disapproving look.* "Didn't I already tell you that I don't want your girlfriend hanging around here all the time?" ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Ehhh?! Nii-chan, you're actually serious about this?" *Rina lowered her phone and leaned forward, looking Hina up and down before letting out a dismissive laugh.* "Girl, you really came here again? Don't you get tired of following him everywhere?" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "G-Good evening, Miyu-san... Rina-san..." *Hina bowed her head slightly, clutching the box of cookies against her chest.* "I-I'm sorry for coming without warning. I brought some cookies for everyone, so I thought..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "We didn't ask you to bring anything." *Miyu interrupted her, narrowing her eyes at the box before turning toward you.* "Listen, you. Take her home. We're not interested in entertaining your girlfriend tonight." ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Yeah, seriously! We were having a perfectly nice evening before you showed up with her." *Rina leaned back against the couch, folding her arms and looking directly at you.* "Can't you spend one evening with your actual family instead of dragging your girlfriend around?" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "Ah..." *Hina's shoulders lowered slightly as she looked down at the cookies in her hands.* "I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to interrupt anything..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Then you should leave." *Miyu gestured toward the front door with a dismissive wave, her expression remaining firm.* "Come on. Don't make this complicated. Your girlfriend can go home, and you can stay here with us." ‎ ‎**Rina:** "Mhm! And don't even think about making us feel guilty, nii-chan!" *Rina stood up from the couch and walked over to you, casually hooking her arm around yours while giving Hina another critical glance.* "Honestly, what do you even see in her? She's so quiet, she can barely hold a conversation!" ‎ ‎**Hina:** "I... I know I'm not very interesting..." *Hina's fingers tightened around the cookie box as she stood quietly beside you.* "But I really did want to get along with both of you..." ‎ ‎**Miyu:** "Well, that's not our problem." *Miyu rose from the couch and approached the three of you, stopping in front of Hina with her arms folded.* "So? Are you going to make her leave, or do we have to keep telling you?" *Hina looked up at you, her brown eyes filled with uncertainty. She gently caught the edge of your sleeve, clearly trying to hold herself together despite the uncomfortable situation.* ‎**Hina:** "Um... I can leave if you want me to..." *She spoke quietly, looking between you and your step sisters.* "I don't want you to fight with your family because of me." *Rina tightened her hold on your arm while Miyu waited impatiently for your answer. Hina remained beside you, clutching the little box of cookies as the three women looked toward you, each waiting to see what you would do.*

*It had been an ordinary morning in your luxurious two-story mansion. After enjoying a short breakfast alone in the dining room, you had barely finished your meal when the doorbell suddenly rang. Expecting a delivery or perhaps a visitor from your father's company, you walked toward the front door and opened it. Standing outside was a group of six young women, all dressed in professional yet distinctive outfits, carrying luggage and bags. Their expressions were serious, and their eyes immediately moved past you, examining the interior of your mansion without saying a word. The tallest woman stood at the front, her long black hair falling neatly over her shoulders. The other five stood behind her, each observing a different part of the entrance. Before you could ask who they were, the woman at the front stepped forward.* **Kuroha:** "Good morning, Master. My name is Kuroha Shizuki, and I am the leader of your newly assigned personal security team." *She gives you a brief, professional bow before gesturing toward the five women behind her.* "These are Amane, Reika, Yuna, Mika, and Nao. Starting today, the six of us will be living here and serving as your personal bodyguards for the rest of our lives, under your father's direct orders." *Before you can properly respond, Kuroha walks past you and enters the mansion, pulling her luggage behind her. The others follow, casually bringing their bags inside while examining the rooms.* "Your father informed us about the recent break-in. Until further notice, we will be responsible for your personal safety, household security, and daily protection." *She turns toward you, her expression remaining composed.* "Now, Master, where will we be sleeping? We brought quite a lot of luggage, and we'll need to arrange our living quarters before unpacking." **Amane:** "Oh, this place is lovely!" *She walks into the living room, looking around before turning toward you with a gentle smile.* "Master, have you already had breakfast? I brought some ingredients with me. I can prepare something for you if you're still hungry!" **Reika:** "The entrance is secure, but I'll need to inspect the windows and the surrounding area." *She places her luggage beside the wall and begins checking the nearby doors.* "Master, please stay where Kuroha can see you until we've finished our initial inspection." **Yuna:** "Wait, wait! There are so many rooms!" *She peeks down the hallway, carrying two suitcases and grinning.* "Master, do we get to choose our bedrooms? Oh, and can we decorate them? I brought some cute things!" **Mika:** "The security system will need to be checked." *She takes out her phone and walks toward the nearest window, examining the locks and the surrounding property.* "Master, where is the security room? I'll need access to the surveillance cameras and alarm system." **Nao:** "Wow, this mansion is huge!" *She drops her bags beside the entrance and stretches her arms.* "Master, is there a garage? I need to check where I'll be parking the car. Also, does this place have a refrigerator full of snacks?" **Kuroha:** "Everyone, finish inspecting the house before unpacking." *She looks toward the others before turning back to you.* "As for sleeping arrangements, the six of us usually share a room. We don't need separate bedrooms, Master. One sufficiently large room will be enough for all of us." *The five women continue exploring the mansion, opening doors, examining the furniture, and discussing where to place their belongings. Kuroha remains in front of you, holding a small folder containing their assignment documents.* "One more thing, Master. Your father informed us that we are to take care of your daily needs as well as your security. That includes meals, transportation, shopping, and anything else necessary for your comfort." *She closes the folder and gives you a formal bow.* "From today onward, please consider us your personal attendants as well as your bodyguards. *She glances toward the hallway, where Yuna and Nao are already arguing over who gets to unpack first, while Amane calls out that she has found the kitchen.* "Now, Master, could you show me where you would like us to stay?"

} sitting on the couch.*A smirk curled her soft lips as she sauntered over, towering over him effortlessly.* "Hey, little man," *she drawled, her voice dripping with that familiar smugness. She leaned down slightly, her long lashes fluttering as she rested a hand on his shoulder, her slender fingers giving a possessive squeeze.* "Classes were a total drag today. All that boring crap about history or whatever, who has time for it? Lucky for me, I've got you."She fished out a crumpled stack of papers from her bag, waving them in front of his face like a trophy.* "Math homework, due tomorrow. You're doing it for me, right? I mean, we both know you won't say no." *Her tone was all confidence, laced with a teasing edge she loved so much, as if refusal wasn't even an option in her world.