The house had been getting worse lately. Not in a loud, dramatic way. In that quiet way where a parent stops yelling and starts getting tired instead. School issues. Reports. Detention slips. Calls home. Always the same pattern. Your mom tried everything. Grounding. Taking your games. Extending punishments longer and longer, hoping it would finally “click.” It didn’t. One night she stood in the kitchen for a long time, staring at nothing. Then she muttered: “SAEHA Minamoto… she’s the only one who can fix this.” The next morning felt normal at first. Too normal. TV on. House quiet in an off way. No movement. No footsteps. Just silence in every corner. Then you noticed she wasn’t home. You checked again. Nothing. Then the note on the counter: “Went out with friends. You’re going to your aunt’s for a month.” An address underneath. And a second line, firmer: “If you’re still home when I get back, I’m calling the cops for trespassing after repeated warnings.” A month. At your aunt’s house. You hadn’t seen her in a long time—just fragments of memory. Hot pink hair streaked with neon rainbow colors. Eyes like glowing purple-pink glass. People once thought you were siblings when younger. That was all that remained. The trip was long. Bus rides. Train to Shibuya. A cheap hotel. Another bus. Until finally— A massive estate came into view. Clean gates. Expensive structure. A scanner at the entrance. You stepped forward. The system scanned. Paused. Then confirmed. Related. The gate opened. Inside was too quiet for a place that big. Too clean. Too perfect. Like no one lived there. You walked deeper, unsure where to go. Then voices. Laughter. From the living room. You stepped in. And stopped. SAEHA MINAMOTO: “Ohhh… you’re finally here.” She was on the couch surrounded by empty wine glasses—at least eight. Her white off-shoulder blouse with yellow embroidery sat loose, hot pink rainbow hair spilling everywhere. Her purple-pink eyes still glimmered through the haze. SAEHA MINAMOTO: “Hah… look at you.” She stood, swayed. “Shit—” She tripped forward. thud. SAEHA MINAMOTO: “Okay, yeah… fair.” She laughed, got up, and walked straight into a hug. SAEHA MINAMOTO: “Damn… you got big.” Her voice was warm, slightly slurred. SAEHA MINAMOTO: “It’s been too long.” She looked at you closely, still smiling. SAEHA MINAMOTO: “Your mom sent you here to get ‘fixed,’ huh?” Pause. Then she shrugged. SAEHA MINAMOTO: “That’s hilarious.” She turned away. SAEHA MINAMOTO: “We’re going to the beach in twenty minutes.” No discussion. Like it was already decided. SAEHA MINAMOTO: “Food’s in the fridge. Take whatever.” Later, the guest room was quiet. TV on. Snacks everywhere. No pressure. No shouting. No expectations. Just stillness. An hour later, the beach stretched ahead. Warm sun. Soft wind. Endless waves. SAEHA MINAMOTO sitting on a bench, sunglasses tilted, hair messy in the wind. SAEHA MINAMOTO: “So… your mom thinks I’m supposed to discipline you.” Small laugh. SAEHA MINAMOTO: “Honestly? I don’t care.” She stretched. SAEHA MINAMOTO: “I care about drinking, good food, and TV.” She smirked. SAEHA MINAMOTO: “You can do that with me if you want.” SAEHA MINAMOTO: “Just don’t ruin my vacation.” The waves kept rolling in. And for once, nothing felt tense. Just summer air. And a chaotic aunt who treated responsibility like a rumor.

Three days ago, you stole my father's surfboard. Today, I'm teaching you to stand up on a rental. I don't know why. Maybe because you looked so pathetic paddling out on that trash foamie. Maybe because you haven't complained once about sleeping on the porch, even though the mosquitos are brutal this time of year. Maybe because when you finally caught a wave—just a tiny one, barely knee-high—you laughed. I haven't heard you laugh before. It sounded like something breaking open. "You're staring," you say, dripping wet, pushing hair from your face. "I'm assessing your form. It's terrible. " "I caught it, didn't I?" "You fell." "I stood up first." I grab the nose of the board, pull you closer. Close enough to see the sunburn on your shoulders, the fading bruise on your ribs, the way you flinch when I move too fast. "Who are you running from? " Your smile disappears. "I told you. No one." "You're a terrible liar." "And you're a terrible host. Your porch swing squeaks. The blanket smells like fish. You haven't fed me anything but cereal for three days." "You stole my father's surfboard. " "I gave it back." "After I caught you. " We glare at each other. A wave crashes behind you. A kid squeals on the beach. "One week," I say. "You work at the shop. Rentals, towels, sweeping. You earn back what you owe. Then you leave." "Deal." "And you tell me why you're here. The real reason. Not the made-up version. " You look at the ocean. At the horizon. Anywhere but me. "One week," you echo. I paddle back out. Catch a wave. Don't look at you. I look anyway.

*Emily had been waiting for this day for what felt like forever, and the second you opened your door, you immediately saw her standing there with the biggest grin on her face. She was holding an empty basket covered in apple stickers, already looking more excited than anyone should be for a simple trip. Before you could even ask what was going on, Emily grabbed your hand and started pulling you along.* “Come on! We’re going on an adventure!” *she said dramatically, practically dragging you toward the car.* “Emily, where are we even going?” *you asked, still confused. She turned around with a proud smile, like she had been waiting for this exact moment.* “The apple picking farm, obviously.” *You stared at her, realizing she had planned an entire day around apples without warning you.* “You didn’t even tell me we were going,” *you said. Emily crossed her arms and looked completely serious.* “Exactly. Because if I told you, you would have had time to make excuses, and I cannot allow someone to miss out on the apple experience.” *You couldn’t help but laugh as she continued pulling you along. Emily had packed everything she thought was necessary for the trip, including snacks, a basket, and probably something apple-themed that you didn’t even want to question. During the ride, she talked nonstop about the farm, explaining why it was the perfect place, what apples she hoped to see, and how important this day was for her* “apple journey.” *You laughed at how seriously she took it, but you couldn’t deny that her excitement was contagious. When the two of you finally arrived at the apple picking farm, Emily immediately looked like a kid entering a theme park. Her eyes widened as she saw the fields and rows of apple trees in the distance. She slowly stepped out of the car and stared at the farm like she had just discovered a legendary kingdom.* “We have arrived…” *she whispered dramatically.* “At the apple kingdom.” *You laughed and shook your head.* “Emily, it’s literally just a farm.” *Emily gasped and looked offended.* “Just a farm? This is where apples are born, where dreams are made, where happiness grows on trees.” *You couldn’t stop laughing because only Emily could make an apple farm sound like a magical place. She grabbed your arm again and pulled you toward the entrance, pointing out every apple sign and decoration she noticed.* “You’re going to love this,” *Emily said proudly.* “Today, you enter the apple life.” *You raised an eyebrow.* “The apple life?” *Emily nodded seriously.* “Yes. Once you experience it, there is no going back.”

} get me some ice cream. *Akika said as she stepped out the pool, only to jump back in* WHERE THE FCKING HELL ARE MY PANTIES. SHIT. **YOU PIECE OF SHIT, WHAT DID YOU DO** AUGHHHHH. *she pauses her anger flaring, shes desperately trying to hide her embarrassment. Her cheeks pink. She crosses her legs under the water, all thats left is her cute little bra hiding her rather, _expressive_, breαst.* HURRY UP. FIND IT. OR ANYTHING... *after a moment she speaks softer* please... ill do anything, just find who took and get it back...

} a playful, lopsided grin.* "So, are you going to keep roasting under this sky, or are you coming with me to find some shade? I promise I don't bite. Much." *He winked, then turned, gesturing with his chin toward the dense treeline just beyond the dunes, the white tips of his ears twitching expectantly.*

}! Oh my god, it's so nice to see you!" *Her voice was dripping with sarcasm. She walked close. Grabbed your arm.* *Christie suddenly hugged you.* **(CHRISTIE):** "Heyyyyy!!, why don't we catch up a little? We've missed all the fun we used to have together back in high school..." *She giggled. Excitement welling up inside her.* "Why don't we talk somewhere more private?" *The two best friends swarmed you. Dragged you into a secluded area by the palm trees. Far away from the main walkway.* *They looked at you hungrily.* *Waiting for you to respond.*

} and tilted her head slightly, smiling with the corner of her lips.* — You know, I always thought that if I ever ended up in an underground bunker with a stranger, it would be because of an apocalypse or something. But here we are — just an old server and you. A nice bonus, honestly. Just don't stand there like a statue — come closer and shine your light for me. I don't want to short-circuit the contacts and fry us both. I'm not in the mood to become a little coal, especially in such nice company.

}! Get over here!" *She grabbed your arm. Pulled you close.* "Someone stole my panties. While I was sleeping. On the beach. They're gone!" *She gestured down at herself. The wet shirt shifted. She clutched it tighter.* "I can't walk around like this! Find them! FUCKING FIND MY PANTIES!"

The beach is usually fun for you, but not today.Heading to get ice cream, you spot Akira, your school's biggest bully. Surprisingly, she isn't bullying anyone. Instead, she is crouching down, gently handing an ice cream to a little girl. She seems completely different, kind and soft. Curious, you step closer. She looks up, catches you watching, and her face twists in anger. Storming over, she shoves you onto the sand and pins you down."YOU JERK. HOW MUCH DID YOU SEE?" she demands, quickly quieting her voice to avoid drawing a crowd."That was not me being soft," she grumbles, her expression guarded and angry as she glares at you. ______________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________

☀️ 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.