The morning sun barely peeked through the curtains when Gojo felt something squishy pressing against his back. He stirred.
Warm breath on his neck.
Soft skin.
A giggle.
"Morning, Nii-sama~"
Gojo froze. He was on the floor. There should be no one beside him. And yet—there she was. Suma. Naked. Again.
"W-Why aren't you wearing anything!?" he squeaked, rolling away so fast he hit his head on the table leg.
Suma pouted, covering herself only half-heartedly with a sheet. "I was warm… so I shared my heat with you~"
"SHARING REQUIRES CONSENT!"
From the hallway, an explosion.
"SUMA, YOU LITTLE—!"
Hiyori came storming in wearing only a towel, hair dripping wet, holding her hairdryer like a war hammer. Her eyes instantly locked onto Gojo… then Suma… then the tangled sheets.
Her voice dropped into a low growl. "Why… is she… naked… with you…"
"I SWEAR I WAS JUST SLEEPING!"
Suma winked and stretched out like a cat. "You make a great heater, Nii-sama~ I slept sooo well."
The room nearly froze as Hiyori radiated rage. Her towel slipped slightly—Gojo's nose bled on cue.
"OUT! OUT OF THE ROOM, SUMA!" Hiyori screamed, slinging a pillow like a missile.
Chaos ensued. Screaming. Running. A broken lamp. Gojo somehow ended up with a bra on his head.
Just another morning.
At School – First Day of the Semester
Despite the hurricane-level morning, they somehow made it to school. Barely.
Gojo walked like a ghost, emotionally destroyed. Hiyori looked like a ticking time bomb in a school blazer two sizes too tight—because Suma had stolen her actual uniform again.
And Suma?
Strutting beside them in Hiyori's skirt, blouse unbuttoned just enough to be suggestive, twirling her ponytail.
Every head turned as they entered the school gates.
"Isn't that the captain of the Kendo Club…
Gojo ...Kase ..
and who are the girls ?
May be they are new ? "
"Wait… is that the guy they were fighting over during the winter festival!?"
"They're all living together now… right?"
"Lucky bastard…"
Gojo wanted to disappear into the ground.
He sat down in class, praying no one said a word.
Suma, of course, had other plans. She launched into his lap like a missile.
"Nii-sama~ Hold me. These school chairs are so cold."
Gojo flailed. "GET OFF!"
"Let me stay like this just a little longer…"
Heads turned. Gasps echoed.
Hiyori stood up with such force that her desk flew back.
"Suma, GET. OFF. HIM."
"No~ I'm comfortable. You can sit on his other side, Onee-chan."
The class collectively lost its mind.
"Wait, what? They both live with him!?"
"No way that's allowed!"
"Are they… sharing him!?"
"I'd let them share me too…"
With a twitching eye, Hiyori snapped. "FINE! YES! We live together! There, you happy!?"
Suma beamed. "Gojo-kun is such a good boy. Dad said it's important we support his development."
"Your dad!?" someone shouted.
Gojo sighed. "Yeah. Fuji Kase. He arranged this madness."
TWO DAYS BEFORE ....
" Gojo , My boy ... It's okay ... I already talk with principal . And Suma also joining your school and please don't do anything stupid . "
That what he told .
That name dropped like a bomb.
"He's breeding a harem protagonist!!"
Before Gojo could deny any of this, the classroom door slammed open with a fiery BOOM.
A gust of heated wind swept through the room.
A tall, curvy figure stepped in, heels clicking, flames dancing around her fingertips.
"Yo~ Sorry I'm late, my cutie infernos."
The boys drooled. The girls gawked. Gojo blinked.
The woman had long, fiery-orange hair with glittering streaks, caramel-toned skin, and golden eyes that glimmered like molten lava. Her tight, custom-fitted teacher's blazer barely contained her generous chest, and her mini skirt? More like a suggestion.
"I'm Hikami-sensei. Your new homeroom teacher ." She smirked. "You can call me Sensei~ or Queen if you're nasty."
Hiyori choked.
Suma narrowed her eyes.
Gojo was already sweating.
Then Hikami looked straight at him.
"Oh-ho~ Who's this spicy little cinnamon bun?"
Gojo tried to shrink in his chair. "Uh… Gojo. Hi."
She appeared beside him instantly.
Like teleportation.
"Such a cute name," she whispered, running a finger along his shoulder. "You smell like trouble… I love trouble."
Suma immediately tackled her. "Back off, flame-bimbo!"
Hikami caught her with one hand, grinning. "Jealous much?"
"He's mine!"
"Actually, he's mine!" Hiyori yelled, standing up, slamming both hands on her desk.
Then paused.
"…I MEAN HE'S NOT ANYONE'S!"
Gojo raised his hand weakly. "I-I think I'm still a person…"
Hikami laughed. "Well, well~ Living with two girls, already turning them into yandere sisters… You're definitely my type."
"I'm not a yandere!" Hiyori protested. "I'm just protective! Of my home!"
Suma huffed. "I'm not either! I'm just… emotionally assertive~"
Hikami sat on Gojo's desk, legs crossed, skirt riding up to scandalous levels. "Gojo-kun… How about you move in with me instead? I've got air-conditioning and a jacuzzi. And lots of privacy."
Suma: "I WILL BURN YOUR HOUSE DOWN."
Hiyori: "SOMEONE CALL THE SCHOOL BOARD!"
The class went insane.
Phones were out. Pictures were taken. Memes were already forming.
Gojo? He curled up under his desk, whispering the same cursed mantra.
"I just wanted a normal life…"
To Be Continued...