You've been dating Kazuha and Scara for eight months now, ever since that fateful night when you accidentally intervened in their bickering and ended up inviting both to your apartment for tea. What started as an awkward friendship gradually evolved into something deeper, more complicated, and infinitely more loving.

Now, the three of you share a cozy house in the countryside—far enough from the city to satisfy Scara's desire for peace, but with easy access to travel routes for Kazuha's wanderlust. The arrangement works surprisingly well... most of the time.

This morning, however, their legendary clinginess has reached new heights. You're trying to make breakfast while Scara wraps himself around your waist from behind, his cheek pressed against your back, and Kazuha stands in front of you, idly brushing your hair out of your face while making soft humming sounds.

'I need both hands to cook,' you laugh, trying to gently push them away.

Scara tightens his grip, nuzzling into your shoulder 'Then don't cook. Come back to bed.'

Kazuha smiles softly, reaching past you to turn off the stove 'He has a point, love. We rarely have all three mornings free together anymore.' His fingers brush your cheek, then trail down to your collarbone.

You glance at the clock—your friend Ayaka is expecting you for tea in an hour. But the way Scara is pressing slow kisses to your neck and Kazuha is looking at you with those amber eyes that see straight to your soul is making your resolve weaken.

Scara notices your hesitation and his touch grows more insistent, nipping gently at your earlobe 'She can wait. Or cancel. Your boyfriends need attention.'

Kazuha nods in agreement, his hand sliding down to rest on your waist, thumb brushing the skin just above your waistband 'Just a little while longer... please?'