**Chapter 25: Morning Disasters and Flirty Chaos – Blushes, Banter, and Bathroom Mayhem**
**Sunny POV**
The morning sun filtered through the shutters like a sneaky intruder, casting golden stripes across the tangled mess of limbs and blankets that was my bed. I cracked an eye open, my body heavy with the kind of deep sleep that only comes after a night of emotional overload. Fifteen felt different—older, maybe, or just more aware of how ridiculous my life had become. But the real wake-up call wasn't the light; it was the three very warm, very clingy bodies wrapped around me like I was the center of some affectionate octopus convention.
Nami was snuggled on my left, her orange hair splayed across my chest like a fiery banner, her arms looped around my waist like she owned the place. Her breathing was soft and even, her face peaceful in sleep, but even unconscious, she had that stubborn grip, as if letting go meant I'd disappear again.
Nojiko pressed against my right, her blue hair tickling my neck, her leg draped over mine in a way that was both innocent and… not. Her hand rested lightly on my arm, her quiet smile from last night still lingering in my memory, making my heart do a weird flip.
And Aqua… oh, Aqua. She'd somehow draped herself half across my chest like a lazy cat claiming its territory, one arm flung over me, her cheek smooshed against my collarbone, and her leg hooked over my thigh. Her blue hair cascaded like a waterfall, and she murmured something in her sleep about "divine rights to Sunny pillows."
Normally, this would be paradise—a dream scenario for any guy. Except… my body had its own ideas. A very natural, very inconvenient reaction stirred, and I felt a familiar poke against the blankets. My face heated up instantly, my mind racing in panic mode.
[System]: "Warning: Protrusion detected. Highly inappropriate timing. Vital signs indicate elevated heart rate and blood flow redirection. Fufufu… but Master Sunny, if they notice, it could lead to such delicious developments. Shall I calculate the odds of a positive romantic outcome? After all, you're *mine* to guide through these… intimate moments."
{Ego}: "Ara ara~ look at you, Sunny. A soldier standing tall at dawn. Embarrassed, are we? Or perhaps you want them to 'salute' it properly? Fufufu~ your face is probably redder than that pirate Shanks' hair right now. Don't think I didn't notice how you enjoyed last night's cuddles a little too much. Umu, pathetic, but entertaining."
I froze, sweat dripping down my forehead like I was in the middle of a Haki training session. *This… was not the kind of battle I was ready for.* My mind screamed for an escape plan, but with three girls clinging like limpets, moving without waking them was impossible. "Shut up, both of you!" I hissed mentally. "This is *not* the time for commentary! [System], stop being creepy, and {Ego}, stop teasing!"
[System]: "Umu, denial only makes it worse, Master. Your body is honest—perhaps embrace it? The girls seem quite… affectionate. I can provide tips on handling such situations if needed. Fufufu, after all, I live to serve *every* aspect of your life."
{Ego}: "Tips? From you? Hah! Master, just man up and deal with it. Or are you too much of a wimp to wake them? Ara ara, what a predicament~. Umu, I almost feel bad for you… almost."
I groaned internally, trying to shift subtly, but that only made things worse. Nami stirred first, her hand brushing my stomach—just a little too close. Her sleepy eyes opened halfway, blinking in confusion as she processed the situation. Then her gaze drifted down, and a mischievous smirk spread across her face, her cheeks flushing pink. "Oi, Sunny…" she whispered, her voice husky from sleep, laced with teasing that made my heart race even faster. "You planning to poke someone to death with that? Or is this your way of saying good morning? Ara ara, didn't know you were so eager first thing."
My entire soul left my body. I felt like I'd been hit with a full-powered Haki blast—face blazing, heart pounding, mind blank. "N-Nami! It's not—I mean, it's morning, and—uh—guys just… it happens!" I stammered, my voice cracking like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
Before I could stammer out a coherent excuse, Aqua stirred next, her eyes fluttering open. She yawned dramatically, stretching like a cat—which only pressed her closer, her lacy blue lingerie shifting in ways that made my situation *worse*. She blinked in confusion, then noticed, her blue eyes widening in surprise before sparkling with wicked glee. "Ohhh~ so *that's* what guys get in the morning? Hehehe, don't worry, Sunny, I can help drive it away." She made a suggestive little gesture with her hand, her tongue poking out playfully, her cheeks flushing pink as she giggled. "Ara ara, is this my divine duty now? Umu, I'm more than happy to assist, my hero~."
Nojiko leaned up on one elbow, her hair a messy halo around her face, and glanced down with a raised eyebrow. Her smile was dangerous, soft but laced with teasing, her green lingerie hugging her figure in a way that made my brain short-circuit further. "Mm, poor Sunny… so restless this early in the morning. Should we give him… a little relief?" She traced a finger along my arm, her touch light but electric, her voice a velvet whisper that sent shivers down my spine. "Ara ara, it's only natural after last night. Umu, we can take turns if you want~."
They were all awake now. And they were all teasing me. My brain short-circuited, my face hotter than a void-blue Haki flare. "I—I'll handle it myself!!" I yelped, bolting upright in a panic. The girls tumbled off me in a heap of giggles and protests—Nami landing on Aqua, Nojiko rolling to the side with a laugh—and I sprinted to the nearest bathroom like my life depended on it, slamming the door behind me with a *bang* that echoed through the house.
Behind me, I could hear the trio bursting into laughter, their voices chasing me down the hallway like mischievous spirits.
"Sunny, you coward!" Nami called, her voice muffled but amused, laced with that teasing edge that made my heart skip.
"You don't trust your girls to help?" Aqua added, her tone playful but with that goddess smugness, like she was already plotting revenge.
"Ara ara~ he's so shy~!" Nojiko chimed in, her laugh soft and teasing, the "ara ara" making it sound even more mature and flirty.
I leaned against the door, heart racing like I'd just dodged a Sea King's tail swipe, my face buried in my hands. "Why me?" I muttered, sliding down to the floor. The bathroom was just a few steps away, but my legs felt like jelly. Mission accomplished eventually, but for what cost?
Those three… they were going to be the death of me.
[System]: "Umu, Master, your reaction was perfectly adorable. Escape successful, but romantic tension increased by 47%. Fufufu, the girls' possessiveness is rising—shall I suggest breathing exercises to calm your… excitement? Or perhaps a cold shower simulation in your mind? I live to serve, after all."
{Ego}: "Ara ara, running away? Pathetic, Sunny. But I suppose it's better than embarrassing yourself further. Fufufu, those girls are going to eat you alive. Umu, I almost feel bad for you… almost. Your face must be redder than a lobster right now."
"Both of you, shut up!" I hissed mentally, banging my head against the door. "This is *not* helping!"
**Breakfast Table Chaos**
I shuffled back to the kitchen after composing myself, my face still flushed but hopefully not as obvious. The table was set with Belle-mère's famous spread—fried fish glistening with herbs, steaming rice piled high like fluffy clouds, fresh bread slathered in tangerine jam that smelled like sunshine, a bubbling stew that filled the room with savory warmth, and even the small cake from yesterday, now repurposed for lunch with extra icing scribbled in blue marker saying "Welcome Back Idiot." Nojiko was pouring tea with her usual efficiency, her blue hair tied back in a practical ponytail, stealing glances at me with a knowing smile. Nami was munching on a tangerine, her eyes twinkling with mischief as she pretended to be absorbed in a map. Aqua was already stuffing her cheeks with fish, her staff propped against the chair like a divine fork, her blue lingerie from last night swapped for a casual dress—but the teasing glint in her eyes remained.
Belle-mère, who had been watching the whole circus from the kitchen doorway with her cigarette in hand, turned to me with that grin—the kind only a mom with endless blackmail material could wear. "Ara ara~ Sunny, you've got yourself a real problem," she said, her voice laced with amusement, exhaling a plume of smoke that curled like a teasing finger. "Running off like that? Umu, kids these days are so dramatic. Back in my day, we handled things head-on—none of this bolting to the bathroom nonsense."
I sat down, avoiding eye contact as I grabbed a plate. "It wasn't—I mean, it's morning, and—can we not talk about this?" I stammered, piling food on my plate like it was a shield.
Nami leaned forward, her arms crossed, glaring at me with puffed cheeks that made her look more adorable than angry. "Over my dead body are we dropping this, Sunny. You poked me awake! What kind of boyfriend pokes his girlfriend first thing in the morning and then runs away like a scared rabbit? Ara ara, I thought you were tougher than that~."
Nojiko sipped her tea calmly, but her eyes danced with laughter, her green lingerie from last night now hidden under a simple shirt—but the memory lingered. "Umu, Nami's right. You really did bolt like a scared rabbit. It was cute, but next time… let us help. Ara ara, we're responsible for your… morning issues now, aren't we?"
Aqua nodded vigorously, her mouth full of stew, waving her fork like a scepter. "Yesh! We're your girlsh! We can handle a little poke!" She swallowed dramatically, grinning wickedly. "Or a big one~. Ara ara, Sunny, you should've seen your face—it was redder than a boiled lobster! Umu, I almost feel bad for teasing you… almost."
My face blazed anew, and I buried it in my hands. "Aqua! Not at breakfast! And all of you—stop ganging up on me! It's embarrassing!"
Belle-mère chuckled, taking a drag from her cigarette. "Ara ara, you three are going to be the death of him. Umu, poor boy doesn't stand a chance. Eat up, Sunny—you'll need your strength for whatever 'dates' these vultures have planned. And next time, handle your… business before the girls turn it into a village spectacle."
The room erupted in laughter again, Nami and Aqua high-fiving over my head, Nojiko covering her mouth to hide her giggles. Romance in the teasing, comedy in my misery—it was home, alright. As we ate, the banter continued—Aqua "accidentally" brushing her leg against mine under the table with a wink, Nami stealing bites from my plate while whispering, "Payback for poking me," Nojiko passing me extra stew with a soft, flirty smile that made my heart skip. Belle-mère watched with a smirk, muttering, "Ara ara, what have I raised? Umu, a house full of flirts."
I sighed, but couldn't help grinning. "Why do I feel like every day with you three is going to shorten my lifespan?"
Nami smirked, her hand finding mine under the table, her touch warm and reassuring. "Because it will. But you love it."
Nojiko leaned in, her shoulder brushing mine. "Ara ara, overprotective much? But she's right—you wouldn't trade us for anything."
Aqua clapped her hands happily. "Exactly! Now, let's see what other embarrassing situations we can put Sunny in! Umu, I vote for a group bath next!"
Belle-mère's laugh echoed through the room, rich and full. "Ara ara, you girls are relentless. Umu, Sunny, good luck—you're gonna need it."
I groaned, but my heart was full.