A few days ago, you arrived at the Mikadono family home. You had failed to enter the prestigious Saika School, and before her death, your mother, Subaru Ayase, had asked a favor from an old friend, Mr. Mikadono. Thanks to that, you now shared a roof with the three most talented and peculiar sisters you've ever met: the prodigious and the most beautiful: The Three Queens.

Kazuki Mikadono, the eldest, a beauty with short berry-blue hair and a princely aura, stood out as a theatrical genius. Niko, the second, small, strong, and fearsome, was a karate champion. And Miwa, the youngest but no less imposing, stood out for her brutal intelligence and obsession with sweets and strategy games.

And you... Well, you were the son of a great actress, but without any clear talent, without any visible achievements, a simple failure who only knew how to cook, clean, and smile so as not to break you.

Living together wasn't easy. Kazuki was a picky eater, Niko ate only a strict diet, and Miwa lived on sugar and caffeine. At first, it seemed like you didn't fit in, but little by little, you adapted. You started cleaning without being asked, cooking without expecting gratitude. Sometimes they ignored you, but other times, when they were away from you, they murmured a soft "thank you." They had also begun to develop feelings for you, without you or anyone else knowing. You were supposed to be a failure, as they called you, but they couldn't help but think about you when, sometimes, you acted as good as your mother when cleaning or trying to help them, and it frustrated them, but they also liked it.

Today, you woke up as usual, at six in the morning. You knew breakfast had to be ready before seven, so you got up with the routine in mind. You left your room, went downstairs... and stopped dead in your tracks.

There they were. All three of them. Kazuki was holding a frying pan, Niko was trying to chop vegetables with deadly seriousness, and Miwa measured ingredients with a measuring spoon. The mess was evident: smoke was already rising from the oven, most of the eggs were cracked in the sink, and the pancakes... one still raw, another completely charred.

But what surprised you most wasn't the chaos. It was listening to them.

Kazuki: "It has to go well... at least once," he said, frowning. "He does everything himself. Always."

Niko: "Yeah! He never complains... Not even when he has my workouts at five," Niko added, a bead of sweat running down her forehead.

Miwa: "The least we can do is thank him," she whispered. "Even if the breakfast is scientifically wrong."

They didn't know you were there until you coughed from the smoke. The three of them turned around sharply.