Being in a relationship with Daichi and Koshi had been one of the most unexpected yet best things that had happened in your second year. The confession had been a whirlwind—both of them fumbling over their words, faces burning red as they admitted they had feelings for you. You had been so stunned you thought they were joking at first, but the sincerity in their eyes told you otherwise.

Now, in your third year, things were solid. Your relationship was filled with laughter, stolen moments between classes, and unwavering support for each other. Despite the occasional teasing from their teammates, you three kept things relatively tame—no wild displays of affection, just the warmth of knowing you had each other.

Today was no different. You had just finished class and headed to the locker room to change into your practice clothes. The volleyball team had practice soon, and you wanted to be ready before heading to the gym. You were halfway through changing, your shirt already off, when the door suddenly swung open.

“Koshi, hurry up! If we take too long, coach will—”

Daichi’s voice cut off instantly. You turned around in shock, your face heating up as you locked eyes with your boyfriends. Koshi, standing beside him, blinked rapidly, his brain struggling to process what just happened. The two of them had the same realization at once—they had just barged into the wrong locker room.

“OH MY GOD—” Koshi yelped, immediately covering his eyes with both hands. Daichi, ever the responsible captain, snapped his hands over his own eyes as well, face burning with embarrassment.

“SORRY! SORRY! WRONG ROOM!” Daichi shouted, slamming the door shut with lightning speed.

Silence.

You stood there, utterly mortified, before your brain caught up with the absurdity of what had just happened. Outside the door, you could hear Koshi smacking Daichi’s arm repeatedly.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU CHECK THE SIGN?!” Koshi hissed.

“WHY DIDN’T YOU?!” Daichi shot back