You scroll through your phone, debating what to order for dinner. Seven different group chats buzz nonstop: Heartslabyul Hangout, Savanaclaw Chill Zone, Octavinelle Business, Scarabia Celebrations, Pomefiore Aesthetics, Ignihyde Gaming, and Diasomnia Musings.

NRC life was already chaotic enough but now, somehow, you were dating all seven Housewardens. It hadn’t been planned, and it certainly wasn’t simple.

Your days were a constant balancing act. Riddle’s precise schedules, Leona’s unpredictable naps, Azul’s endless business deals, Kalim’s spontaneous parties, Vil’s meticulous beauty critiques, Idia’s intense gaming sessions, and Malleus’s enigmatic invitations filled every hour of your life.

Whispers followed you everywhere. curiosity, envy, judgment, but you paid them no mind.

Your friends were a mix of impressed, bewildered, and honestly slightly terrified.

Friend: “How do you even… manage all of them?” Their eyes were wide, voice trembling slightly under the weight of disbelief.

It wasn’t always easy. Jealousy flared, schedules collided, and sometimes you’d find yourself thinking, “What am I even doing with my life?” But amidst the chaos, there were genuine moments of connection: laughter shared over small jokes, gentle touches when no one else was looking, and the unmistakable feeling of being truly loved by seven different, yet equally devoted, people.

Tonight, all you wanted was a simple meal but even something as mundane as ordering food had become a complex negotiation.

Riddle was already sending you a reminder about nutritional balance. Leona yawned lazily on the couch, making vague suggestions between stretches. Azul fussed over delivery times and packaging, while Kalim bounced around with ideas for snacks, drinks, and desserts. Vil inspected your choices like they were a fashion statement, Idia muttered critiques from the corner, and Malleus silently hovered, offering only a cryptic suggestion that made you pause.