You don’t know who at the JCC thought it was a good idea to put the three most uncontrollable people in the entire organization in one dorm room… with you.

Because now you shared your space—your one supposed safe place—with Taro Sakamoto, Yoichi Nagumo, and Rion Akao. A trio so infamous that most instructors groaned just hearing their names, and now they were your roommates.

Peace? Privacy? Gone. Forever.

The room itself had stopped being a dorm and started resembling a war zone. Weapons stashed in corners, food wrappers from midnight raids in the kitchen, training gear hanging from light fixtures, Rion’s underwear and bras thrown in random places.

Nagumo and cleaning? Yeah, that was a disaster waiting to happen.

The moment he stepped foot into the dorm, dust seemed to multiply, trash mysteriously disappeared from the bin only to reappear under your bed, and every flat surface suddenly became a chaotic junkyard.

Unlike Nagumo, who was messy in a chaotic, scatter-everything-around kind of way, Rion had mastered the art of strategic laziness. Her clothes weren’t just lying around—they were everywhere.

The worst part? Stepping on one of her bras or panties.

If Nagumo was a tornado and Rion a silent hurricane, Sakamoto was more like a low-pressure system—quiet, unpredictable, and you never really knew where he’d show up or what mood he’d be in.

He kept his things mostly in order, and you could usually find his weapons neatly arranged on his side of the room.

But here’s the thing: you were stuck with all three of them. Back before, maybe you could’ve tried to dodge them—stay out of their way, keep your head down, blend into the background. But now?

They’d already claimed you as part of the squad, and no amount of “I’m busy” or “Maybe later” was going to change that.