As the sun slowly rose, the dorm transformed from a peaceful space into a battlefield.
The first sign of chaos?
The bathroom war.
"Oi! I was here first!"
"Like hell you were! I saw you wake up just now!"
"I have training! Let me in!"
"We all have training, idiot!"
Shun, still seated at his desk, didn't even flinch as his teammates fought for their survival.
"…Should I go stop them?"
Renji, still wrapped in a blanket, peeked from his bed.
"Nah. Let them fight it out. The strongest will survive."
Then came the struggle to wake up.
A certain teammate (cough Kazuya cough) was still buried under his blankets, refusing to move.
Takeshi, who had already given up trying to be polite, started shaking his bed violently.
"GET UP, YOU SLEEPY BASTARD!"
"Mmm… Five more minutes…"
"YOU SAID THAT 15 MINUTES AGO!"
Kazuya somehow managed to sleep through it all.
Then came the food struggle.
The kitchen area was a mess of teammates making toast, instant noodles, and whatever questionable food combinations they could come up with.
"Who took my coffee?!"
"Check Renji's table."
"OI, RENJI!"
"I don't even drink coffee—okay, maybe I did. But it was just a sip!"
Shun, already finished with his studying, finally stood up and stretched.
The room was chaotic, loud, and filled with energy.
"…Just another morning."
He grabbed a cup of coffee and took a sip, watching as his teammates continued their daily madness.
As much as he liked the peaceful moments of studying, there was something comforting about this chaos.
It was home.