The library tower was silent. The crystal pendant on Koha’s chest pulsed faintly as he drifted into sleep, exhaustion heavy in his limbs. His dreams, however, were far from peaceful—they were vivid, colored by a warmth he had long tried to ignore.
He found himself in a hidden grove, golden sunlight spilling through the canopy, soft grass beneath his feet, and a gentle breeze carrying the scent of flowers and water. The air felt alive, almost humming with energy.
Before him stood Doojin, looking impossibly close and impossibly real. His usual confident smirk softened, and his eyes glimmered with something unreadable.
Koha… Doojin’s voice was soft, teasing, yet carried a gravity that made Koha’s chest tighten.
Koha’s heart skipped a beat. He wanted to turn away, but the pull toward Doojin was irresistible. Every step Doojin took seemed to make the air warmer, the grove more intimate.
Doojin closed the distance until they were only inches apart. Their foreheads brushed, and Koha felt a tremor run through him, a mixture of nervousness and anticipation.
I… shouldn’t… Koha whispered in his mind, but his body betrayed him, leaning slightly closer.
Doojin tilted his head, lips brushing lightly against Koha’s in a soft, teasing kiss. It was gentle but deliberate, a caress that lingered far longer than expected. Koha’s hands trembled; instinctively, he reached up, letting his fingers graze the back of Doojin’s neck.
This… this feels… His thoughts scattered, heart pounding in sync with the rhythm of the grove.
Doojin smiled, eyes half-closed, and leaned closer again, lips pressing more insistently against Koha’s. The kiss deepened slightly, just enough to leave a lingering heat, yet remained playful rather than consuming. Koha’s aura flared subtly, tiny sparks of fire and light dancing around him, responding to the mix of excitement, embarrassment, and desire.
No… I can’t… lose control… focus! Koha’s internal voice pleaded, but his body was swayed by the closeness, the warmth of Doojin’s touch.
Doojin’s hand slid to Koha’s cheek, thumb brushing lightly, thumb lingering as if memorizing every contour. Koha’s breath hitched, and his violet eyes widened, reflecting a kaleidoscope of emotions: surprise, shyness, longing.
“Relax… just feel it,” Doojin whispered, voice low and teasing, sending a shiver down Koha’s spine.
Koha’s knees weakened slightly, and he instinctively leaned into the warmth. He wanted to close the distance further, to let himself be closer, to feel the softness of Doojin’s lips again. But before he could, a sudden jolt of energy surged through the tower—a leftover echo from his elemental training.
The dream shattered. Koha’s eyes snapped open, heart racing, aura flickering wildly. His hair clung damply to his forehead, his cheeks burned bright with residual blush.
Wha… what… was that? He gasped, flustered, hands shaking slightly. The memory of Doojin’s teasing smile, the gentle touches, and those soft kisses lingered like a faint ember, heating his skin even in the cool night air.
Even as he steadied himself, whispering Embrace of Light (光の抱擁 – Hikari no Hōyō) to calm his aura, Koha felt a flutter in his chest—a quiet reminder of that moment. The intimacy of the dream had left its mark, soft and persistent.
I… can’t let it distract me. One versus fifteen… focus… control… Koha murmured, taking a deep, shuddering breath. But even as he rose to prepare for the battlefield, a small, private smile curved his lips.
Though shocked awake, the memory of Doojin lingered, a quiet ember of desire and vulnerability, intertwined with Koha’s steely determination. His aura shimmered faintly, not only with elemental energy but with the warmth of emotions he had yet to fully understand.
He adjusted his robes, glancing at the glowing pendant. The Shattered Sky Plateau awaited him. Jagged floating islands, molten rivers, and storm clouds below formed a surreal battlefield—but nothing could shake the memory of Doojin’s teasing closeness.
No… now is not the time. But… I’ll remember…
Koha’s violet eyes glowed as he descended from the tower balcony, aura flickering with both power and the lingering heat of desire, ready to face fifteen opponents with a heart simultaneously nervous, emboldened, and secretly aflame.
The library balcony was bathed in the soft glow of the setting sun. Koha’s heart still raced from the dream he had been forced awake from Doojin’s teasing smile and soft kisses lingering in his mind. He tried to steady his breathing, but his chest felt tight, his cheeks warm from the memory.
A shadow fell over him. Huo’s broad figure appeared in the doorway, emerald eyes locking onto Koha with a look that sent heat crawling up Koha’s spine.
“Koha…” Huo’s voice was low, almost intimate, carrying a weight of concern and something softer, something that made Koha’s heart hammer.
Koha’s eyes widened. His throat went dry. Every instinct told him to step back, but his body betrayed him, leaning slightly toward Huo as if drawn by an invisible force.
Huo closed the distance, a faint smile playing on his lips. He brushed a hand gently against Koha’s arm. The touch was electrifying, sending shivers straight through him. Koha swallowed hard, cheeks burning crimson.
H-he’s so close… why does this feel… like everything else disappears? Koha’s thoughts tumbled, breath hitching.
Huo leaned down slowly, forehead brushing against Koha’s. The closeness alone was overwhelming. Koha’s pulse raced, and his hands twitched nervously at his sides. He felt exposed, vulnerable, yet there was a strange comfort in Huo’s presence.
Then, softly, Huo’s lips met his. It was a tentative kiss at first, gentle and teasing, a brush that lingered just long enough to make Koha gasp. Koha froze for a moment, caught off guard by the intensity of the sensation. His fingers instinctively rose to touch Huo’s chest, tracing the line of his robe.
I… I can’t believe this… he thought, heart pounding.
Huo pulled back slightly, just enough to let Koha catch his breath, then whispered, “Relax… it’s just us.”
Koha’s breath came in shallow bursts, and a soft whimper escaped him before he could stop it. The warmth of Huo’s presence, the teasing softness of his lips, the gentle pressure of his hands—it was intoxicating.
It’s… too much… I can’t think straight…
Huo smiled knowingly, leaning closer again, this time pressing a longer, deeper kiss. Koha’s knees weakened, and he trembled slightly under the weight of emotion, shyness, and something else something deliciously overwhelming he had never allowed himself to feel so openly.
His hands brushed along Huo’s shoulders, and Huo’s hand slid to cup the back of his neck. The contact was intimate but tender, grounding yet teasing. Koha’s eyes fluttered closed, cheeks burning, lips tingling from the repeated kisses.
I… can’t… breathe… he thought, mind spinning, heart racing uncontrollably.
Huo pulled back slightly, resting his forehead against Koha’s again, letting him breathe while keeping the closeness. “You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured softly. “Just feel it.”
Koha’s lips parted in a soft gasp, and a small, shaky smile broke across his face despite his flustered state. His heart pounded like a drum in his chest, caught between embarrassment, desire, and the undeniable warmth of Huo’s attention.
This… this is too much… but I… I don’t want it to end…
Huo leaned in once more, brushing Koha’s hair back from his face before pressing a gentle, lingering kiss to his lips. Koha shivered, a soft moan escaping him involuntarily. His hands found their way to Huo’s shoulders again, gripping lightly, seeking the connection.
The sun dipped lower, casting long shadows across the balcony. Time seemed to stretch and twist, leaving only the two of them, pressed close, lost in warmth, teasing touches, and the electric tension of unspoken feelings.
Eventually, Huo pulled back slightly, just enough to look into Koha’s wide, blushing eyes. “You’re mine,” he said softly, almost a whisper, full of teasing warmth.
Koha’s chest tightened, lips parting in surprise and shyness. He nodded, unable to speak, caught completely in the storm of feelings that Huo had awakened in him.
I… I’m his… and… I don’t want to hide it…
The two of them remained there for a long moment, close enough to feel each other’s breath, sharing soft smiles, lingering touches, and unspoken promises. Koha’s heart raced like never before, caught between flustered vulnerability and the undeniable thrill of being this close to someone who truly saw him.
Koha’s heart still pounded from the lingering warmth of his dream. The sun dipped low, casting long shadows over the balcony. Huo was close, broad chest brushing gently against him, whispering teasing words that made his cheeks burn hotter than the sunset.
Before he could even gather his thoughts, Rio stepped in with that smirk that always made Koha’s knees weak. “Looks like someone’s enjoying themselves,” Rio said, letting his fingers pinch Koha’s shoulder teasingly. Koha yelped softly, his blush spreading across his face like wildfire.
Wha—R-Rio! What are you doing—! His words caught in his throat.
Huo pressed even closer, brushing his hands along Koha’s arms in playful reassurance, making him shiver. “Relax,” Huo murmured. “They’re just having fun with you.”
Koha could barely breathe. Every touch, every playful pinch, made his aura pulse faintly. He instinctively hugged himself, trying to create space—but both Rio and Huo leaned closer, blocking him gently.
I… I can’t… my heart… it’s too fast… Koha thought, shivering under the attention.
Just then, Sky sauntered in, leaning on the doorframe with a mischievous glint in his sapphire eyes. “Oh, what do we have here? Someone flustered?” he teased, pinching Koha’s cheek lightly, making him gasp and cover his face.
Yin followed, graceful as ever, letting her fingers brush Koha’s hair, teasing at the nape of his neck. “You’re so adorable when you’re flustered,” she murmured, a playful smile tugging at her lips.
Koha’s blush deepened, heat spreading through him. He wanted to pull away but couldn’t; the mixture of teasing, affection, and protective closeness kept him rooted in place. Every playful touch—shoulder pinches, hair ruffling, cheek nudges—made him feel overwhelmed yet cherished.
This… this is… too much… but… I don’t want it to stop… His thoughts tumbled as he tried to hide his face, but each movement brought more attention from the teasing group.
Huo leaned down, brushing his nose against Koha’s cheek in a playful nuzzle. Rio gave his shoulder a gentle squeeze, Sky ruffled his hair again, and Yin pressed a soft hand to his arm, each gesture amplifying the flustered tension swirling around him.
Koha’s lips parted slightly, breath shaky. His hands twitched nervously, instinctively reaching out as if to steady himself. His aura rippled faintly with every emotional spike—embarrassment, excitement, and a strange warmth of closeness all mingled together.
“You’re all… too much…” he whispered, voice barely audible, cheeks burning like fire.
The four of them exchanged knowing glances, grinning as they continued their playful teasing—small pinches, gentle nudges, and lingering touches—without ever crossing any boundaries. Koha’s protests were soft, mixed with shy laughter and gasps, creating an atmosphere charged with BL tension, affection, and intimacy.
I… I don’t know what to do… but… I like it… Koha admitted to himself, heart racing, hands trembling slightly.
The sun disappeared behind the horizon, leaving the balcony bathed in a golden glow. For a moment, Koha was the center of warmth, teasing, and affection overwhelmed yet strangely empowered by their attention. The group’s playful dominance didn’t just tease him; it reminded him he was cared for, cherished, and seen.
Finally, Huo leaned slightly against him, whispering, “Get ready… the real challenge is about to begin.”
Koha nodded, still flushed, heart pounding, but strengthened by their teasing affection. Surrounded by four dominants who clearly adored and played with him, he felt ready to face whatever awaited—his pulse racing, cheeks still warm, but spirit bolstered by the closeness and love of his friends.
Koha’s cheeks burned hotter than ever, heart hammering in his chest. The playful pinches, nuzzles, hair ruffling, and lingering touches had left him dizzy and breathless. For a long moment, he had been too flustered to think, only reacting instinctively to their closeness.
But then, something clicked.
He looked up at Huo, whose emerald eyes softened as they met his. That protective, almost possessive gaze was something more than just teasing—it held warmth, care, and something intimate that made Koha’s chest tighten.
Rio leaned closer, smirking but with a spark of vulnerability behind the teasing grin. His amber eyes flickered with… longing? With affection? Koha blinked, realizing there was more behind Rio’s playful gestures than he had first noticed.
Sky leaned against the doorframe, dark-blue eyes glinting mischievously—but the subtle warmth in his expression, the way he kept glancing at Koha, hinted at something deeper than playful teasing.
Yin’s gentle hand lingered near his hair, ice-blue eyes watching him with a serene intensity. The subtle tilt of her head, the way she smiled softly, made Koha’s chest flutter.
Wait… are… they… reacting to me… like… like this…?
His heart thudded painfully as he realized it: all four of them had intimate, affectionate feelings for him. The teasing, the touches, the lingering gazes—they weren’t just playful. They cared for him. They wanted to be close.
Koha’s mind whirled. Flustered, he tried to step back, but Huo’s hand stayed lightly on his shoulder, steadying him. Rio gave a soft squeeze to his arm, Sky leaned a little closer with a teasing grin, and Yin’s fingers brushed against his cheek once more.
They all… they all want me… Koha thought, voice barely a whisper in his head. A mix of shock, embarrassment, and warmth flooded through him, leaving him dizzy and breathless.
His violet eyes darted between the four men, cheeks burning crimson. He had always felt small and shy, but this—this attention, this intimate focus on him, made him feel seen and cherished in a way he had never experienced.
I… I didn’t realize… they… they all feel… for me…
The four exchanged knowing glances, smiles tugging at their lips. Huo leaned down slightly, whispering against Koha’s hair, “We care about you… more than you realize.”
Rio smirked, though softer than usual. “And we love seeing you like this… flustered, overwhelmed, and cute.”
Sky chuckled, teasing but affectionate. “You really are the center of attention, Koha.”
Yin’s hand lingered on his shoulder, warm and grounding. “We all… want to be close to you,” she said softly.
Koha’s knees weakened. Heart racing, cheeks aflame, he realized the truth: he was at the center of their affection. Four dominant, teasing, protective, and intimate figures all cared for him, in ways he had never fully understood.
I… I… I can’t… believe it… he thought, breath shaky, but a small, shy smile spread across his lips. For the first time, he felt wanted, cherished, and safe despite his embarrassment.
Huo rested a hand gently on his back, Rio on his shoulder, Sky nudged his side playfully, and Yin’s fingers lingered near his neck. Koha shivered, overwhelmed by the blend of affection, intimacy, and teasing surrounding him.
I… I can face anything… if they’re with me… he realized, heart fluttering, cheeks still burning, but courage quietly growing.
For a long moment, the five of them remained there—Koha in the center, flushed, flustered, yet filled with warmth, and the four around him, all showing in small, teasing, and intimate ways just how much they cared.
I… I’m theirs… and… I… like it…
The sun disappeared completely behind the horizon, leaving the balcony bathed in soft twilight. Koha took a shaky breath, heart pounding, cheeks still warm, but now strengthened by the overwhelming affection and attention of those four.
I can do this… I can face anything… because they believe in me…
And with that, Koha readied himself, surrounded by teasing, protective, and affectionate friends, ready to descend to the Shattered Sky Plateau for the 1v15 battle ahead.
Koha’s heart raced, cheeks burning, and breath came in uneven bursts. The teasing touches, playful pinches, gentle kisses, and lingering closeness from Huo, Rio, Sky, and Yin had left him dizzy and overwhelmed.
But then… clarity hit him like a sudden gust of wind.
Wait… this… this isn’t just friendship…
He looked at Huo first. The protective intensity, the warmth, the way Huo’s emerald eyes softened whenever they met his—it wasn’t just teasing. It was desire, affection, intimacy.
Rio’s smirk had always been playful, but now he noticed the subtle glimmer in those amber eyes, the lingering touches, the way he leaned just a little too close. That was… love. A teasing, possessive sort of love.
Sky leaned casually, always the flirt, yet Koha now noticed the way his sapphire eyes sparkled at him, the slight brush of his fingers against Koha’s shoulder—it was intentional, deliberate, intimate.
Yin’s gentle hand lingering near his hair, her serene gaze, her soft voice whispering compliments and playful words… it wasn’t just kindness. It was affection, deep and romantic.
Koha’s chest tightened, and a wave of heat coursed through him.
They… they all… like me… as more than a friend… as… lovers?
The thought sent his heart into overdrive. Four people—all teasing him, all showing affection, all claiming him in small, intimate ways—and he was at the center of it.
This isn’t just playful attention anymore… Koha’s mind raced, cheeks aflame. “This… this is… a… triangle? Or… a… quadrangle?!”
Huo leaned closer, brushing a hand along his arm. “You’re ours, Koha,” he murmured, voice low and teasing, making Koha’s knees feel weak.
Rio pressed lightly against his shoulder, smirking. “And don’t you forget it,” he said, amber eyes glittering with amusement and something softer, almost vulnerable.
Sky nudged his side, grinning mischievously. “You’re the center of attention… all of ours.”
Yin’s gentle hand touched his cheek. “You have us all,” she said softly, voice carrying warmth that made Koha’s chest ache.
Koha’s mind spun. Four lovers, all teasing, affectionate, protective, and intimate with him at the same time. The realization hit him fully:
I… I’m not just their friend… I’m… their center. Their… lover?
His blush deepened, heart hammering in his chest. He tried to pull back slightly, overwhelmed, but Huo’s hand stayed gently on his waist, Rio’s fingers lingered on his shoulder, Sky leaned playfully closer, and Yin’s gaze held him like a gentle tether.
I… can’t… breathe… He gasped softly, flustered, overwhelmed by the sudden intensity of affection surrounding him.
And yet… despite the chaos of his thoughts, a small, shy smile spread across his lips. He realized something incredible:
I… I like it… I want it… all of it…
The four of them exchanged amused, knowing glances, teasing smiles tugging at their lips. Huo’s voice was low and warm. “You’re ours, Koha. All of us.”
Rio smirked, leaning just close enough to make Koha shiver. “All four. Don’t deny it.”
Sky winked, mischievous but affectionate. “You really are the center of our little… harem.”
Yin’s voice was soft, comforting, yet teasing. “We love you, Koha. Each of us, in our own way.”
Koha’s chest swelled. Heart racing, cheeks burning, he realized the truth: he wasn’t just flustered and overwhelmed he was the object of four people’s love, all claiming him in playful, affectionate ways, turning his life upside down in the most thrilling, terrifying, and wonderful way possible.
I… I’m theirs… all of theirs… and I… I like it…
For a long moment, the five of them lingered in silence. Koha, at the center, still flustered, still blush-faced, still wide-eyed but feeling cherished, wanted, and loved like never before.
The sun disappeared completely behind the horizon, leaving the balcony bathed in twilight. In that quiet, flustered, affectionate moment, Koha realized: this wasn’t friendship anymore. This wasn’t just teasing. This was a lovers’ triangulation four people, each claiming him, each showing their love in playful, intimate ways.
And somehow, despite the chaos in his heart, he wanted all of it.
I… I can face anything… if they’re all with me…
and then Add to home screen.