Uchiha Puppet Master, Starting from One Piece.

Then, she opened her eyes.

At first, her eyes were unfocused, her golden pupils veiled with sleepiness, as if she were looking at the world through a thin mist.

She blinked, then blinked again, her gaze slowly focusing on Bai Yu.

She was stunned for about three seconds.

Then her pupils suddenly contracted.

Rangiku suddenly raised her head, the movement so violent that her long golden hair drew an arc in the air, carrying the lingering scent of last night's sake and her own unique aroma, like a mixture of honey and milk.

Her gaze swept across the room from left to right.

Violet, resting her head on Shiraha's left arm, and Artoria, embracing his right arm, had golden hair that shimmered in the morning light; Robin, curled up beside Shiraha's left leg, had long black hair draped over her shoulders, one hand resting on his calf, her posture elegant and composed.

Lying on the outside of Shiraha's right leg, Unohana Retsu had long, ink-black hair and maintained a dignified posture even in her sleep, with a faint smile on her lips.

Then Rangiku looked down at herself.

She lay prone beneath Bai Yu. Her clothes were open, exposing large swaths of skin to the cool morning air.

She then straddled him in an extremely indecent manner.

Then Rangiku's face turned red at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The red color started spreading from her neck, as if someone had lit a fire under her skin, quickly crossing her collarbone, crawling over her throat, spreading across her jaw, and finally reaching her cheeks, even staining the tips of her ears with a thin layer of crimson.

"Well!"

The noise broke the tranquility of the early morning.

Violet was the first to react.

Her eyelashes trembled, and then she slowly opened her eyes. Her purple pupils were initially unfocused, taking about two seconds to focus. Then she saw Bai Yu's jawline, took about two more seconds to realize that she was resting her head on his arm, and then about three more seconds to realize that she was completely naked and pressed against him.

Violet didn't sit up abruptly like Rangiku.

She shifted her gaze from Bai Yu's face and began to look around.

Then her gaze met Rangiku's gaze in mid-air.

Rangiku's face was still red, her hair was messy, and she was lying on Shiroha.

"You're in such a hurry, Rangiku. You just woke up and you're already..."

First came confusion—as if asking, "What's going on?"

She then coughed softly.

Good morning, Shirayu-kun.

"Good morning."

Then Unohana Retsu opened her eyes.

Her gaze swept across the entire scene, her expression remaining unchanged.

There was no surprise, no confusion, no embarrassment.

There was only a faint calm, as if he had known everything all along.

"This is outrageous!"

Upon waking, Artoria scratched her head.

This noise finally woke up the rest of the people.

"So... it wasn't a dream after all."

This statement plunged the entire room into silence.

Not a dream.

These three words were like a stone thrown into a calm pond, the ripples spreading outwards in circles, striking everyone present.

The air froze for about thirty seconds.

Then Rangiku moved.

She gritted her teeth and rolled off Bai Yu, then felt a wave of emptiness wash over her.

She remained silent for a long time.

Then she spoke.

"I……"

“I remember what happened last night.”

After she said those words, her shoulders trembled slightly.

"And then...and then you guys too...and then we..."

She didn't finish her sentence.

But everyone knew what she wanted to say.

silence.

A long, suffocating silence.

She looked at everyone, her gaze calm and gentle.

"Does anyone regret it?"

"No……"

Then Rangiku suddenly stood up.

She turned her head to look at Bai Yu, a smile playing on her lips, a smile that was a mixture of shame, provocation, and seriousness.

"That……"

"...Shall we do it again?"

The air in the entire room seemed to freeze.

Violet's eyes widened.

Artoria suddenly raised her head, and the blush on her face spread to her neck at a visible speed.

Robin's fingers twitched slightly, and his lips parted slightly.

Retsu Unohana raised an eyebrow slightly; this was the first time she had shown genuine surprise this morning.

"Anyway, we did everything last night, but I was a bit drunk, so I haven't really experienced anything yet!"

"it is good."

Rangiku's pupils dilated slightly.

She thought Bai Yu would refuse.

But Bai Yu didn't give her a way out.

He pulled her straight into his arms.

Rangiku's lips met his, not gently, even a little rough, with an air of undeniable force.

She let out a muffled groan, then went limp, her hands bracing against his chest, her fingers gripping Bai Yu's skin tightly.

The kiss was short, but deep.

When Shiraha released her, Rangiku's breathing was completely disordered, her cheeks were flushed, her lips were slightly swollen, and her eyes were glazed over as if she had drunk three more jugs of wine.

She looked at him, took a few breaths, and then turned her head to look at the others.

"you……"

Her voice was hoarse, carrying a kind of resigned acceptance.

"If you're going to come, come along. Don't just stand there watching."

Violet was stunned.

Artoria buried her face in her knees, her ears burning red.

"I'm truly defeated by you."

"Unohana said softly, shaking her head."

Then she stood up, walked around Bai Yu's body, went to his other side, and sat down next to Violet.

"Since Rangiku has already said this much..."

Unohana Retsu's voice was calm and gentle, but Shiraha noticed something faintly glowing deep within her pupils.

"Continuing to be sentimental would be superfluous."

Violet looked at Retsu Unohana's hand, at Rangiku's hand still resting on Shiraha's chest, and at Shiraha himself.

She pursed her lips briefly, then released them.

"...I want to too."

Bai Yu lay on the spot, surrounded by six people.

The morning light moved another inch across the ceiling.

Birdsong came from afar, this time not just a few scattered calls, but a whole chorus, rising and falling, as if celebrating something.

The wind rustled through the bamboo grove in the courtyard, the bamboo leaves rubbing against each other, making a soft, ancient, gentle, and never-ending song.

The bamboo shadows in the courtyard swayed gently on the sandy ground, the stone lantern stood silently in the corner, and a few petals that had fallen last night floated on the surface of the pond, casting small, round shadows in the morning light.

The wind stopped.

The birdsong stopped too.

The whole world fell silent.

then

A sound came from the room on the other side, very light and delicate, like the ripples created by a petal falling on the water, fleeting, or like something ancient, gentle, and beyond the reach of words.

In the morning light, under the bamboo shadows, amidst the fragrance of flowers, and with everyone's tacit consent, something happened.

Some things happened naturally once again.