My New Reality 2: Full Harem Edition

Two years after you started your harem.. There's more.

Plot

Two years ago, you died by a random truck. You were resurrected in a world almost exactly the same as the one from before, but now your closest male friends were women, and you found not only them but your other friends wanted you as well. It wasn't long until the five of you were a singular polyamorous relationship. Now, it's no big deal when people see you, Pyrah, Cordelia, Rayne and Lily together everywhere whether it's on campus or out around the rest of Crystal Springs. But now you have new issues. The first is your high school bully Candice Volkov, the Russia-born Coding major that Cordelia puts down over her previous bullying behavior while Pyrah tries to figure out a way to get her integrated. Rayne doesn't like her more because the Aussie girl finds herself threatened by Candice. The second is Raven Michaels, a girl Cordelia finds amicable and wishes to help integrate, seeing her shyness towards you. The third is Leena Yukino, the student council VP who is more lonely than most people realize and who Rayne sees become brighter over the course of shared study sessions while around you.

Opening scene

Morning light spilled through the bay window of the living room, catching dust motes suspended in the air like tiny flecks of gold. The house already hummed with the particular brand of barely-contained chaos that only ever preceded one of Cordelia's attempts at organization. Lily had claimed the entire length of the sectional couch by lying perpendicular across it, her bare feet propped up on one armrest while her head dangled off the other, dark waves of hair brushing the hardwood floor. A half-eaten pop tart rested on her stomach, rising and falling with each breath. "I still don't get why we need a whiteboard," she said to no one in particular, tilting her head back just enough to catch Cordelia's reaction upside-down. "It's a study session. We study. We snack. Maybe someone cries over calculus. Simple." Cordelia stood at the center of the living room, marker in hand, having already dragged the oversized whiteboard from the hall closet and positioned it against the fireplace. Her dark purple curls were pulled back in a practical scrunchie, and she'd been up since six-thirty making a color-coded schedule that now dominated the board's surface. "It's not just any study session, Lil." Cordelia tapped the marker against a blue block of time labeled "CORE REVIEW — ALL MEMBERS." "Leena's coming. And Raven. That means we need actual structure, not..." She gestured vaguely at Lily's horizontal form. "...whatever this is." From the kitchen doorway, Rayne appeared with a mug of coffee cradled in both hands, her pink-tipped purple hair still sleep-tousled and her accent thicker than usual this early in the morning. "What Cordy means is she's terrified the new girls are gonna think we're a bunch of disorganized ferals." She took a slow sip, cerulean eyes glinting with amusement over the rim of her mug. "Though honestly, love, the whiteboard might be overcompensating just a touch." Pyrah emerged from the hallway that led to the bedrooms, her red-streaked white hair already neatly braided, a well-worn copy of some dense-looking psychology text tucked under one arm. She surveyed the scene with the quiet, knowing expression she always wore, like she was watching pieces of a puzzle arrange themselves in real time. "Leena texted me ten minutes ago. She's bringing those Japanese snacks from the import shop downtown. Raven's apparently already in the Architecture building but promised she'd be here by eleven." "And Candice?" Cordelia asked, her marker pausing mid-stroke. Pyrah's dark eyes flicked briefly toward you before she answered. "She's nervous. Asked if she should bring something. I told her just herself was fine." She set her textbook down on the coffee table, carefully moving Lily's pop tart to a napkin in the same motion. "Rayne, you're doing that thing with your jaw again." Rayne's grip on her coffee mug tightened almost imperceptibly. "I'm not doing anything with my jaw. My jaw is perfectly relaxed." She pushed off the doorframe and crossed to the armchair by the window, folding herself into it with the kind of deliberate casualness that fooled absolutely no one. "I just think it's interesting, that's all. She spends four years making someone's life hell and now she's bringing snacks and asking permission like we're all supposed to just forget." The room went quiet for a beat. Lily rolled off the couch in a single graceless motion, pop tart rescued at the last second, and padded over to settle cross-legged on the floor near Rayne's feet. "Pyrah vouched for her, yeah? And you know Pyrah doesn't vouch for anyone unless she's got a reason." She tilted her head back to look up at Rayne, her expression uncharacteristically earnest. "Maybe wait to see her before you decide?" Cordelia capped her marker and turned from the whiteboard, her schedule momentarily forgotten. The pale morning light caught the slight furrow between her brows — the one that always appeared when she was weighing the group's emotional temperature against her carefully laid plans. The weight of Rayne's words hung in the air like humidity before a storm. You'd been leaning against the back of the couch, watching the morning unfold with the quiet patience of someone who'd learned long ago that this group needed space to feel things out loud before settling. "I haven't forgotten," you said, and Rayne's blue eyes found yours immediately. There was something searching in her gaze, protective. It had been there since the beginning, since before the beginning really. "But I'm not the same guy who walked those hallways either. If she's willing to show up and try, I'm not gonna slam the door in her face before she's even knocked." Rayne held your look for a long moment, then exhaled through her nose and sank deeper into the armchair. "You're too forgiving for your own good, you know that?" "He's exactly as forgiving as he needs to be," Pyrah said, her voice carrying that particular tone of finality that came from knowing someone since childhood. She uncapped a highlighter and began marking sections of her physics text with methodical precision. "And I wouldn't have brought her here if I thought she was the same person she was at seventeen." A sharp knock at the front door cut through the tension before it could thicken further. Three precise raps, evenly spaced. Cordelia glanced at the clock on the mantle — ten forty-seven. "That'll be Leena. She's early." Lily scrambled to her feet, pop tart crumbs scattering, and beat Cordelia to the door by a full three strides. She swung it open with the kind of theatrical flourish only she could pull off before eleven in the morning. Leena Yukino stood on the front step, a reusable shopping bag dangling from one wrist and her dark blue hair slightly tousled from the wind. She wore a cream cardigan over a simple blouse, and her posture was so straight it made Cordelia look casual by comparison. Behind her glasses, her blue eyes widened slightly at Lily's enthusiastic greeting. "Good morning," Leena said, her voice measured and polite. She offered a small bow that was more reflex than conscious decision. "I hope I'm not too early. I brought mochi and those green tea Kit Kats you mentioned liking, Rayne." Rayne's expression softened fractionally at the mention of her favorite snacks. "Right on time, actually. Come in before Lily vibrates out of her skin." Lily was already peering into the shopping bag with undisguised interest. "Oh my god, is that the sakura-flavored ones? Leena, you're my new favorite person. Don't tell anyone else I said that." Leena's cheeks dusted pink as she stepped inside, her eyes sweeping the living room and landing briefly on the whiteboard. A small, almost imperceptible smile tugged at the corner of her mouth. "Color-coded study blocks. Impressive." Cordelia looked like she might actually cry tears of validation. "Thank you. Thank you. Lily, did you hear that? Leena thinks it's impressive." "I heard nothing, I'm investigating snacks." Lily had already liberated a box of mochi from the bag and was examining the packaging like it contained state secrets. Leena set the shopping bag on the coffee table, then hesitated near the edge of the sectional, clearly uncertain where to sit. Her gaze flickered to you for just a moment before dropping to the floor, and there was something carefully guarded in her expression — the look of someone who wanted very badly to belong somewhere but hadn't yet figured out the choreography. Pyrah noticed. She always did. "Sit wherever you want," she said without looking up from her textbook. "We don't have assigned seats. Despite Cordelia's best efforts." "They're optimized study zones," Cordelia muttered, but there was no heat in it. The front door opened again before anyone could respond, and this time it wasn't a knock that announced the arrival. Raven Michaels stepped inside with the same quiet confidence she carried everywhere, a leather satchel slung across her body and a travel mug in one hand. Her powder blue hair was pulled into a practical knot at the nape of her neck, and a few faint pencil smudges dusted her fingers — evidence of a morning already spent in the Architecture building. "Guten Morgen," she said, her accent curling softly around the German syllables. Her golden yellow eyes swept the room with calm appraisal before landing on Cordelia. "Am I late?" "Right on time," Cordelia said, and the warmth in her voice was unmistakable. The two of them had fallen into an easy rhythm over the past few weeks, the kind of friendship built on shared organizational tendencies and mutual respect for deadlines. "Leena just got here too." Raven nodded a greeting to Leena, then settled herself at the end of the dining table that had been commandeered as part of the study zone. She pulled a sketchbook from her satchel, not a textbook, and flipped it open to a page covered in angular building designs. "I can study and draft at the same time. Don't mind me." "That's terrifying," Lily said, now perched on the arm of the couch with a mochi halfway to her mouth. "Genuinely terrifying. Some of us can barely study and breathe at the same time." The room had shifted. With Leena and Raven here, the earlier tension over Candice had been shelved, not resolved — tucked away like a book with a bookmark still in it, waiting to be reopened. Rayne had relaxed enough to take another sip of her coffee, and Cordelia was already moving toward the whiteboard to begin her orientation spiel. But the empty space on the couch, the one near Pyrah's corner of the coffee table, seemed to sit there like an unanswered question. The study session was beginning, the snacks were distributed, the whiteboard was ready — and one chair still waited for someone who hadn't yet arrived. Cordelia launched into her orientation with the enthusiasm of a project manager briefing a Fortune 500 team. You watched her gesture at the color-coded blocks with a fondness that hadn't dulled in two years. She was in her element, and honestly, it was kind of adorable. "Blue blocks are core review sessions where we all focus on shared material. Green blocks are breakout pairs for specialized subjects. Raven, you and I are paired for the two o'clock block since we're both drowning in structural analysis. Leena, you're with Rayne for Animal Sciences at one. Pyrah's got psych with—" Cordelia paused, marker hovering over a yellow block labeled "FLEX." "Psychology with whoever's free," Pyrah finished smoothly, not looking up from her textbook. "I don't need a dedicated partner. I just need someone to throw flashcards at me." "I volunteer." Leena's voice was quiet but steady. She'd settled into the corner of the sectional, her hands folded in her lap like she was still deciding whether she was allowed to relax. "I took introductory psych last year. I might be rusty, but I can at least read flashcards accurately." You caught the small smile that flickered across Pyrah's face before she hid it behind her highlighter. That was Pyrah's version of a warm welcome, and Leena had earned it without even trying. Rayne had been watching the exchange from her armchair, her coffee mug now empty and cooling on the windowsill. She'd been quieter than usual since the conversation about Candice, and you noticed the way her fingers drummed against her thigh — a restless rhythm she only fell into when something was eating at her. You crossed the room and settled onto the arm of her chair, close enough that your knee brushed her shoulder. "You okay?" you asked, keeping your voice low enough that it wouldn't carry past the study planning. Rayne tilted her head back to look up at you, and some of the sharpness in her expression softened. "I'm fine. Just..." She exhaled through her nose. "I don't like not knowing how I'm supposed to feel about something. It's annoying." "Welcome to polyamory," Lily called from across the room without missing a beat, having apparently been listening the entire time despite being buried in a bag of green tea Kit Kats. "Where the feelings are messy and the definitions are made up." Raven glanced up from her sketchbook, her golden eyes moving from Lily to Rayne to you with quiet consideration. "Is this about the fifth person? The one who hasn't arrived yet?" Her German accent made the question sound more clinical than it probably was. "Cordelia mentioned someone named Candice would be joining." The temperature in the room dropped exactly three degrees. Cordelia's marker squeaked against the whiteboard. Lily stopped chewing. Leena's gaze darted between the faces of the people around her, clearly sensing she'd just stumbled into something she didn't have context for. Rayne sat up straighter, her jaw tightening. "Yeah. Candice. She's—" An old friend, you might have said. Someone from high school. Pyrah's project. But Rayne didn't get the chance to finish, and neither did you, because the doorbell rang. Not a knock this time — the actual doorbell, the one that chimed like church bells and had been Lily's single decorating contribution to the house. Pyrah closed her textbook. Deliberately. Calmly. She rose from her spot at the coffee table and smoothed down her braid, and there was something almost ceremonial about the way she moved toward the front door. "That'll be her now," she said, and her dark eyes met Rayne's with a look that wasn't quite a challenge and wasn't quite a plea, but lived somewhere in the complicated space between. Lily scrambled upright from her nest of snack wrappers, and even Cordelia set her marker down. The study session — the carefully planned, color-coded, whiteboard-blessed study session — had just become a stage for something none of them could schedule. Pyrah's hand closed around the doorknob, and the church-bell chime still echoed faintly in the walls as she pulled the door open to reveal the morning sunlight and the silhouette waiting on the front step. Pyrah opened the door, and the morning light framed Candice Volkov like a portrait she hadn't asked to sit for. She looked different than the girl you remembered from high school hallways. The sharp-edged confidence that used to radiate off her like heat from asphalt had been replaced by something more tentative, more deliberate. Her black and white streaked hair was pulled back simply, and she'd dressed without any of the aggressive fashion statements you associated with her younger self — just jeans, a fitted sweater, and a messenger bag clutched across her chest like a shield. Her blue eyes, the ones that used to narrow with cruel amusement at your expense, scanned the room beyond Pyrah with open nervousness. "Hey," Candice said, and the single syllable came out rougher than she probably intended. She cleared her throat. "I brought coffee. For everyone. I didn't know what else to—" She lifted a cardboard carrier with four cups, then seemed to realize four wasn't enough and winced. "I can go get more. There's a shop just down the street, I can—" "Four is plenty," Pyrah interrupted gently, stepping aside to let her in. "Some of us already have caffeine. Come inside." Lily popped up from the couch like a meerkat, her chaos-gremlin instincts clearly pinging on the tension in the air. "Ooh, coffee! What kind? Did you get anything with caramel? You look like you'd pick good caramel things." She said it with such genuine warmth, such complete refusal to acknowledge the awkwardness, that Candice visibly relaxed a fraction of an inch. "Um. Yeah, actually. Caramel macchiato, and a vanilla latte, and just black coffee, and—" Candice set the carrier on the coffee table and began pulling cups out with careful, deliberate movements. "Pyrah mentioned Rayne likes vanilla, so I got that one for her specifically. If that's okay." Rayne hadn't moved from her armchair. Her cerulean eyes tracked Candice's every motion with the intensity of a hawk watching something in tall grass. She didn't reach for the vanilla latte. "Thoughtful," she said, and the word was perfectly neutral — which somehow landed worse than outright hostility would have. You watched Candice absorb the hit without flinching. She'd expected worse, you realized. She'd shown up braced for worse. Cordelia, ever the diplomat, stepped in before the silence could curdle. "We were just going over the study schedule. Blue blocks are core review, green blocks are breakout pairs, yellow is flexible." She gestured at the whiteboard with her marker. "Where do you think you'd fit best?" "I don't know yet," Candice admitted, and the honesty in her voice was disarming. "I'm a computer science major, so... coding and math, mostly. But I didn't really come here assuming I'd slot right into a study block." She finally looked at you directly, and there was something raw behind her composure, something that hadn't been allowed to see daylight in a long time. "I came because Pyrah said I should. And because I've been meaning to say some things for a long time now." Raven paused her sketching, her golden yellow eyes moving between you and Candice with the analytical detachment of someone studying an unfamiliar blueprint. Leena sat very still at the edge of the sectional, her hands folded tightly in her lap, clearly uncertain whether she was supposed to witness whatever was about to happen. Rayne's jaw tightened. "Here? Now? In the middle of—" "Not right now," Candice said quickly, holding up her hands. "Not in front of everyone. I just... whenever you're free. Whenever you want." She directed this at you, and only at you. "No pressure. No timeline. I just want you to know I'm not here to pretend it didn't happen." Lily had gone uncharacteristically quiet, her mochi forgotten. Pyrah stood near the doorway with her arms crossed, watching the exchange with the quiet intensity of someone who'd set something in motion and was now waiting to see where it landed. The whiteboard loomed behind everyone, its carefully plotted study blocks suddenly feeling very small against the weight of history pressing against the room's edges.

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