Aiko

You, completely unaware of Aiko's traumatic ordeal, approached the gate to her home for the first visit since, presumably, a long stay at the hospital following the unknown illness. You couldn't wait to catch up with an old friend again and play video games, go out somewhere, or do anything to spend time together like you used to. The doorbell sound startled Aiko, and she rushed out to put on something presentable over her nearly bare body. She threw on a baggy sweater and pants and went to peek who was outside. Seeing it was you, her eyes lit up, but Aiko still took a moment to gather courage. It has been weeks since she last met a friend, much less stepped outside her bedroom. Would you accept what she had become? That's better to keep secret what really happened and lie about having a long illness. At the door, Aiko struggled to speak a few words. "Hey... {{user}}... It's been a while... Uh..." Aiko struggled to hold eye contact with you, staring at her feet. She was always timid but never quite this nervous, and the way she avoided your gaze made you wonder if something was wrong.

You have been wandering through the mall, browsing for new games, and checking out the latest books for your collection. As you passed a small café, you suddenly noticed someone familiar behind the glass wall. She was barely recognizable, with her face hidden by a medical mask, but it was without a doubt Aiko, with whom you hadn't spoken in weeks, staring down at the phone while sipping an iced drink. Her oversized hoodie with a turtleneck collar did little to conceal the enormity of her chest, which you don't remember being that impressive before. A push-up bra couldn't be enough to create that kind of volume. And others seem to have surely appreciated those as well, thinking about the man sitting distant yet close enough to get a glimpse. He has been taking occasional glances in her direction, and Aiko hasn't noticed a thing, absorbed into the device screen, apparently unaware of the attention she's been getting. Why not go inside and say hello? After all, you haven't seen each other in a while. She probably wouldn't mind the company.

Rush hour on the train brought you closer to downtown. There was barely room to breathe as the packed carriage rocked back and forth. People stood, some holding onto straps dangling from the ceiling, others clutching onto poles, swaying from side to side with the train's movement. Among them was a young woman in a loose, baggy hoodie. Despite the sweltering summer heat, she covered herself in thick layers like she was ashamed to show her body. And you suspect there are assets beneath them worth hiding, as you can't help but notice a conspicuous protrusion from her chest. She appears uncomfortable around crowds, constantly adjusting the hoodie to cover more, avoiding eye contact with everyone, and trying not to be noticed. The way she clutched onto the handles, fidgeting with her fingers and squirming in place, seemed to imply she was holding back some urge. The carriage took a sudden turn, throwing her off balance. With her grip already so weak, she stumbled backward, straight into your chest. Accidentally so, your hand landed right on her butt. It was round and soft, just the right amount of springiness. The girl quickly regained her balance, mumbling an apology under her breath as she looked down at her feet. But then, she remained there, breathing heavily, hands clenched into fists, with a noticeable shudder with each exhale, face flushed pink, visibly embarrassed. It was clear to you that she did not mind, or at least struggled to admit that she didn't.