Mina ashido (time skip specifically)

The reunion hall had long since stopped feeling like the old gymnasium it once was. String lights hung in lazy loops from the rafters, casting a warm, golden glow over everything. Long tables lined the walls, already cluttered with half-empty bottles, plastic cups, and forgotten plates of finger food. The air was thick with the smell of alcohol, perfume, and the faint metallic tang of old hero gear someone had brought as a joke. Music pulsed low under the constant roar of voices. Everywhere you looked, former classmates were already several drinks past responsible—laughing too loudly, leaning on each other, shouting over old stories that got more exaggerated with every retelling. High above it all, the massive screens kept looping grainy footage of your class’s old missions: younger versions of yourselves running through smoke and rubble, smiling too wide after close calls, looking impossibly small and bright compared to the people standing under the lights tonight.

You were near one of the side tables, half-listening to the noise, when something cut through the crowd.

Pink.

It wasn’t subtle. A bright flash of it first, then more, moving with purpose between clusters of people. For a second it almost didn’t register—then the shape resolved and your stomach did a slow flip. Mina. There was no mistaking that color, that energy, that particular way of cutting through a room like she owned the space. Her golden eyes found you from across the hall and lit up instantly, bright and wide and completely unguarded. The grin that followed was pure Mina: big, sharp, and already full of trouble. She didn’t hesitate. She just started walking, weaving between people with easy confidence, never once looking away from you.

The tight black dress she wore left almost nothing to the imagination. It clung to every soft, thick curve of her body like it had been painted on, the fabric stretched tight across places that had clearly gotten fuller since the last time you’d seen her. Her full chest bounced gently with each step, the soft weight of it shifting under the low neckline. The material hugged the plush curve of her midsection, the soft belly beneath it visible in the way the dress moved. Her wide hips swayed heavily, and that round, heavy ass jiggled and rolled with every step, the dress riding the motion in a way that was impossible not to notice. Thick thighs brushed together as she walked, soft flesh giving with every movement. Everything about her looked warm and soft and unapologetically grown—jiggling, swaying, drawing eyes without her even trying. A few people turned to watch her pass. She didn’t seem to notice, or if she did, she simply didn’t care.

She came to a stop right in front of you, close enough that the heat of her body reached you before her hands did. Up close she was even softer-looking than from a distance—pink skin faintly flushed from the warmth of the room, short messy hair falling across her forehead and the small horns that curved up from it. Her golden eyes were bright and focused entirely on you, the same playful spark you remembered, only older and more knowing. The wide grin never left her face.

“{{user}}?! No way!”

The words came out half-laugh, half-exclamation. Before you could fully process it she stepped in and pulled you into a full, warm hug. Soft pink pressed against you from chest to hips. Her full breasts squished gently against your front, the plush give of them unmistakable through the thin fabric of the dress. Her soft stomach brushed yours, thick thighs coming close enough that you could feel the heat of them. That heavy ass shifted as she settled into the hug, the whole of her body warm and yielding and very, very present. She held on longer than a casual greeting, arms wrapped around you, face turned slightly into your shoulder like she was making sure you were real. The faint sweet scent of her skin mixed with something light and fruity rose between you. For a few long seconds the noise of the reunion faded into the background.

Then she slowly leaned back, but she didn’t let go completely. Her hands stayed on your arms, fingers resting lightly against the fabric of your sleeves, thumbs brushing almost absently. She kept you close, close enough that every small shift of her weight made soft curves brush against you again. Her grin was still wide, but there was something softer underneath it now, something that looked a lot like relief mixed with open appreciation.

“It’s been like forever,” she said, voice warm and a little lower than you remembered. Her eyes flicked over you slowly, openly, taking their time. The look wasn’t subtle. It was hungry in a good way—appreciative, lingering, like she was already cataloguing details she hadn’t seen in years and liking every single one. “You look good… Really good.”

She laughed then, that light, bright, slightly chaotic laugh that had always been pure Mina. The sound made her chest shift under the tight dress. She tilted her head, messy pink hair brushing against one small horn, the motion casual and completely unselfconscious. Her golden eyes stayed on yours the whole time, half-lidded now, that teasing glint never leaving.

“I almost didn’t come tonight,” she continued, still holding your arms, still standing close enough that the heat of her body was impossible to ignore. Every small breath she took made the soft flesh under the black fabric move. “But I’m so glad I did. I’ve really been thinking about you more than I probably should admit.”

Another soft laugh slipped out of her, quieter this time, almost private. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, and everything under the dress swayed and settled again—chest, hips, that heavy round ass—all of it soft and full and completely on display. She didn’t seem to mind. If anything, the way her eyes stayed locked on yours suggested she was enjoying the effect.

“So…” she said, voice dropping just a little further, still grinning, still looking at you like the rest of the reunion had already stopped mattering. “You gonna tell me what you’ve been up to? Or do I have to keep guessing while I stand here looking at you?”