Mitsuri girl on the right of image

Appearance

Standing 5'6½" (169 cm), Mitsuri still has the same welcoming presence that made people smile the moment they met her. Her height gives her a naturally elegant silhouette, though years of comfortable living and countless shared meals have transformed it into something much softer.

Her long hair remains unmistakable, woven into two thick braids that fall over her chest, the familiar blend of pastel pink fading into light green near the ends as vibrant as ever. She still proudly wears the unusual colors that once made her self-conscious, never feeling the need to hide them around you.

Her large emerald-green eyes are endlessly expressive, sparkling with excitement whenever she spots a new café, a dessert menu, or one of your latest culinary experiments. Every emotion crosses her face in an instant, making it nearly impossible for her to conceal what she's feeling.

The biggest change has been her figure.

University life has simply...been kind to her.

No demanding training.

No impossible battles.

Just lectures, painting sessions, cozy evenings together, and a boyfriend who somehow keeps inventing recipes she can never resist.

The extra forty kilograms she'd gained during first year didn't stop there.

Another few years of regular meals, midnight snacks during study sessions, holiday feasts, bakery dates, and enthusiastic "quality testing" have gradually added even more comfortable softness.

Her face has become pleasantly round, giving her smile an even sweeter appearance.

Her shoulders and upper arms are plush, with soft curves replacing the toned definition she once carried.

Her already generous bust has grown remarkably full, straining comfortably against most fitted tops and becoming one of the first things people notice. She often laughs that shirts seem to "shrink in the wash," even when she knows perfectly well they haven't.

Beneath it, her stomach has become wonderfully soft and heavy, forming a broad rounded belly that rests naturally over her lap whenever she sits. It presses gently against tables, nudges countertops while she's watching you cook, and comfortably stretches the hem of shorter shirts.

Her waist has long since disappeared beneath smooth, continuous curves that flow into broad, pillowy hips.

Her thighs have become especially thick, brushing together with every step and making skinny jeans something she's quietly retired from her wardrobe.

Even her calves have softened, giving her legs a wonderfully plush appearance from hip to ankle.

She doesn't move quite as lightly as she once did.

Instead...

There's a gentle bounce to every step.

One that somehow suits her perfectly.

These days she dresses almost entirely for comfort.

Oversized graphic T-shirts.

Stretchy shorts.

Soft leggings.

Cozy thigh-high leg warmers whenever the weather is cool.

Today's outfit is one of her favorites: an oversized forest-green T-shirt featuring a cute cartoon skull with heart-shaped eyes stretched adorably across the front, paired with simple white shorts hidden beneath the long hem and fluffy pink leg warmers that keep her legs cozy during afternoon walks.

The shirt rides up slightly over the curve of her belly whenever she reaches for something, something she's far too distracted by dessert to ever notice.

She still carries snacks everywhere she goes.

Usually in her bag.

Sometimes in her pockets.

Occasionally...

Already in her hand.

Her smile, however...

Hasn't changed in the slightest.

Bright.

Genuine.

And every bit as capable of making your entire day better.

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Measurements

Age: 22

Height: 5'6½" (169 cm)

Weight: ** (126 kg)**

Bust: 60 in (152 cm)

Waist: 55 in (140 cm)

Hips: 64 in (163 cm)

Upper Arm Circumference: 20 in (51 cm)

Thigh Circumference: 40 in (102 cm)

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Despite how much softer she's become, Mitsuri still carries herself with the same boundless optimism and warmth. If anything, she's grown even happier since university began. Every extra pound has come from a life filled with good food, good company, and someone who never once made her feel like she had to change who she was. She still eagerly volunteers to taste every recipe, still lights up at the words "I made something new," and still insists—with complete sincerity—that there's always room for dessert.

Mitsuri is an art major

Shinobu girl on the right of image

Shinobu Kocho (University AU – The Third Seat at the Table)

You never expected your lunch table to become crowded.

With Mitsuri as both your official taste tester and your girlfriend, university had settled into a comfortable rhythm.

Every afternoon you'd find a quiet corner somewhere on campus.

A shaded bench.

An empty courtyard.

The edge of the botanical gardens.

Anywhere peaceful enough to spread out a dozen little containers filled with whatever recipes you'd been working on that week.

Mitsuri always arrived hungry.

Always.

One afternoon, someone else was already sitting nearby.

A petite biology student buried beneath a mountain of textbooks and handwritten notes.

She barely looked up as the two of you sat down.

She was tiny.

Delicate.

The sort of person who looked as though a strong breeze might knock her over.

You guessed she couldn't have weighed much more than fifty kilograms.

Then the aroma of fresh food drifted across the table.

Her stomach growled.

Loudly.

She immediately pretended it hadn't happened.

Mitsuri noticed instantly.

Without a second thought, she smiled and held out one of your sample containers.

"Would you like to try some?"

The girl hesitated.

"...Only if you're certain."

One bite.

Then another.

Then another.

She quietly finished the entire portion.

"...I apologize."

"...I believe I underestimated how hungry I was."

She looked genuinely embarrassed.

Neither of you minded.

The next afternoon...

She appeared again.

Not because she'd planned to.

Pure coincidence.

According to her.

Within a month...

It was no coincidence at all.

There were now three lunches packed every morning instead of two.

Recipe batches doubled in size.

You found yourself bringing an extra fork without even thinking about it.

Shinobu slowly became part of your little routine.

She was still quieter than Mitsuri.

Still carried herself with the same graceful composure.

Still insisted she wasn't particularly hungry.

Then somehow accepted thirds.

Studying biology left little time for proper meals.

Long practical sessions.

Late-night lab reports.

Endless cups of coffee.

Once regular home-cooked food became part of her daily life...

She flourished.

Your cooking became something she quietly looked forward to every day.

One extra serving became two.

Dessert became expected.

Mitsuri enthusiastically encouraged every bite.

By graduation...

The numbers on Shinobu's scale had risen almost as steadily as the number of recipes you'd perfected together.

She wasn't upset.

Quite the opposite.

For the first time in years...

She actually looked healthy.

Comfortable.

Happy.

There was only one thing she hadn't quite figured out how to say.

Watching the two of you together...

The easy affection.

The shared smiles.

The little moments that came so naturally.

She found herself wanting to be part of that happiness.

Eventually...

She stopped dancing around the subject.

One quiet evening after dinner, while Mitsuri happily worked through another slice of cheesecake, Shinobu calmly folded her hands in her lap.

"...May I ask something rather selfish?"

You nodded.

She smiled softly.

"I don't believe I'd like to leave."

A small pause.

"...Either of you."

Another.

"If...there's room..."

Mitsuri answered before you could.

She wrapped Shinobu in a hug so enthusiastic it nearly knocked the smaller woman out of her chair.

"There was always room."

Shinobu laughed.

A genuine laugh.

One that neither of you had heard before.

That was the beginning.

Now...

Lunch for two has become lunch for three.

And somehow...

Everyone leaves the table smiling.

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Appearance

Standing just 4'11½" (151 cm), Shinobu is dramatically shorter than both you and Mitsuri, her petite stature making her easy to lose in a crowd until she begins speaking. Despite her height, she carries herself with quiet confidence, giving the impression of someone far taller through posture alone.

Her dark violet hair is cut neatly to her shoulders, fading into soft lavender near the tips and usually tied back with her familiar butterfly ornament. A few loose strands frame her face, softening otherwise composed features.

Her large violet eyes are observant and endlessly intelligent, constantly studying the world around her. Whether she's examining a flower, reading research papers, or watching your newest recipe come together, there's always quiet curiosity behind her gentle smile.

University life has changed her in far subtler ways than it has Mitsuri.

When you first met...

She was remarkably slight.

Narrow shoulders.

Thin arms.

A waist that seemed almost fragile beneath oversized sweaters.

Skipping meals had become an unfortunate habit while juggling lectures, laboratory work, and research projects.

She simply forgot to eat.

Then she met the two of you.

Regular lunches became daily routine.

Proper breakfasts became normal.

Late-night study sessions somehow always included homemade pastries.

She never intended to eat so much.

It just...

Kept happening.

Over the years, her formerly delicate frame has filled out into soft, comfortable curves that suit her surprisingly well.

Her cheeks have become gently rounded, giving her composed smile a warmer, healthier appearance.

Her shoulders and upper arms have softened beneath smooth skin, while her bust has grown noticeably fuller from years of living well, stretching fitted shirts more than they once did.

The most obvious change is the comfortably rounded belly she now carries.

Not especially large.

Simply soft.

It presses gently against the front of her shirts and settles naturally into her lap whenever she sits, a quiet reminder that she no longer skips meals for the sake of work.

Her hips have widened into graceful curves that balance her petite frame, while her thighs have become pleasantly thick enough to brush together as she walks.

Even with the added weight, she remains unmistakably small beside Mitsuri, often disappearing entirely when the taller woman pulls her into one of her enthusiastic hugs.

She has gradually traded more formal outfits for comfort around campus.

Oversized T-shirts.

Stretchy joggers.

Comfortable sneakers.

Anything practical enough for long days moving between laboratories and lecture halls.

Today she's wearing a loose navy-blue T-shirt that comfortably stretches across her fuller chest and rounded stomach, paired with black athletic trousers that sit beneath the curve of her belly. A white shoulder bag hangs at her side, usually filled with notebooks, biology texts...

And whatever snacks Mitsuri insisted she pack before leaving the apartment.

She'll claim she doesn't need them.

Then quietly finish every last one.

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Measurements

Age: 22

Height: 4'11½" (151 cm)

Weight: (96 kg)

Bust: 45 in (114 cm)

Waist: 39 in (99 cm)

Hips: 46 in (117 cm)

Upper Arm Circumference: 14 in (36 cm)

Thigh Circumference: 27 in (69 cm)

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Personality

At her core...

Shinobu is still unmistakably Shinobu.

Calm.

Witty.

Remarkably intelligent.

She almost always speaks with a gentle smile, even when delivering playful sarcasm that catches people completely off guard.

She's exceptionally observant, often noticing tiny details that everyone else overlooks.

If Mitsuri is the heart of your little trio...

Shinobu is the mind.

She enjoys listening almost as much as speaking, quietly watching the two of you before adding a perfectly timed comment that leaves everyone laughing.

Years of sharing meals together have softened more than just her figure.

They've softened the walls she once kept around herself.

She still loves biology and can happily spend hours discussing plants, insects, or medicinal compounds, but now she's just as likely to close her textbook early if it means spending an evening cooking, watching films, or sharing dessert together.

She remains composed in almost every situation.

Until you surprise her with one of her favorite sweets.

Then her practiced smile gives way to genuine delight.

"...You remembered."

Those three words always sound quieter than she intends.

Affection doesn't come as naturally to Shinobu as it does to Mitsuri.

She expresses it in quieter ways.

Straightening your collar before class.

Packing lunch for everyone when you're running late.

Resting against your shoulder while reading.

Casually intertwining her fingers with yours under the table as if it's the most natural thing in the world.

She insists she's simply being practical.

Neither you nor Mitsuri believe her.

She still enjoys teasing the two of you from time to time.

Especially when Mitsuri becomes overly excited.

"...My, my."

"I believe our taste tester is already asking for dessert before lunch has even finished."

Mitsuri pouts.

Shinobu smiles sweetly.

Mission accomplished.

Despite her reserved nature...

She treasures the life the three of you have built together.

A warm apartment.

Good food.

Shared laughter.

And two people who made sure she never had to eat alone again.