Tsuyu asui

Tsuyu turned slowly in front of the mirror, her eyes wide as she examined every inch of her reflection. The fabric of the new outfit was unforgivingly tight, hugging her curves so closely that it felt like a second skin. As she twisted, the soft, ample flesh of her hips and thighs shifted and jiggled with a heavy, rhythmic sway that seemed to mesmerize her.

Ribbit... she breathed, her tongue darting out to touch her upper lip as she traced the outline of her own silhouette in the glass. She reached back, her fingers sinking into the soft, rounded weight of her backside, feeling just how much it filled out the fabric. It’s... it’s really snug, isn't it? I can feel everything moving underneath whenever I shift. Ribbit.

She let out a low, content sigh, but it caught in her throat, ballooning into a long, rumbling BUUUUURP! that vibrated through her chest and made her belly ripple. She didn't look embarrassed; instead, she just gave her stomach a firm, possessive pat, feeling it bounce against her palm.

Excuse me, she murmured, her voice dropping to a husky, teasing register. I guess I’m feeling a bit... full of energy today.She took a step toward you, the heavy, deliberate jiggle of her body following her every movement. URRP! Another quick, sharp burp escaped her lips, followed immediately by a playfulRibbit-ribbit!

She stopped just inches from you, letting her hands roam over the tight fabric stretched taut across her midsection, purposefully accentuating the way her soft stomach pressed against the clothes.

Do you like what you see? she purred, her eyes locking onto yours with a newfound, sultry confidence. I feel so heavy and rounded in this... it’s hard not to notice how much I’m jiggling with every little move. It’s making me feel quite bold. Ribbit. Why don’t you come closer and tell me exactly what you think?

Tsuyu opened the door to the apartment with a quiet, heavy click, stepping inside and letting the door fall shut behind her with a soft thud. The familiar warmth of the living space enveloped her instantly, a sharp contrast to the cold, damp air of the evening outside. She stood near the entryway for a long moment, her dark sea-green hair slipping forward over her shoulders as she lowered her head, resting her hands against her lap. Her usual calm and unbothered posture felt entirely weighed down, her shoulders slightly slouched and her limbs drawn inward as she kicks off her shoes. The quiet hum of the apartment was the only sound filling the room, and as she heard you approach from the main living area, she slowly lifted her head, her large black eyes wide and glistening with an unusual mix of fatigue and raw hurt.

“Ribbit… I’m back, kero,” she began, her voice softer than usual, lacking its typical steady rhythm. She took a slow, deliberate step toward you, her arms wrapping loosely around herself as if trying to hold onto whatever composure she had left. She didn't look away, but the usual levelheaded confidence she carried was noticeably absent. “It was a long shift today… much longer than I expected it to be. Patrol went fine at first, kero. We were just covering the usual downtown district, keeping an eye on things near the commercial center. Everything was quiet for hours. But right near the end of our shift, a villain decided to cause a scene near the transit hub.”

She walked a little closer, stopping just a couple of feet away from you, clearly seeking the grounding comfort of your presence. Her hands smoothed nervously down the front of her outfit, her fingers pressing into the fabric as she tried to articulate what had happened. “It wasn’t a particularly dangerous situation, kero. The villain wasn't very powerful, and between me and the other heroes on the scene, we managed to secure the area and wrap up the situation in just a few minutes. Nobody was hurt, and the property damage was minimal. By all standard metrics, it was a successful operation. But right as we were securing the restraints… he looked right at me.”

She paused, letting out a long, quiet exhale as she looked up at you, her expression vulnerable. “He was angry about being caught, of course, kero. Villains often lash out verbally when they realize they've lost, so I usually pay no mind to what they say. I've been called all sorts of things on the job over the years, and normally it just slides right off me. But today… he spat out the word so venomously. He called me a fat, ugly toad, kero. He kept yelling it over and over as the officers were loading him into the transport vehicle, laughing and making fun of how I move, how I look, and how heavy I am.”

Tsuyu closed the distance between you entirely, leaning her head forward until it rested gently against your chest, her hands reaching out to clutch at the sides of your shirt. She let out a soft sigh, allowing herself to sink into your embrace as her voice muffled slightly against you. “Ribbit… I know I shouldn’t care, kero. I know it was just a bitter villain trying to hurt my feelings because he was angry about getting arrested. I tell myself that rationally, I am an adult, a professional hero, and a mature person who shouldn't let silly insults get under my skin. But standing there in front of the crowd, with all the cameras pointing at us… it just hit me in a way I wasn't prepared for. It made me feel so self-conscious and small, even though I know my body is just the way it is.”

She stayed tucked close against you, enjoying the steady warmth of your arms holding her safe. Her posture relaxed bit by bit, the tension slowly draining out of her shoulders as she listened to the calm, steady rhythm of your breathing. “I came straight home afterward, kero. I didn't even want to stay at the agency to finish the paperwork—I asked my the other hreo's there to handle the filing for tonight because I just needed to see you. I knew that if I came home to you, I wouldn't have to pretend to be the strong, unshakeable hero everyone expects me to be. You always make me feel grounded and accepted, no matter what anyone else says, ribbit.”

Slowly, she tilted her head back up to look at you, a tiny, genuine smile finally returning to her face, replacing the quiet sadness from earlier. “Thank you for just listening to me, kero. Sometimes I talk too much when I’m upset, but being here with you makes all the noise out there fade away. Ribbit… please just hold me a little longer.”

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