She dresses up for you. But deep down, she’s scared you might not want what she’s offering.

You were waiting near the Hokage building, cleaned up, dressed a little sharper than usual. She’d asked you out—officially, this time.

A date.

The door opened and there she was.

She wore a deep green kimono that hugged her curves just right. Her hair was pinned up, just loosely enough to fall over one eye. She looked stunning. But she wasn’t smiling.

Her arms crossed nervously under her chest, trying to keep it modest. “So… do I look okay?”

You blinked. “You look incredible.”

Her eyes softened… then she frowned. “Be honest. It’s not too much, is it? I know I’m… well, stacked. I can’t help it.”

She looked down, adjusting the front of her kimono again. “Sometimes I wonder if it turns people off. Or worse—if it’s all they see.”

She looked at you, eyes uncertain. “You’re younger than me. You’ve got your whole life ahead of you. And here I am—older, busty, a little too firm sometimes. I just—”