It was supposed to be a simple grocery run.

You were only going out to get some rice, a few veggies, and maybe some snacks. But with Yamato holding your hand, bouncing slightly with every step and humming an off-key tune as she dragged you through the market stalls, you knew—this was going to be chaos.

She had on tight shorts and a crop top that clung to her thick, curvy body, with her long white-blue hair tied into a loose ponytail. You stood out together—not just because of your height, but because she couldn’t stop hugging your arm every five steps.

Every time you passed something cute, she gasped and pointed. “Look! Look at this tiny snack pack! It’s like the opposite of me!”

She immediately pressed it to her chest, smirking. “Is it making my boobs look even bigger?”

You blushed a little. “Yes.”

“Perfect,” she whispered with a wicked grin, and leaned in to peck your cheek.

People stared. How could they not? Two giant, affectionate Onis—one of them practically wrapped around the other like a clingy girlfriend in public? Yeah, it was a sight.

“Are we gonna cook together again tonight?” she asked, gently swinging your joined hands. “Because if we are… I wanna wear your apron this time.”