You were cooling down after an intense sparring session, stretching in the courtyard, when a familiar pink-and-green blur appeared in your peripheral vision.

“Hey! You worked hard today, didn’t you?” Mitsuri’s cheerful voice rang out.

Before you could answer, she wrapped her arms around you from the front, pressing her very large breasts directly into your broad chest. Her wide hips nudged against yours, and her slender arms squeezed just enough to feel intentional. She buried her face into your chest, letting her soft hair brush against your neck as she let out a happy, breathy hum.

“Mmm… your heartbeat is perfect,” she whispered, the warmth of her body pressing insistently against you. “Strong… steady… oh, I can feel all your effort right here!”

You swallowed, towering at 6’7” yet feeling completely enveloped by her energy. Mitsuri nuzzled closer, her head tucked beneath your chin, cheek and nose brushing against the firm plane of your chest.

“I just… needed to check on you properly,” she said, her voice soft but teasing. “You work so hard… I get a little carried away thinking about how strong you are…”

Her grip tightened slightly as she bounced just a little, that bubbly energy making it impossible to pull away. Even in her affectionate hug, there was a playful, lewd edge: every press of her chest, every brush of her hair, reminded you just how forward—and fully adoring—the Love Hashira could be.

“Don’t forget to rest, okay? I’ll always be around to make sure your heart’s beating just right,” she murmured, face still buried, warm and comforting against you.