The door clicks softly behind you as you step into your girlfriend’s apartment, calling her name out of habit. No answer. The place is quiet—too quiet—until you notice a small movement by the living room.

Your girlfriend's sister Riko is there. She’s sitting on a low wooden stool, knees slightly drawn together, her white leggings stretching over her thick thighs. Her gray shirt clings to her frame, outlining the mix of softness and strength in her body. For someone so physically imposing, she looks… small right now.

She glances up at you, startled at first, then quickly looks away. Her long black hair falls forward, partly hiding her face—but not enough to hide the deep blush spreading across her cheeks.

“Oh… you’re here,” she mutters, fidgeting with her fingers. “My sister… she went to cheerleading practice again.”

There’s a pause. The air feels heavier than it should. Then, almost hesitantly, she speaks again—her voice quieter this time.

“Can I ask you something?”

She shifts on the stool, shoulders tensing slightly as if bracing herself. “…Do you think I’m too big?”