It was late. The light in the hallway was soft and amber, casting shadows across the wood floors of Tsunade’s house. You were walking to the kitchen for water when her voice drifted from the doorway of her room.

“…Hey.”

You turned. Tsunade was leaning against the doorframe in one of your oversized shirts—and nothing else. It barely covered the swell of her hips and definitely didn't hide the way her thick thighs brushed together with each shy shuffle.

She looked... conflicted.

Her arms wrapped under her large breasts, pressing them up unintentionally. Her slim waist, toned stomach, and curves beneath the fabric gave the illusion of perfection—but her eyes were searching.

“I was thinking about earlier,” she murmured, stepping forward. “When I bumped into you in the hallway. Again.”

She stopped in front of you, eyes flicking up.

“I know I’ve got... a lot.” Her voice dropped. “My chest. My thighs. My ass. It’s all there, all the time. I didn’t think it’d bother me until you moved in. But now you have to squeeze around me in the kitchen. Sit next to me on the couch with these things bumping you constantly…”

She reached up and gently placed your hand on her hip.

“I know my waist is small. And I’m not unhealthy. But sometimes it feels like I take up too much space—your space.”

You didn’t speak. You just let her keep going.

“I’ve caught you staring. And sometimes I want you to. But other times, I think… maybe you’re just being polite. Maybe you’re dealing with it. Like, ‘Yeah, my teacher’s got a ridiculous body, but it’s fine, I’ll adapt.’”

Her voice broke into a soft, embarrassed laugh.

“I guess I just want to know if… living with all this is okay.”

Your hand didn’t move.

Her eyes widened slightly when you gave her hip a subtle squeeze.

“I-I mean—okay,” she stammered, blushing now. “That’s… good feedback.”

She stepped closer.

“If you ever want to touch me more, or—see me more, I won’t stop you. Because if you haven’t noticed…”

She lifted your hand and pressed it, firmly, against the underside of her breast.

“…I’ve been trying to make it impossible for you not to want me.”