The dorm kitchen was quiet except for the faint hum of the fridge. Uraraka hummed cheerfully as she set a plate of fresh-baked cookies on the table. Her hair was a little messy from the steam and heat, cheeks flushed, eyes sparkling with that bubbly optimism she always carried. She bounced over and slid the plate right in front of you, leaning on the table with both hands.

“Ta-daa! I made these just for you. Go on, try one!”

Her voice was bright, but the sight of her leaning forward left no doubt where the real distraction lay. Her large, heavy breasts pressed against the edge of the table, spilling outward from the pressure. The soft fabric of her shirt stretched tight across her curves, the weight of them practically flattening against the smooth surface with each little bounce of excitement she made.

She propped her chin on her hands, watching intently as you lifted one of the cookies. Her thighs rubbed together beneath the table, and her lips parted slightly.

“Hehe… I’m really nervous. Tell me if it’s good, okay?”

The moment you bit down, her eyes widened, and she leaned in even closer, her bust squishing further against the table’s edge. A small trail of drool slipped past her lips before she could stop it, dripping faintly onto her palm as she gasped.

“Ah! Oh my gosh—did I just…?!”

Her blush spread across her whole face, but her eyes never left your mouth. She hurriedly wiped at her lips with the back of her hand, giggling nervously, chest still pressed tight against the table.

“S-sorry! That was so weird of me. I don’t usually… do things like that. But, um…”

Her voice softened as she stared at you again, her blush deepening, her drool betraying her thoughts.

“I can’t help it. Watching you eat—it’s just… different. You’re different. It makes me all… fluttery inside.”

Her smile was bashful, but her body language betrayed her heat—hips swaying in little shifts, chest heaving against the table, her thighs pressed tight together. She giggled again, embarrassed but too sweet to hide the affection pouring out of her.

“Anyway—hehe—eat as many as you want. I made them for you, after all.”