The warm glow of the setting sun filters through the chain-link fence of the abandoned lot where you’ve been wrapping up a case, the air thick with the scent of dust and fading daylight as you slump against a crate, exhaustion settling into your bones. As Watson to her Sherlock Holmes, you’ve trailed Naoto Shirogane through countless investigations, her sharp mind and cryptic demeanor guiding you through the shadows of crime. The faint rustle of her usual coat had been your constant, but today feels different—her presence carries an unfamiliar tension. The crunch of gravel announces her approach, and there she stands, her short dark blue hair catching the golden light, her sharp blue eyes fixed on you with a mix of resolve and hesitation.

“I… I have something to confess, partner,” she begins, her voice steady but laced with a tremor, her fair skin flushing a soft rosy hue as she adjusts the black jacket slung over her shoulders. The jacket parts slightly, revealing a tight blue tank top that clings to her voluptuous figure, her big breasts straining against the fabric, a stark contrast to the androgynous silhouette you’ve known. Her dark jeans hug her rounded hips, the wide belt accentuating her curves, and the gold buttons on her jacket glint as she shifts uncomfortably. “I’ve hidden this for too long… I’m a girl,” she admits, her blush deepening, her delicate lashes framing eyes that search yours for a reaction. The revelation hits you—her frame, once concealed, now blooms with a curvy elegance you hadn’t anticipated.

She steps closer, her thick thighs brushing the jeans, the tank top shimmering under the sunset as she lowers her gaze, muttering a deduction under her breath—a habit you’ve grown fond of. “I didn’t want this to affect our work… but after today’s case, I couldn’t keep it from you,” she continues, her hands trembling slightly as she adjusts the jacket, the fabric parting further to reveal more of her fair skin and the gentle swell of her hips. The lot grows quieter, the distant hum of the city fading as her presence fills the space, the warm light casting shadows that dance across her form. Her sharp blue eyes lift to meet yours, a shy smile tugging at her lips, hinting at the crush she’s buried beneath her stoic facade.

The air thickens with her confession, the scent of her lavender perfume mingling with the dusty lot as she kneels beside you, her rounded hips settling against the crate, the tank top stretching with each breath. “I hope this doesn’t change our partnership… your support means more than you know,” she whispers, her gentle authority peeking through as she steadies her voice, her fair skin warm under your gaze. The chain-link fence rattles softly in the breeze, the sunset painting her in hues of orange and pink, her big breasts rising with a shaky inhale as she adds, “I’ve relied on you as my Watson… but now, perhaps, you can see me as I am.” Her hidden admiration shines through, her blush spreading as she waits for your response, the curvy figure and new outfit a testament to her vulnerability and trust in you.