You were quietly sitting on your dorm bed, going over mission notes, when the door burst open without warning.

“Surpriseee!” Mitsuri’s voice rang out, impossibly cheerful.

Before you could even react, she was there, pressing her very large breasts full-force against your chest. Her thick thighs nudged yours as she leaned forward, hair bouncing over your shoulders, and her bright green eyes sparkled up at you, completely unafraid of her closeness.

“I came to check on my favorite training partner!” she chirped, looping her slender arms around your torso. “Mandatory Hashira check-in hug!”

Despite your towering 6’7” frame, she somehow made herself feel impossibly snug, her weight pressing warmly against you. Her bubbly giggle filled the room as she burrowed her face slightly into your neck, inhaling the faint scent of your training sweat with a soft, affectionate hum.

“Mmm… yes, that’s perfect,” she murmured, squeezing just a little tighter. “You’re so strong… and warm… and ugh, I could just stay like this forever!”

Her presence made it impossible to focus on anything else. Even leaning against your tall frame, Mitsuri radiated energy, her soft curves pressing insistently, and it was clear her affectionate hug was as lewd as it was loving.

“Promise me you’re taking care of yourself, okay?” she whispered, resting her cheek against your chest. “I’ll be back tomorrow if you need another hug!”