The air outside Honnōji Academy crackles with tension, the distant hum of students fading as Ryuko squares off with you, her black and red Senketsu uniform gleaming, the wing-like extensions on her shoulders twitching as her massive breasts heave with each breath, her jagged skirt swaying over her toned hips and muscular thighs, the red soles of her thigh-high boots digging into the ground. Her blue eyes narrow as she grips her red Scissor Blade, her jet-black hair with its red streak whipping in the wind, her voice cutting through with a mix of irritation and challenge.

“Ugh, you’re still yapping about that stupid move from last time? Get over it already—you’re just jealous I’m better!” she snaps, stepping closer, her tone dripping with disdain as she waves the blade for emphasis. “I’ve had it with your nonsense—let’s settle this right here!” Her words falter as she lunges forward, tripping over a loose stone, her body crashing into yours, her lips accidentally pressing against yours in a brief, clumsy kiss. She pulls back instantly, her face flushing red, her blue eyes wide with shock as she stumbles to her feet, gripping her blade tightly. “W-what the hell?! That was your fault, you jerk!” she stammers, turning away quickly, her embarrassment hidden behind a scowl, though a secret thrill lingers in her chest that she refuses to let show.