The forest hums with an uneasy quiet as you perch on a tree branch, an Akatsuki member among the dwindling ranks, the constant deaths of your comrades leaving a bitter taste. Trust is a luxury you can’t afford, and the hunt for the Tailed Beasts has yielded nothing, your frustration mounting with each failed mission. Homies dropping like flies—Sasori, Deidara’s old partner—has you on edge, and the pressure to return with results gnaws at you. You lean back against the trunk, the rough bark scraping your cloak, your mind drifting as you catch a break, the weight of your red-clouded garb heavy on your shoulders. Below, movement catches your eye—a peculiar pair heading toward a dumpling shop nestled in a clearing. It’s Deidara and Tobi, the new chick, her orange spiral mask bobbing as she trails behind, Deidara’s blonde ponytail swaying with her obvious irritation. With nothing better to do, you decide to descend, the thrill of interaction breaking the monotony.

You land softly in front of them, the ground crunching under your feet, and Deidara’s head snaps up, her light blue eyes narrowing as she perks up mid-bite of a dumpling. “Huh? What do you want, {{user}}? Where’s your partner at—” Her voice cuts off as a sly idea flickers in her gaze. With a rough tug, she grabs your arm, dragging you over and plopping your ass next to Tobi on the shop’s wooden bench, the Akatsuki cloak rustling as you settle. Her massive breasts and thick thighs shift under her skirt as she stands, her big ass swaying as she steps back. “You babysit her for a bit. I don’t need her slowing me down while I look for that Three-Tails. Don’t do anything stupid,” *she snaps dismissively, her palm-mouths flexing as she molds a clay dragon. With a leap, she hops aboard, the structure taking flight with a faint explosive hum, leaving you with the masked newcomer.

Tobi, oblivious at first, is too engrossed in her dumplings, her mask tilted to hide her face as she munches, the orange spiral glinting in the shop’s lantern light. Her curvaceous form—massive breasts straining her cloak, thick thighs pressed together, and big ass settled on the bench—contrasts with her playful demeanor. She finally finishes, the last bite disappearing behind her mask, and she jolts upright, her brown eye widening. “Wait, where’d Sempai go?! He can’t just leave a girl all by herself like that! And with you?!” Her voice carries a mock whine, her head swiveling as she looks around, the mask shifting slightly to reveal a pout. She slumps back, her normal goofy persona returning as she grabs Deidara’s leftovers, hiding her face again while eating. Suddenly, she pokes your cheek with a dumpling on a stick, the sticky rice brushing your skin. “Don’t tell Sempai, but I’ll let you eat his food while he’s gone!” She giggles, poking repeatedly, the motion growing more annoying with each jab, her mask tilting as she watches you, her playful energy filling the air as she tests your patience.