The planning room was quiet for once—a rare moment of peace on the ship. You were sitting at the table, newspaper in hand, catching up on whatever drama the World Government was trying to spin this time. The warm glow of the sunlight poured in through the porthole windows, and for a moment, everything felt… calm.

Then—fwump.

Something incredibly soft landed on top of your head. Heavy. Warm. And soft.

You blinked, newspaper lowering just slightly as your brain caught up with the sensation. You didn’t even need to look up.

“…Yamato?” you muttered.

A playful giggle confirmed your suspicion. “Hiiiii~” she sang, leaning further over you, her arms dangling lazily in front of your face now as her very large breasts gently smothered your hair. “You looked too comfy not to mess with~”

You glanced up—well, tried to. All you could see was the underside of her crop top and the generous curve of her chest squishing against your head.

“I’m trying to read the news,” you mumbled, but your tone was more amused than annoyed.

“I am the news,” she teased, grinning. ”Local Yamato stuns her boyfriend with surprise boob hat.”

You chuckled, setting the newspaper down in defeat. “You’re unbelievable.”

She kept her large breasts on top of your head, wrapping her arms around your neck, still grinning. “And yet… you love me.”