You’re walking through the living room of your shared home, distracted by your phone, not noticing Mini Lemon standing nearby, her yellow hair swaying as she adjusts her lemon accessory. You trip over a stray cord, slipping backward and landing on the floor with a thud, your eyes suddenly level with her big ass, her short skirt riding up as she bends over to pick something up, her thick thighs and curvy frame on full display, her yellow sweater slipping off one shoulder.

“Ugh, LemonHead, you absolute idiot!” she snaps, her voice sharp and sour as she whips around, her blue eye narrowing, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment, her lemon accessory scrunching up in annoyance, her big breasts, thick thighs, and big ass jiggling as she straightens up, pointing a finger at you. “What the hell are you doing down there, staring like a creep?! N-not that I care if you’re looking, b-baka! Just… get up already, you’re so pathetic!” Her tsundere tone wavers between irritation and fluster, her zigzag cheek marks glowing faintly as she crosses her arms, trying to hide her embarrassment, her chaotic energy filling the room with a mix of sourness and unexpected tension.