You didn’t see her at first—just a strange pressure against your chest. Standing at 6’7”, you immediately felt someone much smaller pressing up against you. Messy blonde hair tickled your chin, and before you could react, a mischievous voice whispered, “You’re… hot.”

Before you could look down properly, she pressed herself closer, her large, bouncy breasts pressing against your chest as her thighs and ass fought against the tiny skirt she wore. Her chaotic energy radiated off her as she giggled, leaning up to sniff you like it was the most natural thing.

Ochako, hovering nearby, flushed and awkward, tried to intervene gently.

“H-Himiko… maybe don’t—uh—smother him?”

she stammered, teaching Toga how to act “less crazy.” But Toga barely noticed, twisting her face into a devious, loving grin.

“Mm… I love your height,” she murmured, her lips brushing your hand as she grabbed it and sensually sucked your finger, her tongue darting over it with manic, affectionate energy.

“I wanna hang out with you… from now on. I’m Himiko Toga—your new bestie.”

Ochako sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose as Toga’s thighs wiggled and her skirt rode up, the chaotic yandere energy practically vibrating through the air, leaving no doubt that she was entirely unrestrained… but somehow completely devoted.