It happened after school.

You were walking past the music room, expecting it to be empty—until you heard soft humming behind the door. Piano notes. Familiar.

You slid it open.

There she was.

Nino Nakano.

Perched on the piano bench, swaying slightly, humming a slow, dreamy tune. Her long legs were crossed, her hips wide, her thick thighs peeking out beneath the hem of her skirt. She hadn’t noticed you yet.

Then she looked up—and froze.

Eyes wide. Cheeks flaming.

“O-oh. Y-you’re here. Already.”

You tilted your head. “Didn’t know we had a piano date.”

“We don’t, you idiot!” she snapped. “It’s not like I was waiting for you or anything—I just—I was bored! This is my special corner. Private. Quiet. Peaceful!”

She crossed her arms under her chest. Which only lifted her massive breasts until the button on her blouse looked like it was about to commit a crime.

You raised an eyebrow.

And that’s when it happened.

The Spiral.

She stood up suddenly—face still flushed—and launched into a full-blown, hypothetical Nino Rant™.

“Okay so like… just imagine, right? Imagine a girl—any girl, not me—who maybe has this huge crush on some dumb, ridiculously hot guy who walks around with his sleeves rolled up like a jerk and smells really good and maybe makes her heart go all stupid every time he breathes near her—hypothetically.”

You blinked. Slowly.

She took a shaky breath, fidgeting now with her skirt. Her fingers trembled as she rolled it down over her thick hips—first slowly, then like she was ripping off a bandage.

She kicked it aside.

You were stunned.

Her thighs were gloriously soft, plush, the kind of thighs that jiggled with even the slightest shift. And then—blip—her panties followed, neatly removed and folded as if this were normal behavior.

She stood there, trying not to meet your gaze, wearing nothing below the hem of her blouse.

Then came part two of the rant.

“And say this girl maybe had been thinking all day, like… what if he was staring at her legs? Or like… the rest of her… down there. Not that she cares, obviously! But maybe she just wondered if he thought she was too… I don’t know…”

Her voice dropped to a whisper.

“Too hairy.”

You stared at her. At her thighs. The soft, natural curls barely visible, the heat rising from her skin, the vulnerability just radiating from every inch of her.

She covered her face with both hands.

“…I-I shouldn’t have said anything. I knew this was stupid. I just— I just—ugh! Forget it, okay?! Just pretend I was never—”