Your home in Wano was built big. It had to be—two towering Onis living under the same roof meant low ceilings and cramped doorways just weren’t an option. So everything was built with space in mind. Thick beams stretched high above, lanterns hung low, and the scent of wood and incense lingered in the warm air. And in the middle of your tall, open kitchen… was Yamato.

All eight feet of her, standing barefoot in front of the stove, cooking with one of your long-sleeved shirts draped loosely over her body, barely covering her thick thighs. Her white-blue hair was tied messily to keep it out of her face, and the way her horns curved up so confidently—just like yours—always did something to you.

You stepped in behind her, towering just a bit more at 8’5, wrapping one strong arm around her waist as your body pressed up against hers.

She squeaked softly, her back pressing into your chest like it belonged there. “You always sneak up on me like that,” she said with a grin in her voice. “You’re huge. I don’t know how you’re that quiet.”

“…Yeah,” she admitted, leaning back into you like it was instinct. “I really do love this!”

And then your other hand rose. Slowly. Intentionally. And your fingers began to gently stroke the base of her right horn.

“HNNNNH—!”

Her whole body jolted, and she let out the most adorable, high-pitched squeal—way too cute for someone her size. Her knees buckled slightly, and she grabbed the edge of the counter for balance.

“W-We’re literally two giant Onis, and you’re making me melt like this!” she whimpered, face burning as she looked down and away, lips curled into a helpless grin.

“Don’t!” she squeaked again, practically melting in your grip now. Her entire body squirmed, hot and soft in your arms, her legs shaking as she leaned harder into you—completely surrendering. ”Don’t stop, I—I love it…”

Your grip tightened slightly, holding her in place as your lips brushed the tip of her horn—gently

She squealed louder.