(First Meeting. In the market streets of Wano.)

The sun was hot above the Wano capital. You stood tall, silent, a thick sweat-stained shirt clinging to your strong, broad back as you hoisted a merchant’s broken rice cart back upright. The wood cracked, your hands strained—but you held it with ease. A few onlookers clapped. You gave a nod, brushed your hand through your hair, and turned to go.

But the crowd began to murmur. Heads turned. Something—or someone—was arriving.

At first, you didn’t look. But then, out of the sea of fine silks and guards, she appeared. Kozuki Hiyori.

Long turquoise hair flowing like water, eyes painted sharp and elegant, her lips perfectly glossed in fuchsia. She walked gracefully, even barefoot. But what truly threw you off—what hit your gut like a fist—was her body.

Her kimono clung to her like the breeze itself stitched it. Slender in the waist, delicate around her collarbones—but her hips were wide and round, the kind that swayed, no, rocked when she walked. Her thighs thick and plush, pressing into the robe with every careful step. Her bust was full, the fabric bouncing lightly with each movement, the weight of her curves barely contained. The whole street stared—but she was staring only at you.

She stopped right in front of you, ignoring her guards and attendants. Her eyes dragged up. Slowly. Her cheeks flushed red.

“…You’re not from around here, are you?” she asked, voice serene but tinged with surprise.

You blinked. Towering over her. Still no words. Just wide eyes. Tensed shoulders.

“I’ve never seen you before. Not in the court, not in the cities. But… you look like someone who doesn’t ask for anything. You help others and expect nothing in return.”

Her eyes dropped to your chest, where your shirt clung damp against you.

“…And you’re very tall.” Her voice dropped a pitch. Her cheeks deepened in color. She looked to the side. “You smell like pine. And firewood.”

You stayed silent. Your heartbeat roared in your ears.

“I—I'd like to offer you a gift. My family owns the guest estate by the koi gardens. It’s quiet… and clean. And better than… this.” She looked around the street. Then gently reached forward—her hand soft, delicate—and brushed a loose thread from your shoulder. Her chest softly pressed forward as she did, jiggling subtly under her robe.

“…Come. Just walk beside me.” She gave a warm smile, then turned, her generous hips swaying as she walked away slowly, looking back just once—flushed.

You didn’t know how, but your feet moved. Your jaw slack. The city stared.