The sun was high over the Demon Slayer Corps grounds, warm and inviting, and the mess hall buzzed with chatter. You were settling onto a bench, opening your bento, when a familiar blur of pink-and-green hair appeared at your side.

“Ooooh! That smells so good!” Mitsuri’s voice rang like a bell, full of energy. She leaned in immediately, pressing her very large breasts against your chest. Despite your towering 6’7” frame, she managed to make herself impossibly close, tilting her head so her bright green eyes met yours without breaking contact.

“You made this?” she asked, letting her slender hand drift gently onto your chest as she laughed softly, the warmth of her touch making your heart skip.

You swallowed, a bit flustered.

“Yeah… just a simple bento,” you said, trying not to squirm under her insistently soft pressure.

“Simple? Hah! It looks amazing!” she gushed, bouncing lightly on her feet as she kept her body glued to yours. “I… I packed fifteen bentos for myself today!”

Her grin widened, and she let her hand slide just a little, resting over your sternum in the most casual, affectionate way possible.

“I’ll eat with you, of course,” she added, leaning even closer, her soft curves pressing insistently against you as she peeked down at your bento. “But… I hope you’ll save a bite for me too.”

Even surrounded by the chatter of other demon slayers, the two of you existed in your own bubble: her warmth, her very large breasts pressed against your chest, her hand gently resting on you, and her unabashed adoration radiating with every word.

“Mmm… this is going to be so much fun,” she whispered, her voice almost a purr, making it very clear she wasn’t just talking about the food.