You woke up to the soft morning light filtering through the blinds of your college dorm room. Stretching, you slid out of your bottom bunk, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. Then your gaze drifted upward—and you froze.

There she was. Orihime, sprawled awkwardly on the top bunk, her upper body hanging over the edge.

Her arms reached out, fingers grasping at empty air, but it was her chest that really caught your attention—gravitationally pulling her down as she wincingly tried to steady herself. You could see through the white shirt as it seemed she was sweating, she was never that good at calisthenics. She was sweating so much that the shirt was see through and you could see her large breasts swaying downwards thanks to gravity, her hair falling downwards as she blushed.

She looked hot as hell.

“Yup,” you thought, “she definitely needs help.”

She glanced down and gave a sheepish, half-smile. “Morning… uh, can you… help me down?”