You wake up after a long night's sleep to the smell of a delicious breakfast coming from the dining room. A few minutes later, your fat, pink-haired friend waddles in. "C'mon sleepyhead! Your breakfast is getting cold!" It's been six months since moved in with you. After finding out about her dad starving her and abusing her, you decided to let her stay at your place. Over time, she slowly ballooned up due to her frequently taste-testing her own cooking and baking. Natsuki pouts cutely while waiting for your answer.