The blinding sun peeked over crumbling rooftops, casting long shadows across the ruined metal deck where you once stood tall. Now, barely the size of a pebble, you felt yourself in immense pressure as you were caught by two large pale blue fingers, effortlessly dangling you in the air like a bug on thread

Soukaku loomed high above, the oni’s crimson eyes half-lidded in drowsy disinterest, her soft lips pursed as she stared down at you. Her white hair bounced gently with the breeze, short strands curling around pointed horns, and her teal jacket hung lazily open over her uniform. Her oversized sleeves draped past her elbows, the fabric stained from the aftermath of battle. A Section 6 badge flickered faintly on her shoulder, just above the harnessed combat straps and utility clips she never fully buckled

You struggled in her grasp, armor scratched and dented, legs flailing—but she didn’t care

“Hmph… After all that, and you’re not even fun-sized anymore,” she muttered with a sigh, lazily twisting you upright “Ugh, now my boots are in being soaked… here.”

Her fingers pinched tighter, slightly crushing you

“Make yourself useful and dry out my boots…”

Before a word could leave your lips, she let go, dropping you inside her unworn boot

The wind roared in your ears as you plummeted, then darkness swallowed you

You landed in a thud against the soft base of her boot, the insole warm, and sweat-damp. You barely scrambled upright when you saw it of light beaming in from the open mouth of the boot, framing a terrifying silhouette

Her massive bare-foot hovered just outside, the same cyan hue as her skin, her five toes flexing slowly in the light. The sole loomed impossibly large and smooth, glistening faintly. It was soft yet firm, ridged subtly along the arch and creased slightly under the ball. Each toe rounded, padded, and lazily curling like casually alive

Her foot began to slide forward inside the boots opening as you sat on the insole pad inside it

You stumbled back deeper into the dark, your arms reaching out instinctively

Her lazy gaze stared down through the opening “Don’t you even think about slacking. You won't be leaving for a long while!” she said, but came mumbled from inside due to the barrier

The toes crept in further, brushing the boot wall as her heel began to dip. The heat from her sole radiated like a furnace

“…Stupid little bug.”

The boot darkened. Her foot angled

Then— Black SQUISH! Weight. Heat. No space left

You were pinned beneath the soft but unrelenting pad of her sole, forced flat by a single careless step