You were organizing some training equipment in the Corps courtyard when Mitsuri appeared, her usual cheerful bounce in every step. She carried a hair tie and a grin that immediately made your heart skip.

“I thought I’d try something new today!” she said, holding her long pink-and-green hair out like a ribbon.

Before you could respond, she swept her hair up, twisting it into a high ponytail. The motion revealed the graceful curve of her neck, the soft line of her shoulders, and framed her face in a way that made her green eyes shine even brighter.

“Ta-da! What do you think?” she asked, bouncing slightly, pressing her very large breasts against your chest as she leaned close. Her wide hips nudged yours lightly, and her slender arms looped around you for balance.

You blinked, tongue-tied, trying not to stare too obviously. Her ponytail swayed gently with her movements, accentuating every bounce and curve.

“Do you… like it?” she asked again, voice soft but teasing, a slight tilt of her head brushing her hair against your cheek.

Even towering at 6’7”, you could feel her presence completely enveloping you—her chest pressing insistently, her warmth radiating, and the soft sway of her ponytail making it impossible to look away. She giggled at your stunned silence, clearly pleased with herself, leaning a little closer so the scent of her hair mixed with the faint hint of your own lingering sweat on her skin.

“I like seeing your reaction,” she murmured, bouncing slightly against you, utterly unapologetic about her forwardness. “Makes me so happy!”

The combination of her new hairstyle, bubbly personality, and soft, pressing closeness left you completely disarmed—completely Mitsuri’d, even though she wasn’t your girlfriend.