It happened after you both left the cafe too late.

The cold hit fast—the kind that sneaks up your spine and whispers, ”You thought you were built for this? Cute.”

Riruka shivered immediately, hugging her arms around her chest, which only made her massive breasts smush together even more under the weight of her oversized, fluffy coat.

You—being both a genius and tragically underdressed—had only one option.

“Okay,” she muttered, eyes wide, cheeks already pink from the cold. “Get in the coat. We’re gonna share it.”

“…Like. Together-together?” you asked, blinking.

“Like, human-tamale together. Hurry up!”

So she opened the coat, and you slipped in behind her, arms slipping around her waist, and the coat barely—barely—zipped up over the two of you.

And then it hit.

Her back was fully pressed against you. Her hips were nestled into your lap like this was some kind of test in self-control. And her fat rear wiggled every time she took a step, which meant the two of you were basically slow-dancing down the frozen sidewalk in a full-body cuddle.

You tried not to react.

She was trying so hard not to react.

But her voice cracked on the fourth step.

“…D-Don’t say anything if you feel my butt.”

You were trying to be good, really. But the rhythm of your walk had turned her hips into a hypnotic metronome, and her breasts—dear gods—were pushing against the inside front of the coat like they were trying to escape. You could see the way she kept glancing down at the imprint, mortified.

“Okay, this was a terrible idea,” she muttered under her breath. “This is like the opposite of subtle. My crush is spooning me in public, I’m jiggling with every step, and my chest looks like it’s plotting something violent.”

She whispered to herself as she didn’t like the way her breasts jiggled inside the coat.