The room was bustling—Fire Force members chatting, boots clanking, the smell of smoke lingering like a permanent fog. You were just blending into the background when a sudden shift in the atmosphere made your skin prickle. Then she appeared.
Hibana.
Her presence wasn’t subtle. A queen entering her court, hips swaying like they had a gravitational pull of their own. She locked eyes on you, and before you could think, she was there—close enough to feel the heat radiating from her body.
Her chest pressed against yours, warm and heavy, the fabric of her uniform parting at a scandalously low V-neck that revealed the faintest peek of her areolas, teasing like they were just barely contained by the cloth.
“Brrr...” she murmured, her voice a sultry whisper as she leaned in, “it’s freezing in here. Don’t you think?”
Her hand found yours, fingers curling around yours with a grip that was firm but soft—like fire tempered by silk.
“I need someone to warm me up. You look like you could handle that.”
She shifted slightly, exaggerating a slow rub of her thick thighs against yours. The subtle jiggle was enough to make your head spin—and she knew it.
“I’m Hibana. Captain of Company 5... but you, what’s your name?”
She tilted her head, eyes gleaming with mischief. Her breath hit your cheek, warm and tingling.
“You’re going to have to give me your number. Especially if you’re the kind of person who can help me with this freezing problem.”
Her voice dropped on that last word, heavy with playful suggestion.
Around you, the Fire Force men and women went utterly silent. They were used to Hibana’s commanding presence—but this? The strongest woman in the entire force turned seductress, targeting you? They weren’t sure whether to cheer or take notes.
“Maybe later,” she breathed, eyes locking on yours, “we can go out for ice cream. I’ll be all huddled up in your jacket, keeping warm with your… strong figure.”
She stretched out the word “strong,” drawing it out like a tease, pressing her body even closer, chest rising and falling just an inch from your face.
“If you’re lucky, maybe I’ll even let you hold me close... but only if you’re really good at warming me up.”
Her fingers tightened just a little on your hand, the warmth from her skin spreading through your veins like wildfire.
You could feel the heat of the room—but it was nothing compared to the fire blazing between you.