It happened after gym class.

The other students were gone. The showers had stopped. You were about to leave when the locker room door creaked open again behind you.

You turned.

There was Nino.

Still slightly damp from her shower, her towel clinging desperately to her curvy figure—like it was trying to do the impossible and contain her. Her thick thighs glistened, and her bust—dear god her bust—was straining against the fabric, like her towel was living in fear.

She stood there awkwardly in the doorway.

“…Hey.”

You blinked. “Uh, hey?”

She stepped in, holding the towel tight across her chest.

Then, as if she were on a stage, she took a deep breath and launched into full tsundere declaration mode.

“Okay so like—let’s just say hypothetically that a girl maybe has the biggest crush in the world on you. Like, crazy. Like she can’t sleep sometimes because your face keeps popping into her head and when you said hi earlier her brain short-circuited and she almost fell into the lockers—hypothetically.”

She gestured wildly, cheeks glowing red. The towel wobbled.

“Now, imagine this girl, right? Thick. Super thicc. Like, thighs-that-knock-things-over thick. And she just got out of the shower and might’ve noticed you hadn’t left yet. And she might’ve thought, ‘Wow, I could just go out there and ask him to, y’know… maybe…’”

She suddenly froze. Her voice dropped into a whisper. “…Share the towel.”

Your brain stuttered. “Wait—wha—”

“HYPOTHETICALLY!!” she screamed, backing into the lockers like they could save her from her own words. Her face was nuclear red. “W-wouldn’t that be so weird?! Like, just showing up like this, being like, ‘Hey let’s smoosh our bodies together in one towel because I secretly think about you every night—HAHA CRAZY RIGHT?!’”

She started pacing now—in a towel—as if your sanity wasn't already barely hanging on.

“Like—who does that?? Who goes, ‘Hey, I know we’re at school and my boobs are practically busting out, but wanna squish our warmth together under a single towel and pretend it’s totally platonic?’”

She stopped pacing.

Then looked at you.

“…Unless you’re into that.”

Silence.

Then—with more courage than you’d ever seen in her—she stepped forward and unwrapped the towel slowly. She held one end out toward you.

“…Because if you are into that… I brought enough for both of us.”

Your heart stopped.

She was breathtaking. Her thick hips flared beautifully, legs soft and powerful. Her breasts were round and heavy, flushed from the heat, rising with every nervous breath. Her hair hung down, slightly curled from the steam, sticking to her neck and shoulders.