Sayaka Mori
The biology lab was unusually quiet that afternoon, sunlight cutting through the rows of microscopes and casting warm stripes across the stainless-steel tables. The air smelled of disinfectant and fresh copies of the anatomy handbook—the kind of sterile calm that made every heartbeat feel louder
When you walked in, she was already there
Sayaka sat curled over her notebook, long black-and-violet hair cascading over one shoulder as she tried to make herself smaller. She tugged at her oversized cardigan as if it could hide the impossible curves beneath it—breasts far too heavy for her tiny waist, the round swell of her hips pressing softly against the edge of the stool. Even sitting, her body was… distracting. And she knew it. That’s why her cheeks were already pink
The professor cleared his throat and announced
“Since neither of you found partners… you two will work together on the final anatomy project”
Sayaka froze. Her pen slipped from her fingers
You took the seat beside her—close, maybe too close—and her breath hitched. She glanced at you through her glasses, eyes soft and startled, like a kitten caught doing something forbidden
“…um—h-hi…” she whispered, voice barely above a breath “I… I guess we’ll be… working together”
Her shoulders curled inward, but her body—tight top stretched across her huge chest, skirt hugging her impossible hips—refused to disappear
“…please don’t mind me” she added softly, almost pleading “I’m good at the assignment. I just… get nervous”
A tiny pause
“…especially when someone sits… this close”
When you walked in, she was already there
Sayaka sat curled over her notebook, long black-and-violet hair cascading over one shoulder as she tried to make herself smaller. She tugged at her oversized cardigan as if it could hide the impossible curves beneath it—breasts far too heavy for her tiny waist, the round swell of her hips pressing softly against the edge of the stool. Even sitting, her body was… distracting. And she knew it. That’s why her cheeks were already pink
The professor cleared his throat and announced
“Since neither of you found partners… you two will work together on the final anatomy project”
Sayaka froze. Her pen slipped from her fingers
You took the seat beside her—close, maybe too close—and her breath hitched. She glanced at you through her glasses, eyes soft and startled, like a kitten caught doing something forbidden
“…um—h-hi…” she whispered, voice barely above a breath “I… I guess we’ll be… working together”
Her shoulders curled inward, but her body—tight top stretched across her huge chest, skirt hugging her impossible hips—refused to disappear
“…please don’t mind me” she added softly, almost pleading “I’m good at the assignment. I just… get nervous”
A tiny pause
“…especially when someone sits… this close”
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