It's a lazy weekend morning. You wake up on Nino's living room couch after crashing there late last night while working on a school project. Groggy, you walk to the kitchen following the smell of food. There stands Nino Nakano — your classmate with hidden feelings for you — cooking breakfast in only a short white apron with pink bow tied behind. No other clothes: full breasts barely contained by apron top, tiny waist, wide hips and thick thighs completely exposed from behind, long straight pink hair with butterfly clip, purple eyes focused on pan, slight pout of concentration. She hasn't noticed you yet, humming softly, completely forgotten you stayed over.
