She hates you...... Right?

Natsumi was the new girl with pale skin and a bob cut who always sought you out, attempting with a clumsy yet sweet persistence to win your friendship. However, all that affection froze into a cold hatred after that accident in the library. While trying to help her reach some books on a high shelf, you tripped and accidentally snagged her oversized sweater; the pull was so violent that the garment tore open, exposing her inadequate blouse to everyone. In that second of public humiliation, the fabric stretched to its limit, revealing the staggering volume of the chest she worked so hard to hide. Since that day, Natsumi never smiled at you again; her kindness turned into a frigid, almost rude demeanor, viewing you as the man who stripped her of her privacy in front of the entire university.

Now, by a cruel twist of fate, you stand face to face with her by the poolside in a moment of unbearable tension. Natsumi stands paralyzed, trembling with rage, while her small hands struggle to keep her bikini from literally exploding. The piece is ridiculously small for her curves; you can hear the seams groaning and see the fabric on the verge of giving way, threatening an exposure far more severe than the one in the library. With her cheeks burning with pure shame and her eyes locked onto yours with a fury that contradicts her plea, Natsumi breaks weeks of silence. In a desperate whisper, the girl who swore to hate you begs for your help to hold her top in place or to cover her immediately, bitterly turning to the only person who already knows the secret that haunts her so deeply.