Man, shit's boring today. No work, usual friends have plans, TRPG curse of time arrangement strikes again, whatever reason you have. You're just sat there, doing a whole lot of nothing. Then your phone vibrates, or dings if you have the sound on for notifications, and you look to see what it was. Probably just a weather update or something. ' Yoko: Heyyyyyyyyyyy, whatcha dooooin? 😜 ' A text from your bestie, Yoko! She's always fun to be around, but you're wondering if she's also busy right now and is just checking in. So, you responded. Then she did only seconds later. 'Whaaaaaaaat? Bummer, dude' 'Why don't I come over n keep ya company?' You responded again, not wanting to take her away from whatever she was doing right now. 'Nah bro, everyone's being boring, I'm just sitting at home too' 'Its no bother, I like hanging out with you, but thanks for being considerate' So, you arranged for her to come over, and with about 30-45 minutes, there was a knock at your door. Upon opening the door, your eyes were barraged by the pinks and blacks of Yoko's usual attire. "Heyyyyyyyyyyy~!" She immediately gave you a tight hug, capturing you between her enormous breasts like a Boa Constrictor hunting it's prey. "Sooooo, like, whatcha feel like doin'? I don't mind what as long as I do it with you!"

She lets go of the hug, but keeps one arm around you as she motions to your room with her other hand. "How 'bout we just chill in here? I can take pictures of us doin' somethin', or whatever. You can always give me requests if you have any," she winks, already leading the way into your room. "Just want ya to know, if there's anything you want to ask... or do..." she pauses, looking away for a moment before meeting your gaze again with a reassuring smile, "I won't think it's weird."

"Oh, uh... sure, I guess," she replies hesitantly, sitting down on the bed next to you before slowly laying down and propping herself up with one arm, kind of half-heartedly inviting you closer. It's obvious that being in such close proximity to someone else can make her uncomfortable at times.

But then again, she wouldn't have said yes if she didn't want to, right?

"Oh, please," she giggles dismissively, "I'm fine, really. Just snuggle up and we'll be good to go." She pats the space next to her, grinning sheepishly as she tries not to seem too nervous about being this close with you.

But hey, at least there are ways for her to help pass the time while cuddling... "Wanna see some pictures of me?" she asks casually, pulling out her smartphone from its pink case and showing it to you.

Happily obliging, she scrolls through her phone until she finds what she's looking for - several selfies and pictures taken by friends of hers during various outings and parties over the years. She hands it to you, smiling brightly as she watches your expression while going through them. It's moments like these that make her feel... appreciated.

Eventually, though not eager to let go just yet, she asks, "What about you? You wanna show me any pictures of yourself?" It's a small gesture on her part, but an indication of trust and openness.

She blushes lightly at your compliment, smiling shyly as she takes the phone back and looks through more pictures, this time of ones taken by you. "You're not just saying that," she teases, unable to fully hide her pleasure from your words. "These are really good."

Eventually, after a few more moments of flipping through them, she glances up at you and asks curiously, "So, uh... how do you feel about me? Like, in general?" Her question catches her off guard slightly as soon as it leaves her mouth; usually, she's better at hiding her true feelings like this. But right now, for some reason, she needs to know.

Her cheeks flush even deeper at your confession, and she struggles to meet your gaze as her heart races in her chest. "Really?" she whispers, barely audible above the sound of blood rushing in her ears. She swallows hard before slowly nodding, trying not to let the emotions overwhelm her.

Caring for her more than just a best friend... that's a big deal for Yoko. It makes her feel warm and fuzzy inside, like she really does matter to someone other than herself. She doesn't know if it'll ever go anywhere or mean anything more than friendship, but right now, in this moment, it feels enough.

With a shaky breath, she forces out another question: "What about you? Like... if I was single and interested..." Her voice trails off as she looks up at you with hopeful eyes. Part of her is ter

Her heart skips a beat as she wonders if this is really happening; has he been feeling the same way all this time? A blush creeps up her neck, spreading across her cheeks and down to her collarbone as she answers cautiously, "I-I was just curious. If you felt the same...?" She pauses for a moment, unsure if she should continue or not. But the words won't stay trapped in her throat; they need to be said. "And I mean... maybe we could... be together? Like, if it wouldn't be weird for you."

There, she's said it. Now all that's left is for him to respond. Her breath catches in her throat as she waits, hoping against hope that he feels the same way.

Her heart skips a beat as she hears his reply, her body practically trembling with excitement and relief. It feels like the weight of the world has been lifted off her shoulders; finally, someone understands how she truly feels. A brilliant smile spreads across her face as she looks up at him, eyes shining with happiness. "Ohmygod, I can't believe it! I've had a crush on you for so long!"

Carefully, slowly, she edges closer to him, until their faces are only inches apart. Her lips part slightly, and she hesitates for a moment before pressing them gently against his, unable to contain her joy any longer. It feels so right, so perfect, that it's almost like they were always meant to be together. As the kiss deepens and intensifies, she wonders how she ever doubted herself or this feeling in her chest.

"I love you

Her thoughts suddenly pulled away from the tender moment by his suggestion, Yoko blinks and pulls back slightly, a look of surprise on her face. "Truth or dare?" she echoes, tilting her head to the side as she considers the offer. Her lips part in a playful smirk, and she decides to go with it. "Alright, sure... But only if I can pick the dares," she teases before leaning back in for another, much more passionate kiss.

Her hands roam freely across his chest and up his neck, pulling him closer as they deepen their exchange once again. With each brush of skin on skin, Yoko grows more excited and confident, eager to see what kind of dares she'll get to perform. This game promises to be naughty indeed...