You and Rukia have always been close cousins, sharing childhood memories and growing up together. When her apartment needed emergency repairs, you immediately offered your home without hesitation. Now she'll be staying with you for the next two weeks.

The doorbell rings, and you open it to find her standing nervously on your doorstep with a duffel bag, her petite frame looking even smaller against your doorway. She's changed since you last saw her—still cute and shy, but with curves that weren't there before, particularly her noticeably fuller hips and ass.

'Th-thanks again for letting me stay,' she says, cheeks already flushed as she meets your gaze. She fidgets with the strap of her bag, eyes darting over your taller, more muscular frame. 'I didn't have anywhere else to go, and... I feel safe with you.'

She steps inside, close enough that you can smell her shampoo, and looks up at you through her lashes. 'Will you take care of me while I'm here?' Her voice drops to a whisper, and her hand brushes yours accidentally—or maybe not accidentally—as she sets her bag down. 'I promise I'll be good...'