“I’m home!”
 
I can hear the sound of quick loud footsteps from down the hall, I knew my fate was sealed from the moment those words left my mouth.
 
“HICCHAN~!”
 
Here we go.
 
Misha lunges at me with all the force she could muster, sometimes this feels like I’m preparing to get tackled rather than a welcome home hug. A thought occurs to me as my body prepares for impact, at least her chest will be the first thing that hits me, I should probably try to take comfort in the fact that her generous breasts will help dampen the force I’m about to be hit with.
 
The moment our bodies make contact her arms instantly wrap around me with an ever-tightening grip, and she nuzzles her face into my chest. She then raises her head and looks at me with glimmering eyes.
 
“Welcome home” She whispers.
 
“I take it you’re excited for tonight?”
 
“Mmphm” she nods with her head pressed against my chest.
 
Misha suddenly releases her grip on me, takes a step back and puts her arms behind her back. Bending forwards slightly, she exclaims “Come on, let’s go get ready~!”
 
 
 
Forty five minutes… She’s still not ready. It usually takes her no longer than twenty, and now she’s locked herself in the bathroom and responds with “Just a sec” whenever I knock on the door. All this waiting is doing a great job of increasing my curiosity to what she’s doing in there. As my mind runs through the different possible outfits she might be wearing my train of thought is suddenly interrupted by the sound of the bathroom door opening. Misha steps out slowly in a pair of white shoes, black thigh-high stockings, a light pink skirt and a white t-shirt under a brown coat. And is she… wearing make up? She hardly ever puts anything on, but I got to say it looks good on her.
 
“How do I look ~?”
 
It’s pretty obvious how hard she’s trying to hide her nervousness; she normally doesn’t go through this much effort to get dressed.
 
“Absolutely stunning.”
 
She does a little hop in her place “I’m glad you like it~!”
 
Misha grabs her purse and races me to the door, letting out a loud “Wahahaha~” when she beats me.
 
It only takes us ten minutes to get to the festival, the festival Misha’s been insisting we visit since last Christmas. I’ve never really been a fan of the concept of festivals, but I’m more than willing to endure for her. Even before we arrive we are able to hear the loud chants of the parade, and the top of the giant Christmas tree becomes visible.
 
Misha’s been latched onto my arm ever since we left the apartment, and right now she’s being unusually quiet. I try to think of something to break the silence when she beats me to it.
 
“Hicchan? Are you hungry? I’m hungry.”
 
“Yeah I’m starving.”
 
Misha takes a second to look around at all the different stands when suddenly her eyes go wide.
 
“Hicchan look over there! It’s an Oden stand! I haven’t had Oden in ages, can we go get some? Please?” She gives me her best puppy dog eyes, knowing that I’d rather head towards the Takoyaki stand.
 
“Heh, how could I say no when you pull that face?”
 
“What face?” she sticks her tongue out at me.
 
Before I could come up with a response she is already pulling me to the stand.
 
 
1100 Yen for two bowls of Oden, what a rip off, it doesn’t even taste that good. At least it looks like Misha’s thoroughly enjoying her portion. We return the bowls to the stand and thank them for the meal, and proceed to look for things to do.
 
“We should play some games, Hicchan. Maybe you could win my heart with a cute toy.”
 
“Win your heart eh? I thought I already did that.”
 
“You have to do it again, or I’ll slip away from you.”
 
“Are you threatening me? For a toy plushy?”
 
“Wahahaha~! Maybe Hicchan, just maybe.”
 
“Alright, alright. I’ll play along.”
 
I look towards the High striker, it doesn’t seem like too much of a challenge. A middle aged, balding man stands in front of 3 shelves of arranged plushies, challenging passing men to step on up and show their manliness. We walk up to the man and he immediately announces:
 
“Trying to win something for the little lady here? Score a 50 or higher for anything off the bottom shelf, 75 or higher for the middle shelf, and ring the bell for the top shelf. 100 Yen per try.”
 
I give the man the money and grab the large rubber mallet; I then look back at Misha who gives me two thumbs up. I walk up to the pad and position my body as if I was about to chop wood with an axe. I swing the mallet over my shoulder and hit the pad as hard as I can, but as soon as the mallet hit the pad I realize that I hit it at an angle, nullifying the majority of the force I used. Misha suddenly bursts out in laughter as I look up to see the little metal rod had only reached 40. I give them man the money for my second try, this time I’m more focused on accuracy than power. I swing the axe over my shoulder again, and this time the entire face of the mallet comes in contact with the pad. I wait to hear the ring of the bell but it isn’t there.
 
“You scored an 85 which means you get to pick anything off the middle shelf.”
 
I consider going again and trying to get something off the top shelf but the fear of embarrassment if I fail the third time makes me put off the idea.
 
“I’ll take that one.” I point towards a white bunny rabbit, it’s not too big but I think Misha would be satisfied with it.
 
I take the bunny in my hands and walk towards Misha who has her hands stretched out in front of her.
 
“What? Oh, you want this little guy? Nah he’s mine”
 
“Eh? What happened to winning my heart?” Misha’s visibly surprised at the fact that I didn’t immediately hand her the bunny.
 
“I lost interest when I heard you laughing at me when I scored a 40.” A sly grin follows my remark, it’s only fair I get my turn to tease her every once in a while.
 
“But… but… I already have a name for him.” She’s pouting now.
 
“Oh yeah? What’s his name?”
 
“Hicchan!”
 
“How unoriginal.”
 
“Fine then, how about Kanda?”
 
“Hmmm… I like that name.”
 
At that I hand her the rabbit, and she instantly hugs it, practically suffocating it in between her breasts.
 
 
 
We spend some time just talking while we walk around the festival, with no specific destination in mind. Slowly the number of people around us seem to decrease for no real reason; we keep walking until Misha freezes in her place once we come across a field of leaf-less trees.
 
“Look Hicchan! Those are cherry blossom trees!”
 
“Really? How can you tell?”
 
“I saw them last season, I can’t wait for them to bloom~!”
 
“We’ll come here in the spring, and have a picnic under one of the trees.”
 
She then stands in front of me, closes her eyes and purses her lips. I lean in closer and close my own eyes, and keep moving forward until her lips meet mine. Our bodies move closer, our arms move to hold each other in a warm embrace. When we pull our heads back I notice that she is blushing quite heavily and is biting on her bottom lip. About a minute later we let go of each other, and I see that she had dropped her bunny during the kiss.
 
“Let me get that for you.”
 
Only after I bend over do I notice that she has quickly positioned herself behind me and grabbed my waist. I can feel her large bulge pressing against my behind, twitching a wildly. She shifts around a little and subtly moves her hips from side to side.
 
“Misha… Misha… MISHA.”
 
“Yes Hicchan~?”
 
“Don’t you think we shouldn’t be doing this here?”
 
“Eh?” her hips stop grinding against me, she then jumps beside me.
 
“You’re right Hicchan~, it would be bad if someone came along and interrupted us, right?”
 
“That’s not what I-“
 
Misha suddenly shoves her hand into my pocket, pulling out the inside of my pocket.
 
“We’re going home now~!” She says with a wink.
 
She sharply tugs at the inside of my pants’ pocket and I’m obliged to follow her home.