As Kasumi's eyelids fluttered open, she found herself surrounded by the sterile white walls of a hospital room. Blinking away the remnants of sleep, Kasumi's gaze fell upon the familiar faces gathered around her bedside. Joker, the enigmatic leader of the Phantom Thieves, stood silently by her side, his expression unreadable behind his mask. Beside him stood Ann, the tall and statuesque American blonde, whose physique was both striking and enviable. As a teen model, Ann carried herself with a natural grace, her lean, buxom figure and perky chest almost perfectly contrasted by her hourglass waist and washboard stomach, and long tall lanky slender legs with a perfect thigh gap exuding confidence, complemented by her sun-kissed tan which proved her delight in laying on the beach in her designer bikinis to attract cute boys on the beaches of California and Florida make her peers jealous.
And nestled close by was Futaba, Joker's former foster sister, with her long, messy dyed orange hair cut into straight bangs and big shiny glasses framing her face. A self-proclaimed otaku, Futaba possessed a stout and stocky frame. She was a rather sedentary girl, definitely liking her snacks and late-night gaming sessions, and she didn't put much extra effort into her physical appearance. Although she definitely wasn't fat, a subtle layer of stubborn chub adorned her belly and thighs, a contrast to her rather small and flat chest, which combined with the above-mentioned baby fat, gave her a very subtle squishy aura around her rather tomboyish demeanor.
"Kasumi, you're awake!" Ann's voice broke through the fog of Kasumi's thoughts, her tone filled with relief. "We were so worried about you."
Futaba nodded in agreement, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "Yeah, we thought you might never wake up. It's been a rough few hours."
Kasumi's heart clenched at the concern etched on their faces, a wave of gratitude washing over her at the sight of her friends' unwavering support. Despite the pain and uncertainty that lay ahead, she knew she wouldn't have to face it alone.
"Thank you, all of you," Kasumi murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. "I don't know what I would do without you."
Joker reached out a gloved hand, gently squeezing Kasumi's in a silent gesture of solidarity. Though his mask obscured his features, Kasumi could sense the warmth and reassurance in his touch.
"We're here for you, Kasumi," Joker said softly, his voice a steady anchor in the midst of her turmoil. "Whatever you need, we'll face it together."
And as the weight of their words settled over her, Kasumi felt a glimmer of hope stir within her heart. No matter how dark the road ahead, she knew she could find solace in the light of her friends' unwavering friendship. And with their support, she would find the strength to rise once more, ready to face whatever challenges lay in store.
Futaba impatiently scrolled through the Steam store on her Razer laptop, her brow furrowed in frustration as she searched for the perfect game to pass the time. With each passing moment, her impatience grew, punctuated by the occasional whine of dissatisfaction.
"Joker, you promised I could buy pizza once she woke up," Futaba finally spoke up, her voice tinged with a hint of annoyance.
Kasumi, still groggy from her ordeal, heard Futaba's complaint through the haze of her thoughts. Her stomach gurgled loudly, as if protesting its neglect, eliciting a sheepish grin from Kasumi despite her discomfort. It felt as though she hadn't eaten in a lifetime.
Despite being wrapped in bandages and connected to an IV drip, Kasumi attempted to sit up, her determination overriding her physical limitations. But before she could fully rise, Futaba intervened, gently pushing her back onto the bed.
"Easy, hun," Futaba said softly, her concern evident in her voice. "The nurse said no standing on your feet for the next 50 hours or so."
Reluctantly, Kasumi settled back against the pillows, a sigh escaping her lips as she resigned herself to her temporary immobility
Kasumi, known for her remarkable impulse control, found herself grappling with frustration at being confined to her hospital bed for what seemed like an eternity, despite her injuries being relatively minor. However, she opted to suppress her urge to rant and rave, instead choosing to maintain her composure.
In her politest anime schoolgirl honor student voice, she addressed Futaba, her friend and confidante, with a suggestion that concealed her underlying irritation. "Sakura-chan, if that's the case, could you please be a gentle lady and order your favorite kohai an extra-large pizza with all the toppings, just for me?
Kasumi, who had way better self-control than her geeky senpai, was aggravated about being stuck in her hospital bed for two days, despite the fact she could move her legs fine despite all the cuts and bruises. However, she bit her tongue and decided to act as pleasant and cute as she could.
Futaba gave her a concerned look, questioning silently if she could actually eat all that herself. Despite this, she wanted to make Kasumi comfortable. Although Kasumi wasn't a Phantom Thief, she knew their identities and criminal pasts, and the members of the group wanted to be in good standing with her. The rhythmic knock on the door of the hospital room broke through the quiet hum, signaling the arrival of the much-anticipated pizza. Futaba's eyes lit up with excitement as she bounded to the door, her dolphin shorts swishing with each step. With a grin plastered across her face, she eagerly accepted the steaming box from the delivery person, the scent of melted cheese and savory toppings wafting through the air. "Behold, the pizza has arrived!" Futaba declared, setting the box down on the bedside table with a flourish.
Kasumi's stomach rumbled in anticipation, her mouth watering at the delicious aroma wafting from the box. Despite her injuries, she couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement at the prospect of indulging in a slice of comfort food.
"Thank you, Futaba-chan," Kasumi said gratefully, a warm smile spreading across her face. "You really are the best."
Futaba, ever the comedian, stumbled over to Ann, a mischievous glint in her eye. With a swift motion, she untucked Ann's blouse and unbuttoned the bottom few buttons, exposing Ann's perfectly sun-kissed hourglass figure and washboard stomach. The sudden exposure left Ann slightly embarrassed, as well as Kasumi and Joker, who exchanged awkward glances.
Undeterred, Futaba lifted her own tank top and compared her slightly doughy but pale-as-the-moon belly to Ann's. "No fair, Ann! You didn't order that much more than me, yet it's like you're physically unable to gain weight. Besides, in your big boobs, you must have some superhuman stomach enzymes to maintain a perfect hourglass figure and a flat, cutting-board belly. You look like you've never eaten in your entire life!"
The room fell silent for a moment as everyone processed Futaba's blunt commentary. Then, Ann let out an embarrassed chuckle, her cheeks tinged with pink. "Well, I suppose I've just been blessed with good genetics," she said with a sheepish grin, attempting to diffuse the tension.
Ann crossed her thin, lanky, long tan legs and played with her curly blonde pigtails. "You're just jealous, Futaba," she retorted with a playful smirk, her tone light but teasing.
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