The air above an empty sidewalk outside Kuoh Academy distorted, marking the arrival of Raytherion Gremory. He glanced around, making sure that no one had seen him before slipping his hands into his pockets and beginning the short walk towards the school's gates.
He took it slow on purpose despite the fact that the gates would be closing in just a few minutes. A small smile tugged at his lips as he saw two familiar figures waiting at the gates.
Sona Sitri, or as she was known in the human world Sona Shitori, and her Queen, Tsubaki Shinra. Raytherion found the serious expressions on their faces amusing, especially from Sona. She was so dedicated to maintaining her "serious student" persona, even after all these years. The way she stood, arms crossed as she scanned for any last minute stragglers before locking onto him was so very Sona.
She had changed over the years, growing into her beauty now that she was seventeen.
Her violet eyes beneath the glasses she wore were piercing, a sharp but beautiful face with short black hair in a bob cut that ended just above her shoulders.
Tsubaki stood to her side. She had long black hair that reached past her waist and also wore glasses. Just like Sona, she wore the school's uniform.
Raytherion lifted a hand in a lazy wave as he approached.
"Yo, Sona Shitori!"
It was one of the newer sources of teasing he had come up with, and by the way her violet eyes narrowed, it seemed like it still had some effect on her.
She had to tilt her head to look at him properly now, the height difference almost comical considering he was six foot six while she was five foot five.
"Must you say my name like that every time you decide to actually attend school?"
Her tone was flat, but there was no hiding the slight flush that began to color her cheeks. Rayherion's grin widened, stopping just before the gates, a few feet away from the pair.
"What? You were the one who wanted to have an alias. I'm simply honoring your wish," he teased before turning his attention to the other girl. "Hello, Tsubaki."
Tsubaki looked towards him and smiled softly, giving him a small bow. "Good morning, Gremory-senpai."
Sona's lips pressed into a thin line at the sight, adjusting her glasses as she fixed him with an unamused look.
It caused Raytherion to turn to her. "What? Jealous?"
Sona's cheeks darkened another shade of pink, but this time she turned her face away. "J-just… stop wasting time and get inside already!"
Raytherion hummed, tapping the tip of his shoe against the pavement. Tsubaki tilted her head curiously at him.
Seconds ticked by, and Sona's eyes narrowed again as she realized what he was doing.
"Hurry–"
He interrupted her, moving in an instant. Right before the bell rang, he slipped inside, his hands gripping her waist as he lifted her clean off the ground and into a firm hug.
Sona gasped, her arms flailing before they instinctively shot up to grab his shoulders for balance. She turned her head quickly, scanning the area to make sure no one else was around them.
"Raytherion, put me down!"
He only laughed as he shook her lightly, careful not to hurt her. "Don't tell me you don't like this…"
She froze, her feet stilling in the air as her eyes met his. Her breath trembled, but her lips formed into a small smile, what would have been a retort dying away as she prepared to respond…
Until she remembered Tsubaki was right there.
Sona's eyes turned away from him, seeing her Queen watching the two of them.
"I… I need you to set me down so I can close the gates," Sona whispered.
Raytherion didn't miss the way her fingers clutched as shoulders, as if she didn't want to let go. He turned to Tsubaki.
"Tsubaki can do that. Right, Tsubaki?"
Tsubaki froze at being addressed so suddenly, but nodded quickly. "Of course."
He looked back down at Sona, raising an eyebrow with a smug grin. "See?"
Adjusting his hold effortlessly, he shifted her in his arms until she was cradled against his chest in a princess carry.
"R-Raytherion!" she hissed, glancing around again frantically.
He chuckled, walking casually towards the school building. "So… should we stop by Rias' little club first, or do you want me to drop you off at the student council room?"
She tried to speak again, but her voice cracked slightly. "P-please, set me down–"
"Why would I do that, Miss Shitori?"
"Because… because everyone will see—!"
"What's wrong with that?" he whispered softly. "Don't you want everyone to know you're mine?"
That caused her to pause.
"Well… when you put it like that…"
But before she could finish whatever she was going to say, he sighed dramatically.
"If the esteemed Student Council President insists, who am I to resist her demands?"
He stopped walking, bending down carefully as he set her down.
Sona's hands lingered on his chest for a moment longer before she pulled them down, biting the inside of her cheek…
She pouted.
Raytherion chuckled at the sight, leaning down and whispering so that only she could hear him. "You're such a contradiction… embarrassed in front of Tsubaki, but when I say I want to show you off in front of everyone else… you suddenly seem to like the idea."
He ruffled her hair like he had done so many times before. She didn't move to stop him, simply tilting her head up… and stood on her tiptoes to give him a quick peck on the cheek.
Raytherion hummed, and then smoothed her hair back into place, standing straight.
"I'll see you two later," he said casually, stepping back.
"Don't cause any trouble," Sona whispered quietly.
"Have a good day, Gremory-senpai," Tsubaki said softly.
He gave them another lazy wave over his shoulder as he walked away from them heading towards his class.
It didn't take a second from when he entered the main building for the hall to come alive.
"Raytherion's here–"
"He's so tall!"
"He's so handsome, I can't breathe–"
"The white-haired, blue-eyed King of Kuoh Academy–"
"Oh my god, oh my god, look at how his hair shines–"
"He smiled at me–"
Raytherion walked through the crowd with nonchalant ease, the crowd parting for him.
A girl near the back of the group shouted out, "Wait, where's his backpack?!"
"He doesn't need a backpack, you dumbass! He's so cool he probably just snaps his fingers and his homework does itself!"
"He gets perfect grades without even trying–"
"I heard he once got a perfect score on a test he didn't even show up for–"
Raytherion raised his hands in a placating gesture, sighing in faux exasperation."Ladies, ladies, please… I'm just trying to get to class, come on."
They didn't listen. Of course they didn't.
"He's so nonchalant–"
"So studious, all he cares about is getting to class–"
They followed him, the crowd growing thicker as he passed through the hall, his name a constant echo in the air.
"Raytherion-sama, take off your glasses!"
"Please, just once!"
"Let us see your eyes!"
He sighed dramatically, pausing as he glanced around the crowd that now surrounded him. "Ladies, come on…"
"Pleaaaaaaase!"
"If you take them off, we'll leave you alone!"
"It's been so long since you've shown us your eyes!"
He raised an eyebrow, lips curling into a smirk. "If I take off my glasses, will you all leave me alone?"
"Yes!" they all screamed back in unison, the hallway shaking.
He clicked his tongue, letting out an exaggerated sigh. "Alright, alright…"
One of his hands slid up to his glasses, pausing for effect as the hallway went dead silent.
'Since you all asked so nicely…"
Slowly, he pulled the glasses from his face, revealing the impossibly bright cerulean blue of his eyes.
The crowd roared.
He shot through a multitude of poses, facing a different direction every time so that the entire crowd could bear witness.
A pose where he pulled his hair back, moving his head side to side so that his hair shook with the movement.
Another where he held his chin and twisted his body just a little.
The final pose was one where he held a hand to his chest, the other stretched outward as if he was receiving a standing ovation.
Some girls sobbed, clutching their friend's shoulders as they shook each other violently.
A few fainted, collapsing into the arms of other students.
"KIYAAAA–"
"He's so beautiful–"
"Those eyes–"
"Marry me, Raytherion!"
"Impregnate me!"
He chuckled, slowly moving to put the glasses back on, earning cries of sadness from the crowd. "Ladies, please… class is starting, you know? I wouldn't want any of you to be late on my account, so let's all start walking, hmm?"
That seemed to calm them down… somewhat. He took the chance to slip through the crowd. Even as he left, he still heard whispers and giggles follow him, some phones snapping pictures as he passed.
Eventually, he made it to his homeroom, opening the door as he mentally prepared himself for the lectures he'd have to sit through.
When the final bell rang, Raytherion was already out of his seat before the teacher had even finished speaking.
"I really hope Sona takes my advice and doesn't let her dream be entirely influenced by the Japanese school system…" he muttered.
He prepared himself to be stuck in the crowd again, but it seemed like fate had other plans for him.
Waiting outside the door was Akeno Himejima.
Just like Sona, Akeno was now seventeen. She stood at five foot six, her body maturing into a figure that turned heads without effort. Her long, silky black hair was tied into a long ponytail that reached her legs, two strands sticking out from the top, an orange ribbon keeping it all in place.
The Kuoh uniform hugged her body perfectly, emphasizing every part of her figure from her large chest to her narrow waist and wide hips.
As he stepped towards her, her violet eyes looked him up and down with mischief.
"Ray-kun~," she sang softly, her voice warm. She slipped her arm around his, pressing herself to his side so that her breasts pushed against him. The close contact, combined with the warning in her gaze at the girls surrounding him seemed to discourage another scene like the one from earlier playing out. "How was your day?"
"I still don't know how you and the others can sit through all that more than once a week."
Akeno let out a soft, melodic laugh, her chest bouncing with the sound. "Unlike you, we are all responsible members of society who take our education very seriously."
Raytherion blinked once, then twice.
She laughed again, her grip on his arm tightening as she leaned against his shoulder. "Ah, that look~. You're so mean, Ray-kun."
"Quite the contrary. I think most of the students at this school would call me an angel."
"Mmm… that's because they don't know the real you…"
He didn't respond, not wanting to give the girl anything else to use against him.
It honestly surprised him how much she had changed in the past few years. He had expected her to take longer in processing what he had told her that day when they were training… but she hadn't.
And now he was subjected to a girl who took his teasing in stride and dished it back out with interest.
The pair began walking, Akeno subtly guiding them in the direction of the Occult Research Club building.
"Lucky bastard."
"Why can't it be me…"
"Is he even human?"
"Seriously, he just leaves class and she's already all over him…"
"Even Himejima-senpai… unbelievable."
Akeno giggled at the hushed voices of the few male students that they passed, her fingers giving him another playful squeeze. "Every time you grace us with your presence here, you cause an uproar…"
"Maybe that's why I only show up once or twice a week," he replied. "Any more and there'd be riots."
She stared up at him in amusement, but didn't respond right away. Instead, she tugged gently at his sleeve.
Raytherion raised an eyebrow, but leaned down obligingly, thinking she wanted to whisper something in his ear.
Instead, she pressed her lips against the side of his neck.
It wasn't just a simple kiss to his neck, though.
Her lips parted as they touched his neck, tongue running over his skin as she sucked on the flesh. A soft pulse of magic through her lips made the warmth sink deeper, leaving a small mark that began to bruise.
His eyes narrowed, a small "tsk" leaving him as he felt the mark bloom. Raytherion began to focus his power into his neck, preparing to heal the lovemark–
Only for her hand to shoot up, her fingers curling around the fabric of his collar as she tugged him down gently but firmly, stopping him.
"Fufu…" she laughed, a strand of saliva still connecting her lips to his neck before she stuck her tongue out, lapping it up. "Keep it."
The command in her voice made his spine tingle.
"Why?"
"Are you questioning me, Ray-kun? Bad boy~" Akeno's eyes were playful. "But if you must know, I want to see the look on Rias' face when you walk into the clubroom with that on your neck."
He took a deep breath…
But let the Reversed Demonic Energy recede, allowing the hickey to remain.
"Mm… that would be amusing."
Akeno's smirk widened in amusement.
"Your obedience is adorable, Ray-kun," she purred. "I absolutely love how you pretend that you're only going along with this because you want to tease Rias… but I think you also like having proof of my dominance on your body."
Raytherion clicked his tongue again, glancing down at her as they continued toward the ORC building. "You've gotten too bold for your own good."
"Maybe… but you're the one who made me like this."
"I had no part in you becoming… whatever this is."
They continued walking, whispers and eyes following them, but they ignored it all.
After a few minutes, the ORC building came into view, and without knocking Akeno guided him in through the double doors.
At a table near a window, Kiba Yuuto and Gasper Vladi sat, the two of them sorting through what looked like a small stack of papers
Kiba glanced up, his polite smile forming immediately. "Raytherion-senpai," he greeted, bowing his head respectfully.
Gasper looked up as well. "H-hello, Raytherion-senpai!" he chirped, waving his hand enthusiastically.
Raytherion lifted his free hand to wave at them, mouth opening to greet them only to pause as a presence made herself known in front of him.
Shirone looked up at him, her arms crossed over her chest.
She was fifteen years old now.
Though still extremely short at only four foot six, her body had filled out considerably. Her hips had rounded, and her chest had become noticeably fuller, almost on par with her sister. She had let her white hair grow just a couple of inches more, some strands reaching past her shoulders.
Shirone's golden eyes stared at him, then at Akeno… then at the mark on his neck.
"Pervs," she muttered flatly.
Before Raytherion could retort, Shirone stepped forward, her small but strong hands grabbing his arm unceremoniously. She yanked him away from Akeno, dragging him across the room with ease, pushing him down onto one of the couches.
With the same bluntness, she climbed onto the couch, settling herself on her back so her head rested across his lap, looking up at him.
Two fluffy white cat ears popped out from her hair, followed by two white tails appearing behind her.
She let out a small, expectant hmph, reaching for his hands and putting them on top of her head. Raytherion took the hint and began to massage her ears, earning him a satisfied purr from the girl.
Akeno followed them, settling onto the couch beside Raytherion. She crossed one leg over the other and rested her chin in her hand, looking down at Shirone with amusement.
Raytherion hummed. "It's nice to see you too, Shirone," he murmured dryly.
Shirone's eyes opened, her lips tugging into a small frown. "I can't leave you two alone for ten minutes without getting up to no good," she accused.
Akeno giggled, her free hand moving to run through Shirone's hair. "Ray-kun just can't control himself, Shirone."
Shirone tilted her head to look at Akeno, though the position meant she was looking at the other girl upside-down.
"You're just as bad."
"Perhaps," Akeno admitted smoothly. "Or maybe… I just know what I want and I'm not afraid to show it."
Shirone purred in displeasure at the teasing in Akeno's words. Without warning, she shifted, sitting up and straddling Raytherion's lap. She looked up at him, and just like Akeno had done, tugged at his collar.
"Lean down." she commanded softly.
Raytherion closed his eyes, already guessing what she wanted to do, but did as she ordered.
He felt Shirone's lips press on the unmarked side of his neck. She suckled softly, and just like Akeno had done, she channeled magic into her lips, leaving her own mark.
Shirone pulled back, admiring her work, and then looked at Akeno, sticking out her tongue mockingly.
Akeno's violet eyes twitched, her smirk faltering for a fraction of a second before she let out a hum of playful irritation.
Raytherion ignored their silent staring contest, turning his gaze back towards Kiba and Gasper. He lifted a hand again, as if nothing had happened.
"How are you guys doing?"
Kiba responded first.
"We are both doing fine, Raytherion-senpai, thank you for asking. You seem to be… doing good as well."
Gasper nodded, clutching the edge of the table. "We've been training, even without you present! I've improved my control over my Sacred Gear a lot! I've been going out with everyone on patrols and can use my power without freezing them."
Raytherion smiled.
"That's good–"
Shirone's small hands squeezed his shoulders, and he stopped speaking as he looked down at her.
There was a faint blush on her cheeks as she muttered. "You didn't ask me how I've been…"
"Mmm, maybe because you didn't give me a proper greeting."
That earned him a pout, and she buried her face into his chest, huffing.
She really was a cat…
"Fine, fine… My apologies, you are correct. I forgot to ask you how your day was… How utterly foolish of me. So… how was your day, Shirone?
She pulled away from his chest, looking up at him with a bright smile. "It's been good."
"What a detailed response," he murmured.
Akeno drew his attention once more, looking up at him with a playful pout. "Ray-kun, why didn't you ask me how my day was?"
"Because you'd probably say something freaky," Raytherion deadpanned. "Anyway, where's Rias and Zekka?"
As if summoned by the mention of their names, a soft click of the door announced the arrival of two more people.
In stepped Rias Gremory and Zekka Miyamoto.
Rias, now seventeen years old, had grown into her beauty fully. Her crimson hair, long and vibrant, flowed down her back and past her hips, the ahoge from her childhood still sticking out at the top. Her body was perfection, a chest rivalling Akeno in size with an hourglass figure to compliment it.
Beside her, a fourteen year old Zekka Miyomoto stood. She was a beautiful young girl with long hair, a mixture of black and pink. Her eyes were a dark pink, no longer carrying any of the sadness from the solitude in which she lived before he had recruited her.
Rias' blue eyes sparkled as she stepped inside, a warm smile blooming on her face when she saw Raytherion on the couch.
Raytherion nodded his head towards the pair. "Yo."
Zekka bowed softly before making her way towards Kiba and Gasper. "Good afternoon, Raytherion-senpai."
Rias made her way over to him, her hips swaying. She stopped in front of him and took in the sight.
Akeno, pressed against Raytherion's side, her breasts squishing against his arm as she smiled smugly at Rias.
Shirone, straddling his lap, purring and rubbing her cheek against his chest.
"You all seem to have made yourselves comfortable," Rias sighed.
Akeno rested her head against his shoulder. "We're just keeping him company~"
Shirone shifted in his lap and looked at Rias with a deadpan expression. "It's his fault."
The smile on Rias' face froze as she looked at Raytherion's neck.
"What are those two marks?"
"Proof of my love…" Akeno cooed.
"The other one's mine," Shirone said with a satisfied expression.
Rias' eyes fluttered closed for a moment as if debating what to do. Then, she moved to the other side of Raytherion, the side opposite to Akeno.
Still standing, she latched her lips onto his neck, right above where Akeno's mark was. After a few seconds, she pulled back and wiped her mouth in satisfaction, sitting down and snuggling up to him.
"There… that's better."
Raytherion rolled his eyes, settling himself into the couch more. "Are you all just marking your territory now?"
All three girls paused for a single moment, glancing at each other, before they responded in perfect unison.
"Yes."
He let out a defeated breath, resigning himself to the antics of the three girls surrounding him.
Across the room, Gasper leaned in toward Kiba, whispering with admiration in his eyes,
"Raytherion-senpai is so cool…"
Kiba rubbed the back of his neck, laughing softly. "That's one way to look at it."
Zekka watched the scene with a neutral expression, though there was some pink now dusting her cheeks.
"Anyways, where's Seekvaira?" Raytherion asked the room.
"She went straight to the Underworld right after class ended," Rias murmured, her hand gently touching the mark she had left on his neck. "She's been busy working on one of her Mecha projects, something about refining the power cores to be more efficient."
"Hmmm… I was hoping to see her today. Maybe I'll drop by her place later."
Akeno's eyes narrowed in playful jealousy. "Ara~ Ray-kun, you're thinking about another girl when you have us here to keep you company… how rude."
Shirone nodded, her tails curling around his leg as she muttered, "Stay…"
"I didn't mean I was going to go right now," Raytherion rolled his eyes. He turned to Rias, looking at her expectantly.
She tilted her head, giving him a lopsided grin. "What?"
"I'm waiting for you to say something like these two."
Rias laughed, shaking her head. "I have nothing to say, Ray… but it almost sounds like you want me to say something. Is that what it is? Maybe if you ask nicely…"
"You're… ugh, I need to keep you away from Kuroka. You've already got the teasing down, I can't let her corrupt you further."
That earned him another giggle from the crimson-haired girl, one that tapered off into a sigh as she once more settled against him.
"You should come to the school more often," she murmured.
"I can only take so many lectures before I start to go crazy. Besides, we see each other so often that it doesn't really matter."
Akeno tilted her head, letting her hair spill over her shoulder. "That doesn't mean you can't stop by the club building after school."
At the table, Kiba looked up from the papers he was organizing, nodding in agreement. "They're right. It would be nice to have you around more, senpai."
Gasper practically bounced in his seat, stars in his eyes as he leaned forward. "We could all go on a patrol together again! I want to show you how much I've improved in an actual fight!"
Raytherion's lips softened into a warm smile. "I… will take that into account, Kiba. As for you Gasper, next time you head out, let me know. I'll come along and you can show me what you can do. No more hesitating, hm?"
Gasper nodded enthusiastically. "I will! I promise!"
Raytherion's gaze moved over to Zekka, who was still sitting at the table, writing something in her notebook. "How about you, Zekka?"
Zekka's pink eyes lifted from her notebook. "I'm fine, thank you for asking. Balancing school, training and dealing with stray devils… though I will say that I agree with everyone saying you should visit more often. Training with you is much more fruitful than Kiba."
Kiba's smile twitched at the playful jab. "I see…" he said softly, but the faintest hint of competitive spirit shone through his gaze. "That isn't what you said after our last spar, though, Zekka-san."
Zekka's eyes narrowed further, lowering her notebook as she turned her full attention to him. "If I could use my real Balance Breaker, you wouldn't be so smug," she shot back.
"I wouldn't call it smugness," Kiba replied calmly. "Just an observation."
Zekka's cheeks puffed out slightly, growling. "It's not my fault the other sword in my Sacred Gear was lost hundreds of years ago!"
Kiba chuckled. "True," he admitted softly. "But it doesn't change the outcome of our spar, does it?"
Zekka stood up abruptly, thrusting her hand to the side where a Gremory teleportation circle began to appear on the floor. "Fine!" She smirked. "Let's go and see who wins this time. We're going to the training grounds." She stepped into the circle, cracking her knuckles. "We're going all out this time. No holding back so I can put you in your place."
Kiba's blue eyes sharpened as he stood up, accepting the challenge and moving towards her. "As you wish, Zekka-san."
Gasper blinked, looking between the two of them as Kiba's hand landed gently on his shoulder.
"Come along, Gasper," Kiba said, tone warm as he guided the Dhamphir towards the sigil. "You can watch and learn." Kiba turned back to the others sitting on the couch, giving a small wave. "We will see you four later."
"W-wait, I wanted to talk to Raytheron-senpai more–" Gasper tried to protest, but his words were cut off as the circle flared to life, swallowing the three in a burst of red light.
The room fell quiet as the light faded away, leaving the three girls alone with Raytherion before he cut through the quiet.
"It's good that Zekka seems more comfortable now, especially with Kiba and Gasper. Her and Kiba… they're like bickering siblings dragging a third into their antics."
"Mmm. I remember the first time I met her, a year ago, when you brought her into your peerage," Rias said, shaking her head softly. "She just… stared at me. Or rather, she stared at my chest with such visible distaste that I didn't even know what to say."
"I thought she was just jealous," Akeno added, looking down at her own chest. "But after getting to know her, it became… a bit more understandable."
Raytherion nodded softly. "Having you all as her friends has helped her a lot. It seemed to have all stemmed from her solitude before joining my Peerage, so I am glad to see that introducing her to you all was the right decision."
As he spoke, Shirone shifted in his lap. "You stopped petting me…"
"So bossy," he muttered, but his hands moved back to the top of her head, making her close her eyes again with a smile.
With the catgirl placated, Raytherion turned his gaze to Akeno.
"Have you set a date to meet with your father again?"
The question made Akeno stiffen. Long ago, she might have shut him out or deflected the question. Now, she simply lowered her gaze and spoke softly.
"Next week on Wednesday."
"Good. Continue to talk with him. I know that the first few times must have been awkward, but I'm glad that you've kept at it."
Raytherion's eyes shifted to Rias and Shirone briefly before returning to Akeno. "Do you want to talk about it later in private?"
Akeno blinked, then shook her head, violet eyes warm as she realized why he asked that question. "No," she said softly, but firmly. "It's fine. Rias and Shirone already know. I trust them–all of them– with this. Thank you, Raytherion."
Raytherion smiled at her, giving her a single nod.
She didn't end the conversation there, though, instead leaning in to whisper.
"My father… he wants to meet you."
"Huh?"
Akeno pulled back, her lips curling as she watched his reaction. "Fufu~" she giggled, enjoying the way his eyes widened at the mention of a possible conversation between him and her father.
Raytherion cleared his throat, shifting as he tried to stand up. "Maybe it's time I visited–"
But Shirone's golden eyes snapped open, her arms wrapping around him as she glared.
Simultaneously, Rias and Akeno's hold on his arms tightened, pulling him back down with surprising force as all three pinned him to the couch.
"... Seriously?"
Rias smirked.
"You're not escaping that easily…"
Shirone's tails squeezed his leg.
"Stop pretending like you don't like this…"
Akeno sighed in amusement.
"Running away from a girl's father is cowardly, Ray-kun…"
He would have responded, but a ripple of magic emanated from the center of the room.
A sigil bearing a Phoenix.
Author's Note:
I can't recall if I started another chapter the same way ("The air rippled" or whatever)
Remade the scene from OG JJK when he visited Amanai's school with a little twist, I am not sure if it's subtle or obvious, but I did take inspiration from a certain meme about nonchalant people.
Still kinda made me cringe when revising it. I hope that it's humorous for you all reading from the perspective of just readers, though. I suppose there's a difference in reading something when you are the author vs the reader.
That also kind of applies to the whole Akeno "ara" and "fufu" thing, reading it in other works that I didn't take any part in feels alright, but when I'm writing out that she's making those noises I can't help but want to shoot myself.
Oh well.
I had a hard time deciding how I wanted Shirone's body to change due to her growth not being hindered by the lack of Senjutsu. The good thing is that if I feel like she's too short, she still has a couple of years where she could realistically grow a few inches. Also I think she's a year older than she was in canon. Will this small change come back to bite me in the ass in the future? Who knows.
Can't do anything about her chest size, now though. So, rejoice, people who wanted her to be a shortstack.
Gasper is not a shut-in, too.
Here's a Zekka image so you all can get an idea of what she looks like