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“Hello kitty! The fuck is hello kitty doing in Hot topic?!”
Mina holds the pink Hawaii shirt up to inspect, expression pinched overly suspicious on the cartoon cat. Jirou heaves a heavy, heavy sigh.
The cash register lady looks at Jirou with with an unimpressed look, pierced eyebrow raised. Jirou mirrors her, and the lady backs off. Jirou huffs and straightens her leatherjacket. No one is going to give her shit for having a loud prep girlfriend.
She took said prep girlfriend to Hot topic for the first time today. Mina tends to shop at thrift stores and online stores (also Claire’s if she really wanted to indulge herself, but Jirou would be damned if those hello kitty hair clips didn’t look good on her) but Jirou lost her mind when she said she had never been in Hot fucking topic. Firstly, Mina’s kind belongs here. Not the prep kind, although putting Aoyama in here would be hilarious- but the I wear whatever I want and I do not care if said whatever is highly inappropriate to all of Japan, I will rock it type, which is very much Mina’s essence. She is ridiculously bold and so is this damn store, so it only made sense Jirou showed her around. Secondly, Jirou spent enough time in this specific store as a child for it to count as a second home. Mina has been to her actual home already, so here they are.
“I told you its not just edgy stuff here,” Jirou spoke up, turning around to see that Mina has now slung the shirt over her arm and is after more merchandise, “if you actually listened to me rant about it instead of staring at my thighs the entire ride here you’d know.”
Mina visibly jumps after being called out. Cash register lady snorts.
“Girl, they look really good in fishnet! Not my fault my hot punk rocker girlfriend is hot. Also, I still think you should wear them with your uniform too,” Mina babbles on, grabbing a leather miniskirt at the same time.
“I wouldn’t risk it, your grades would suffer big time.” Jirou replies while eyeing the skirt. Because it is true, Mina has nothing else to say. She sticks her tongue out and continues to flitter around, choosing more black clothing than Jirou had anticipated at first. She won’t say anything against it at all. Mina in black sounds damn good if you ask her.
Jirou is unfortunate to say, but she has sort of grown out of the joy of buying shit in Hot topic. She rarely saunters in here anymore, as most stores has started to sell edgier clothes she finds aesthetically pleasing. When that sort of underground fashion was more taboo for the locals then hell yeah, eleven year old Jirou would camp inside here; use up her lunch money for some studded belts without second thought; imagine herself working part time as a Hot topic cashier, due to childish naivety not knowing how hellish custom service is, of course. But now she is seventeen, and Jirou is leaning against a rack of band t-shirts she surely has at home, more interested in what Mina will do in her childhood shop than anything else.
She picks a few cartoon skull hair clips and Jirou mentally hoots- Mina looks really cute with hair clips on- and she turns around happily. “I think I’m done! Where’s the changing room?” That surprises Jirou a little, since Mina oftentimes just buys clothes on a whim without tying them on. But she obliges anyways. With a hand on the smaller part of Mina’s back Jirou walks towards the changing rooms, walking further into the store.
The store is rather big, so they loose sight of cashier lady fast.
Jirou waits outside of Mina’s changing room, checking her own reflection in the mirror beside the occupied stall.
The studded leather jacket is surprisingly not from here. She and Mina ventured into a thrift store and she found it in the “men” section (as if a fucking thrift store is sectioned by gender) contrasted by the brown leather jackets crowding beside its glory. Jirou has four other leather jackets already, eleven jackets in total, but this one is bound to be one of her favorites. As it is a man sized, it is longer than the other ones she already has, reaching her mid thigh and painted fingertips barely poking through the sleeves. The collar is popped, shoulder spikes polished and leather comfortably worn. Practically flawless as leather jackets can be. Which means she has to check on whats below the damn beautiful thing to make sure it also looks good; but an oversized black dress shirt with the three first buttons popped open, a red pleated miniskirt with multiple bike chains hanging off can never go wrong anyways. Not to mention the fishnets and polished doc martens with bright red undersides- Jirou dressed up for this occasion, okay. Excuse her excitement, will you.
While she is adjusting her dog tag the curtains beside her swishes open.
“Kyoka~ I’m done!”
Jirou turns to see what Mina had mixed together, and when she sees it she simply stands there. Red in the face.
There the pink girl stands, proud of herself, clad only in mostly blacks and dark purples.
She is wearing that leather skirt from before, topped off with a layer combo; tight black turtleneck with a chest and shoulder cutout underneath a way too huge band shirt tucked into the tight leather skirt- the shirt so huge that the collar slips off both shoulders. There is a thick dog collar around her throat, with a matching, bulky bracelet on her wrist. She even used the cute-yet-edgy hair clips.
She really wanted revenge for being called out about the damn fishnets, huh.
“I...” Jirou mumbles out. Unintelligible.
Mina’s grin widens, and she tilts her head to give Jirou a sassy look that borders... Something else. Jirou instinctively takes a step closer. Then Mina shifts her legs, leather squeaking from the posture change. Hugging her hips and thighs ever so close.
Jirou is going to loose her fucking mind.
“I have never seen you in so much black before.” She finally pushes out. And it is not like she doesn’t absolutely love it when Mina is wearing colorfully questionable clothing, because Mina has a way with her appearance that makes everything look good and Jirou is entirely fascinated by it. However, seeing her in something so different, something so Jirou has opened something in her that she has no understanding of.
Half lidded eyes widen at actually being spoken to, but they continue to shine with that mischievous glint anyways. Mina toys with the end of her dark shirt while she talks, “You know I like being full o’ surprises, and whats more surprising for me than being in all black?“
“You’re not even in full black.”
“Deadass?” Mina’s expression does not change, “I’ve gotta be colorblind. Show me the colors then, Kyoka~”
Jirou does not know what to do with that. She just knows it is something to do to distract herself from how hot the empty shop just became. Her fingers just wants to do something apparently, if their unbearably light shaking is anything to go by. So she swallows her heart back down to its righteous place in her chest, and takes a few steps towards her gorgeous girlfriend. She avoids eye contact by looking down on the band shirt, getting close enough to see small colorful details.
She tries very hard to ignore the cleavage barely hidden by the useless collar, but that is deemed difficult when Mina pushes her even closer.
“There’s lilac right there,” Jirou lifts her hand to try to show where on the shirt the damn lilac is without groping her girlfriend out in public. She decides that fuck it, she is my girlfriend who is trying and succeeding to get me bothered anyway, and she softly touches a few specks by the collar, palms barely coming in contact with her body. Mina’s chest heaves quickly at first, settling down just as quickly. A puff of fruity scent warms her already warm face, and at that moment Jirou realizes how close their faces are too. She moves towards the centre of the shirt, fingertips stubborn to not lift away from the fabric. “Neon green right in here.”
Mina hums along, and Jirou can feel the vibrations on the pad of her fingers. Really, she can feel it in her own body, could probably feel it more if she stepped even closer, properly laid her hands on her. She refrains from putting hands on Mina for now, but she takes a step closer. I am just a human, Jirou finds herself explaining in her head, and Mina is a goddess from fucking outer space. And we are in Hot topic. I am being seduced in fucking Hot topic. Jirou almost has a laughing fit due to the ridiculousity of it all but is grounded when a bare leg slips between hers, amping up the fire building in the lower part of her stomach. After groping Mina’s torso enough she finally lifts her eyes to look at her face, sees the same provocative expression as before. Pressing her even closer, both figuratively and literally, with Mina’s hand snaked underneath the leather jacket and roaming her back.
There is no major parts of hair on her face, hair clips with cartoon skulls holding the curly bangs back. Jirou lifts a hand to brush it through the hair, petting it so Mina almost melts in her hand. Then she pokes a hair clip.
“There’s a color. White.”
Mina stares dazed at her before chortling, knocking their foreheads together.
Jirou bites back a smile, “Don’t laugh. I never said I was done pointing out that you’re not wearing all black.”
That does not stop the other girl’s giggle, but she does slow down somewhat. Mina continues to smile which Jirou has no objections to, while playing with the popped collar of Jirou’s shirt.
“Y’know” she says, “you basically told me to stop wearing a shirt.”
“I literally want you to never take any of this off.”
Mina hums, then her smile borders a smirk once again.
“What if I add on though? My legs are all bare,” for some reason she feels like demonstrating by sliding the leg between Jirou farther up, “those tall leather boots I’ve got back home would match the skirt, it’s all black too, s’ matchies.”
Jirou whines, burrowing her face into the nook between Mina’s neck and shoulder.
“I’ve been thinkin’ bout fishnets too, obviously, but I can’t take them on now since they’re like, in a package.”
Something about that wakes Jirou from her thirst. She lifts her face back up, eyebrows furrowed. “If you wanted fishnets you could just borrow mine.“
Mina just snorts.
“Really? I know we’re a lesbian couple, and thats wha’ we gays do,” Then Jirou feels a palm slide down her thigh. The limb jumps into the warm touch, and Mina smirks proudly “but you are way more petít than me. My thunder thighs wont fit your size.”
Jirou’s eyebrows only furrows more. Her breathing turns heavier with every second Mina does not remove her hand, hyper focusing on the touch as if nothing in the entire world matters anymore. She wants to be able to give a cool reply back, she really does, but her tongue lies useless in her mouth and her teeth are digging into her lip to stop herself from making embarrassing sounds. They are in public already. In a store anyone could walk inside and catch them do this in. They should in all honesty stop this now and find a more private area, maybe go into the changing room, but Jirou cannot for the love of the goddess above stop herself from enjoying the moment.
“Hey, can I point out colors too? Coz’ its mad unfair of you to point out I’m not in all black when you’re wearing this.” Mina speaks like nothing is happening between them here in the back of a Hot topic store. Instead she lifts up Jirou’s pleated red skirt, rows of cold chains grazing Jirou’s hot skin.
Kill me now.
A whine actually escapes her. A rather loud one too. Her hips jerk forward too in a desperate roll. Jirou’s face burns so hot she could probably douse herself with the fire contained in her cheeks.
“You want me to take that off? Got black underneath.” She finds herself grunting, all logic going out of the window now that she finally let that godawful sound out.
Mina stills for a moment, and Jirou opens her eyes to find her girlfriend’s bright pink face flit through million emotions all at one. Desperation and surprise one of them, of course. That reply even shocked Jirou herself. If they we’re going to be horny in public Jirou always thought that she had to be the one to restrict Mina. Yet here she is, surprising them both by acting like a bitch in heat. At last Mina decides to show the Bitch mercy, leaning in to give Jirou a well deserved kiss.
On the nose.
“There’s red there, too.”
Before Jirou can whine like the utter bottom she is, cashier lady with the eyebrow piercings finally decides to see what is taking them so long.
Once the woman sees them tabgled up together, she reprimands them dryly, and glares at them so they latch off each other completely. Afterwards she sighs heavily and walks back to the cash register, leaving the two teenagers quiet and awkward. Like that, the magic between them is broken. Mina goes back to her changing room and Jirou goes to the other one beside her, crouching down and covering her red face with her hands. Later Mina walks out with her already bought clothes and Jirou forces herself to move too, face still completely red. Mina pays. The cashier glares at Jirou even while working the register and shoving clothes into a bag, probably disgusted by the fact that she is the bottom, and that she got stared down by a bottom too. Jirou glares back just as hard, if not harder for interrupting them. The lady does not back down this time.
They walk out of the store, almost overwhelmed by the lighter air outside the shop they spent so much time in.
Jirou spends some time watching the people walk by, minding their own business. Out here people are just, walking around. Buying and eating shit, spending time with family and friends. Normal stuff. Totally not grinding on each other in clothes that they have not even bought yet, that is for sure. How bizarre.
It is so bizarre that when the girls look back towards each other, they burst out laughing.