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“Oh my god. Ena, you have to see this.”
Ena feels a tug on her hand- manicured fingers wondrously intertwined with Mizuki’s- and is led across the mall walkway to a boutique window. Mizuki grins wide, bouncing on her heels. (She still hasn’t let go, and Ena almost blushes as though they haven’t been dating for a month now, damn her heart.)
“And what, exactly, am I supposed to be looking at?” Ena asks. The window is cluttered with accessories, many of them very much to Mizuki’s taste- cute.
Mizuki twirls her finger dramatically and points. “That one!”
“That one” happens to be a very small hat. So small, in fact, that it’s more of a hair clip than anything. Ena stares at it. She blinks a few times for good measure.
Mizuki looks at her expectantly, the same smile unmoved from her cheeks.
“It’s ridiculous,” Ena sighs. “But you’re going to buy it anyways, aren’t you?”
“You got it, Enanan! Not only is it ridiculous, but it’s also very small and cute. Just like you!”
Damn her heart again. Ena crosses her arms to pretend that her face isn’t bright red. If she can convince herself, then maybe Mizuki won’t notice. She’s smiling, though, and her eyes sparkle with affection.
“Now, what would you even wear it with?”
Mizuki smirks, that trademark cat-like grin that she so frequently sports whenever she's got an idea or a playful insult up her sleeve. It’s stupid. She's stupid. She's witty and stupid- a living, breathing contradiction.
Ena adores her.
“I bought a bolt of fabric from that craft store down the street the other day, and the color and pattern are almost a complete match!” Mizuki explains. “I’ve already got the perfect outfit in mind.”
Now that piques her curiosity, with her perfect intersection of being an artist, fashion enthusiast… and Mizuki enthusiast. God, she makes her so silly.
“Do you have any sketches yet? I’d love to see what you’ve come up with.”
She goes back to bouncing excitedly. “Yeah! Want to come back to my place after this? I could show you!”
The offer makes her chest feel warm. Mizuki from a year ago never would’ve asked Ena if she wanted to come over, never would’ve let herself entertain the idea of letting anyone into an environment so personal as her own home. She's grown so much, and it’s an incredible sight.
There’s only one answer. “Yeah, I’d love to!”
“Yay! You’re the best, Enanan.” Mizuki throws her arms around her, and while playful, Ena can feel the care in the way she holds her.
Ena squeezes her back before gently shoving her off of her. With love. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s go get your weird little hat, Amia.”
They head inside, and, much to Mizuki’s happiness, the little shop is filled to the brim with similar accessories. She looks like a kid in a candy store, eyes wide as she takes it all in.
“I’m shocked we’ve never found this place before,” she says, awestruck.
After wandering around for a while, taking in the countless, glittery, and in Mizuki’s accurate words, absolutely adorable trinkets, they head over to the counter to pay. (It took a lot of willpower for neither of them to pick up anything other than what they came in for.)
Or, rather, they would’ve.
“Mizuki, your wallet isn’t going to magically materialize in your purse,” Ena sighs, placing a reassuring hand on her arm. She’d forgotten her money at home, it would seem, as she picked through every pocket of her bag to no avail. It was probably still on her desk, and Ena can sense her frustration as she visualizes it in her mind’s eye.
Her shoulders slump a bit, but she smiles. “It’s fine! I can always come back another day anyways. It’ll speed up our shopping trip, at least.”
That simply won’t do. Ena hates her dejected expression and she loves her too much. Without any further thought, she retrieves her own wallet and counts out the allotted yen.
“Ena, you really don’t have to-“
“Excuse me, miss?” She waves to the cashier, busy stocking the shelves behind the counter. “I’d like to check out.”
Mizuki tries to snatch the yen from her hand. Ena deftly tugs it away from her and slides it to the bemused clerk across the counter. Years of fighting with Akito over who gets the last slice of cheesecake and attempts to shove unwanted carrots onto each other’s plates have definitely paid off.
Soon, a small bag containing an even smaller hat is handed to her, and she thanks the cashier before holding it out to Mizuki.
“I believe this is for you,” she says, smiling.
Reluctantly, Mizuki takes the bag, the plastic crinkling in her hand. “You’re too nice to me all the time.”
“I am not!”
You’re too nice to me, Ena wants to say, wants to cup her cheeks and kiss her senseless and tell her everything she loves about her, just how deep her adoration runs. But they’re in public. So, instead, Ena takes her hand and stands on her tip toes and presses her lips to Mizuki's cheek for a quick moment.
“I just love you an awful lot,” she whispers.
Mizuki flushes bright red. “It’s no fair when you tease me like this. That’s my job!”
“I guess I’ve stolen the position!” Ena tugs on her hand, leading her out into the midst of the mall again.
Mizuki grins and touches her cheek with the hand that isn’t currently held by Ena’s. “I suppose it does pay better, this way.”
Before they leave, Mizuki puts on the hat. It is ridiculous, like Ena had said earlier. But it’s also very, very cute, a perfect fit for the adorable girl wearing it.