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Is this boy ignoring her? Really?
"Chuuya," she calls for maybe the sixth time. Kouyou couldn't understand what would get this boy in this sort of mood. No… she knows. She just doesn't understand how his attitude hasn't changed after so long. Her hand brushes against the small of Chuuya's back. His street clothes were so… soft. Unusually so. Perhaps… "Have you gone shopping lately?"
His head perks just a little, just enough for her to notice. "I took Gin and Tachihara out for clothes. A gift for their anniversary." Oh? How kind. And the soft blush coating his cheeks at the admittance only made her giggle.
"Yet you picked up some clothes of your own?" She couldn't help it. He was so easy to fluster. Of course, Kouyou meant nothing by the accusation. It was likely that Tachihara had forced him to buy at least one new outfit.
Not to say the outfit was bad. Not like how… tacky, for better words, Tachihara's outfits typically were. How he managed to pull a beauty like Gin was beyond Kouyou. But then again, most thought the same of Mori and her, so she couldn't say much.
But at least Chuuya learned how to style his clothes. Unlike that boy.
If only he could keep himself looking proper. The collar of his dress shirt was all flattened, some of it caught under his black sweater vest.
"Tachihara put it—" She straightens his shirts and aligns his choker. "—in the cart. I thought it was for him." So she was right. Kouyou pulls his necklace out from under his sweater, dropping it in the middle of his chest.
"The size didn't make anything click in your head?" Whoops.
"Mom!" What.
His face was completely flushed when Kouyou looks away from his outfit. Almost like when he accidentally called Mori "dad" back when he was still a teen.
How adorable.
"Sweet baby…" She whispers, just in time for him to hear before he stormed off.