Chapter 47-Part 12

In the fitting room, Tsundere-kun barely has the skirt draped over his backside.

I observe him straining and struggling to pull them up, stunned at the sight, moreso than anything I had ever seen before.

His pink panties, clearly meant for very heavyset women, was swallowed into a shape that resembled a thong or fundoshi.

As he grunted once to pull them up, his rear jiggled and bounced in protest, forcing them back down.

I had an idea.

"Give me those.", I asked.

He hands over the skirt, and I use a nifty method Father taught me when new jeans didn't fit me right away: Easing up the brim.

This was a skirt, of course, but I hoped it would work, nonetheless.

I give it back to him.

"Try it out.", I said, hoping for the best.

He does so, and it works, until the top where he struggled once again.

As much as I wanted to admire the sacred view, I had no choice.

Putting my hands on the cuff of it, I could feel the top of his rear.

"E-Eek!", he shrieks, reflexively.

"Relax, I'm trying to help.", I tell him.

"Y-yes. I know. Sorry.", he responds.

The PTSD from Deadpan-kun's grandpa didn't wear off, apparently.

As I finish pulling them up, he says, "S-sorry again."

"No, it's my fault. I should have warned you before touching.", I respond.

He smiles, and shakes his head.

"There's something I want to tell you. That night at Isayama-san's party...wasn't the first time I had been groped."

I figured as much.

"For years, I have been teased, tormented, and touched by pervs, and jealous girls. When we first met, I mistook you for another one of them. I'm happy that I was wrong for once in my life.", he says, swaying his hips from side to side softly, as he fidgets his fingers, tearing up happily.

"I-I had no idea how rough it really was...", I respond, almost crying myself.

"It's perfectly fine.", he responds with a smile.

After a moment, he nervously scratches his cheek with one hand, while twirling one of his pigtails with the other.

"S-so...it's not like I asked you for your opinion or anything, baka, but...how do I look?", he asks.

I grab his arm, saying, "It looks good on you."

"T-thanks.", he says, looking up at me, blushing, as we lock eyes.

"No problem.", I said, blushing even further.

As we hold hands, faces drawing closer, he says, "This is cheating. You know we can't kiss on the second date either, baka.", blushing more.

"Sweetie.", I respond, intensity matching his, as we are both breathing heavy with passion.

"Baka..."

"Sweetie..."

"Baka..."

"Swee~"

A loud knock interrupted us as our lips were less than an inch away from touching each other.

"Are you two okay in there? I heard a scream."

It was the saleswoman.

"Sorry, reflex!", Tsundere-kun calls out.

"A-anyways, let's go. We wasted enough time as it is, baka.", he says.

He buys a pink shirt and a long pink hime cut wig with the skirt(that we had to pay for, regardless of whether or not it fitted in the first place, as my tampering of it constituted as property damage), bringing the total to an allowance draining 400 yen.

I sigh as we head back.

Yep, just another day.