Imaizumi Keita's brain went blank for a moment.
Looking at Yanami Anna, whose cheeks were flushed with expectation, he didn't know how to react for a while.
Uniform?
Did Yanami Anna actually bring this up first?
Shouldn't this kind of thing be proposed by him, and then Yanami Anna would half-reluctantly comply...
Imaizumi Keita suddenly felt like he didn't have much of a sense of achievement...
Yanami Anna, your addiction seems much greater than mine...
"...What did you say?"
He ultimately chose to use a question to hide his emotions.
Can't give Anna-chan too much of a good face, or she'll really think she's grasped my fetishes...
"I said,"
Seeing him like this, Yanami Anna's sense of shame was instead replaced by the courage of a successful prank.
She extended her index finger and drew circles on Imaizumi Keita's chest, repeating, "U-ni-form."
Seeing that Imaizumi Keita still had a blank, unresponsive look, she couldn't help but puff out her cheeks in dissatisfaction.
"Honestly, Keita, you guy—how can you become so dense at a critical moment? Isn't this the kind of thing boys should be more excited about?"
"Anna-chan," he sighed helplessly and pinched her puffed-up cheek, "While that's true, if I were more excited, I would only prepare clothes for you to wear."
"If you want me to wear some uniform, shouldn't you have prepared it for me in advance, Anna-chan?"
"Ugh... who knows if you'd secretly prepare a whole set of uniforms."
Yanami Anna retorted vaguely, then as if remembering something, her eyes lit up, "Right! School uniform! Keita, you can just wear your school uniform!"
School uniform?
Looking at Yanami Anna's sparkling eyes, a familiar heat gradually rose in his heart.
...
When Imaizumi Keita fished out the summer school uniform he hadn't worn for some time from the wardrobe, Yanami Anna was sitting obediently on the edge of the bed, legs together and hands nervously placed on her knees.
"Wait here." Imaizumi Keita took the clothes and glanced at her, "No peeking."
"Who—who's going to peek!"
Yanami Anna immediately stiffened her neck to retort, but her cheeks uncontrollably flushed with a suspicious red hue.
Imaizumi Keita didn't pay any more attention to her stubbornness and walked into the bathroom, closing the door.
Through the frosted glass door, Yanami Anna could vaguely see the silhouette of him taking off his T-shirt and shorts, and the movements of putting on the shirt and trousers.
Her heart began to thud wildly, and her palms broke into a thin layer of sweat due to nervousness.
What on earth am I expecting...
It's just changing into a set of clothes. It should be... no different from how he looks at school normally, right?
While she was persuading herself in her heart, she couldn't take her eyes off that bathroom door.
Less than a minute later, the bathroom door opened with a "click."
Imaizumi Keita's figure reappeared before her eyes.
In that instant, Yanami Anna felt her breath hitch.
Unlike his usual slightly casual way of dressing at school, at this moment, he wore that familiar school uniform meticulously.
The shirt buttons were fastened to the very top, perfectly wrapping around his slender neck.
Beneath the shirt were a pair of long legs, making his whole being radiate a sense of ascetic detachment.
He no longer had his usual laziness, replaced by that initial image in the classroom of the "cool handsome guy" who was indifferent to his surroundings.
"...How is it?"
"Mmm..."
Yanami Anna looked at Imaizumi Keita somewhat dazedly, gave a vague response, and stood up to walk over.
Not until the distance between them was less than half a meter did she stop, lift her hand, grab his shirt tie, and gently tug downward.
Imaizumi Keita's body leaned forward slightly due to her action, and the distance between the two was pulled even closer.
Yanami Anna didn't speak.
She just stood on tiptoe, tilted her head slightly, and gave him a kiss.
After the kiss, Yanami Anna finally made her request with embarrassment.
"Hey... Keita..."
"Hmm?"
"Could you, could you act a bit more harsh..."
Yanami Anna explained with a bit of embarrassment: "Just like how you scolded me at the Family Restaurant at the very beginning... I feel that version of you is super charismatic..."
"Anna-chan, you seem to... particularly like these clothes?"
"Mmm... Keita in a school uniform, I... particularly like."
Hearing the emotions Yanami Anna expressed, Imaizumi Keita felt he could no longer suppress his love for her.
...
...
The next morning, Yanami Anna was awakened by the morning light peeking through the gap in the curtains.
She shifted her body, feeling a sense of emptiness against her skin.
Looking down, she realized she was wearing a men's white dress shirt that was clearly oversized.
The sleeves were long enough to cover her palms, the hem barely reached her thighs, and the collar hung loosely open, revealing her delicate collarbones.
Was this... the one Keita wore yesterday?
Memories of last night were fragmented and searing, making her cheeks flush; she decided to stop overthinking it.
She pulled up the quilt until only her eyes were showing, looking around guiltily like a thief.
The room was quiet; she was alone.
Where was Keita?
Just as she was wondering, the bedroom door was gently pushed open from the outside.
Imaizumi Keita walked in, casually wrapped in a bath towel and carrying a glass of warm milk.
"Awake?"
He walked to the bedside, placed the milk on the nightstand, then leaned down and kissed her forehead.
"Mmh..."
Yanami Anna was startled; worried he might do something "bad" again, she quickly shrank back into the quilt.
"Alright, stop hiding."
Imaizumi Keita found her reaction quite amusing.
He reached out, pulled back a corner of the bothersome quilt, and then climbed in himself, pulling her into his arms from behind.
"Hey! Keita! What are you doing?!"
Yanami Anna struggled symbolically for a moment but soon settled down, letting him hold her.
"Nothing,"
Imaizumi Keita's chin rested gently on the top of her head. "I just felt like my girlfriend still looked a bit sleepy, so I came to stay in bed with you a little longer."
"Who—who's sleepy?!"
Yanami Anna retorted stubbornly, but her body honestly snuggled closer into his warm embrace.
Feeling the steady heartbeat from Imaizumi Keita's chest, the panic in her heart gradually subsided.
She was silent for a moment, then finally couldn't help but ask in a low voice:
"Um... Keita."
"Hm?"
"Was I... a bit... too strange last night?"
Hearing her question, filled with uncertainty and worry, Imaizumi Keita gave a low chuckle.
He tightened his arms around her waist, buried his head in the crook of her neck, and gave her a light, fleeting kiss.
"Not at all. I think Anna-chan last night... was the cutest girl in the world."
He paused, reminiscing for a moment before slowly adding.
"Whether it was your proactive side or the way you cried when I teased you... it was all so cute that it makes me... want to do it again."
"You—!"
Yanami Anna felt the shift in Imaizumi Keita's mood and felt like crying but had no tears.
Urgent!
My boyfriend's physical stamina is too strong; what do I do if I can't satisfy him?!
...
After eating breakfast, the two were in no hurry to head out.
Imaizumi Keita curled up lazily on the sofa, while Yanami Anna contentedly used his lap as a pillow, switching TV channels with the remote.
"This variety show is so boring..."
She muttered, changing the channel.
"The male lead in this drama is so greasy..."
She changed it again.
"You're the one who's the greasiest."
Imaizumi Keita's fingers twirled through her smooth hair, his voice carrying the laziness of someone who had just eaten their fill.
"No, I'm not!" Yanami Anna retorted immediately, though she didn't even bother to look up. "This is called... a sweet burden!"
"I think you're more like a sweet koala; you've been clinging to me all morning."
He chuckled and lightly pinched her cheek.
"Is that not allowed? Isn't a boyfriend's lap meant to be used as a pillow?"
Yanami Anna spoke with conviction, even adjusting her position to make herself more comfortable.
"Besides, last night was so exhausting, I haven't recovered yet..."
The moment the words left her mouth, she regretted it, shyly burying her face in his chest.
Just then, the TV happened to show a promotional video for a Summer Fireworks Festival, featuring young men and women in various Yukatas.
"That's right! Yukatas!"
Yanami Anna smacked her forehead and jumped up from the sofa. "I almost forgot something so important! Hurry, hurry, Keita, let's head out now!"
Half an hour later, the two appeared at the department store in front of the station.
Yanami Anna pulled him straight to the Kimono counter.
A variety of colorful Yukatas filled the entire counter, a dazzling sight to behold.
"Wow... this one is so pretty! It has a goldfish pattern!"
"Ah! This Morning Glory one isn't bad either; it feels so gentle..."
Yanami Anna zipped through the racks with excitement, occasionally picking one up to hold against herself and looking back expectantly for Imaizumi Keita's opinion.
"Keita, what do you think of this one? The light blue one with Hydrangeas."
"Hmm, not bad. It suits your skin tone."
"What about this one? Deep blue with a fireworks pattern. Doesn't it feel more like a Festival?"
"It's also quite nice; it looks very serene."
"You guy, can't you give some specific advice? What's the difference between 'not bad' and 'nice' anyway!"
After several attempts, Yanami Anna couldn't take it anymore. She stopped, puffed out her cheeks, and complained with her hands on her hips.
Imaizumi Keita looked at her and shrugged helplessly.
He stepped forward, took the fireworks Yukata from her hand, and picked up another one next to it—a white one dotted with red Camellias.
"I'm not being perfunctory," he said, holding the two garments side by side in front of her with a hint of a smile in his voice.
"To me, these are just canvases. What's truly beautiful is the person who's going to wear them. So my real thought is—"
...
"—I can't help it. Since my girlfriend is so pretty, everything looks good on her."
Yanami Anna turned her face away and muttered "smooth talker" under her breath, while inwardly sighing.
Keita, it's because you're so sweet-talked and... capable... that I'm always so soft-hearted toward you...
Otherwise, there's no way I'd go along with your Scumbag behavior so easily...
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