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Oh, I think that top would go really well with this skirt I found! Mizuki made sure said skirt was securely draped over her arm, and then she started flicking through the rack of tops, looking for Ena's size.
Ena sighed loudly. Or, perhaps, it only sounded so loud because she was directly next to Mizuki when she did it.
Has she caught on to me…? Mizuki wondered, but Ena's eyes were fixed on the dressing rooms on the opposite side of the store. Mizuki stopped her search to direct her gaze to the source of Ena's exasperation.
It was Mafuyu, who had just wandered out of a dressing room in a... curious outfit.
Mizuki smiled fondly. "She picked that out all by herself, you know."
Ena sighed again. "I know." Mafuyu had on a baggy half-zip sweatshirt, fully zipped with the collar popped up, loose basketball shorts, long socks, and sneakers. The whole ensemble managed to look slightly unkempt despite all the clothes being brand new. "I know," Ena repeated, like she was reassuring herself of the fact.
"The colors all match, you know." Mizuki pointed out, going back to rifling through the clothes rack. Please, please, let Ena’s size be here in pink!
Ena nodded slowly. "That is true." Everything Mafuyu was wearing was predominantly black or purple, with just a hint of white and pink as accent colors. "Even so..." Ena sighed. "If someone else had picked all that out for her and told her it looked good, I would rip them a new one. But, because she picked it herself..."
"You're not going to say anything." Mizuki finished.
"Exactly."
Mizuki studied Mafuyu, who was now watching Kanade try on jackets, for a moment longer. The combination of clothes Mafuyu had selected was admittedly a little unorthodox, but her shoulders were relaxed, her face calm and content, her eyes bright... "You know, she looks really comfortable."
Ena sighed again. "I know. That's the most frustrating part."
Mizuki giggled. Was that the fourth time Ena had sighed in the last few minutes? "Here, just stop looking. Try these on." Mizuki handed the top she’d just pulled off the rack and a long skirt with a slit to Ena.
"Oka—Hey, Mizuki, why is this a crop top?" Ena's tone took on a dangerous slant as she held up the offending bright pink top.
Mizuki blinked innocently. Has she noticed the slit in the skirt yet? "I just think you'd look good in it, that's all."
Ena sighed again.