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stared at you, unblinking, as you held up two bras for his inspection. “Well?
Which one do you think would suit me more?” you prompted.
After much deliberation, he nodded towards the one on the
left. “That one.”
You turned it towards you, going over it analytically.
“It suits your skin tone better, I think.” Kuroko shrugged,
adjusting the pile of bras draped over his arm. “I think you should put it in
Nodding once, firmly, you added it to the other bras he was
holding, and hung the rejected one back up. “Y’know, I can’t tell whether
you’re being truthful or not, you’re not giving me much enthusiasm. You sure
you’re not tired?”
He gave you a lightly wounded look, which by now you could
tell was fake (though it used to make you apologize incessantly when you had
first met him). “Have I ever lied to you?”
You snorted, already sifting through another rack. “I’m not
sure, I’ve never been able to tell.” Kuroko was thankful that you could never
tell, because then you would have noticed all the racy lingerie he had stuffed
into the pile when you hadn’t been looking.
Kise: Kise was
all business, and had basically taken over the entire operation. It was like
having a personal stylist. You stood holding the bras you were going to in one
hand, and watched as he picked a few up quickly and pulled you towards a
“Okay, ___-cchi. These are the best ones from this rack.
Ready?” he asked, very serious.
“Sir, yes, sir,” you said humourously, finding his serious
expression outside of the basketball court a little funny.
Kise cracked an easy smile, rolling his eyes. “Alright.
Here’s the first one. Yes or no?” He held the bra up to your chest, and you
squinted at the mirror. A bit too much for you.
“Nah…,” you mumbled, still thinking. Very quickly, he put
another bra up, for your inspection. “I think this one is okay?” Nodding, he
repeated this process for the rest he had in his hands.
Eventually, you two were left with three bras that you had
both agreed upon. Grinning, Kise took the pile from you and led you to cash
register. “Ah, ___-cchi, you’re going to look so cute! I’m so excited to take
them off you!”
You made sure to give him a light punch on his arm for that
comment, face flaming.
Midorima: It had
taken a while to get him to agree to coming into the underwear store, and now
his face was a cute shade of red, and his eyes kept on flitting around, not sure
where to look. You patted his arm consolingly.
“What do you think? Is this one okay?” You held the under
garment up. He turned his face away and shrugged, clearing his throat. You
sighed. “C’mon, we can get out of here so much quicker if you give me your
He shrugged again.
Midorima continued to act this way until you were thoroughly
confused about what bras would look nice, and your shoulders slumped a little,
somewhat defeated by the large amount of choices that were available to you.
Eventually, Midorima caught onto this when he noticed you
were digging through the racks with less vigour. Gulping, he abruptly walked
away from you. You figured he was probably leaving the store because he was at
his wits end, and you didn’t really blame him.
But instead, he came back a few minutes later, and still
without meeting your eyes, shoved a bunch of simple, yet elegant bras in your
direction. And then he actually left the store.
Takao: He cracked
jokes the whole time, pointing out the stupidest bras that were there, and
suggesting that you buy those, just for the hell of it.
Rolling your eyes, but unable to control your giggles, you
tried really hard to stay on task and just get a few bras. “What about this
one? Do you think it looks good?”
Takao studied the bra with exaggerated concentration, then
gave you a serious nod. “Yes ma’am. I think this will look quite beautiful on
you. In fact, in this bra, you would truly be the most glorious in the land.”
You burst out laughing, shoving him away. “Aha, yeah, okay, thanks,” you said sarcastically,
but made sure to keep it in your “to buy” pile. When Takao saw that, he was
quite smug, upping his amount of teasing.
was quite blunt, and was quick to reject many bras that seemed very cute to you.
You couldn’t, however, seem to figure out why.
You found one that was absolutely beautiful. “This one,
Daiki, this one is perfect!” You pushed it towards him.
Raising a brow, he took the bra from you and inspected it
from all angles, even tugging at it a bit. “No.”
You couldn’t hold back a pout. “But why! This one is
“Almost, but not quite,” he said dismissively, handing the
bra back to you and sighing. “Almost done?”
You shook your head. “Thanks to you, I haven’t chosen even
one bra yet!”
“Well then find one.”
“You find one! You
keep on rejecting mine!”
And he took it as a challenge. Immediately, he walked away
and sifted quickly through the racks while you watched him. When he walked back
to you, he was smirking triumphantly.
The bra he chose wasn’t the most enticing, but it wasn’t
ugly either. There wasn’t anything really special about it. “Why’d you choose
Now he allowed a grin to break out onto his face. “It’s the
easiest to take off.”
you embarrassed, Atsushi?” you teased, wiggling a bra near him. He stepped away
from you, turning his face away.
“If you say so,” you replied in a sing-songy voice. Going
back to surveying the bras on the shelf, you left Murasakibara to his own
devices for a bit, while you tried to pick a few out.
Once you did, you found Murasakibara stretched out on a
couch sitting near the change rooms. He seemed to have startled a few of the
other tired looking middle-aged men and one woman away, who were awkwardly
standing a few feet away from the couch. Murasakibara pretended not to notice,
and continued to eat whatever he was eating (though there was a huge sign at
the front forbidding food or drinks. The nervous looking worker lady, however,
wasn’t going to say anything to him, so he didn’t pay it any mind).
“Hey! What do you think?” You bounded over to him, then
presented your findings dangling from your fists. He physically jolted back at
“Th-They’re fine,” he muttered, stuffing more food in his
mouth. “When can we go?”
“Once you help me choose one, we can go then!” you
cheerfully responded. “So? Which one is the best?”
Now his face was steadily taking on a rosy hue at an
alarming rate, making it more and more difficult for you to stifle your laughs.
It took a few seconds, but eventually he glanced at the
choices long enough to mumble, “The one in the middle.”
dutifully followed you around, carrying both your bags and the bras you had
chosen. When asked for his opinion, he readily and very frankly gave it, which
“I don’t know if this one comes in my size, though,” you
sighed, sadly putting away a very pretty bra. You moved forward to another
Akashi, however, didn’t follow you this time. Instead, he
grabbed the bra you had liked and marched over to a worker. “Excuse me.”
The worker squeaked as she turned around. The light was
hitting Akashi just right, making him look like some ethereal being. “Y-yes?”
He thrust the bra towards her, not deterred by her reaction.
“Would it be possible for you to find this in the size ___?”
Six minutes later, Akashi was proudly presenting you with
his newly acquired treasure.
Hayama: “So this
is where my sisters buy them.” Hayama wondered out loud, eyes wide as he tried
to take in every detail of the underwear store. “For some reason I expected it
to be more…” He waved his arms around, as if trying to physically catch the
word that seemed to be eluding him.
You chuckled under your breath. “More?”
You burst out laughing, and Hayama grinned proudly at making
you react that way. “Okay! Let’s go find you some bras!” He cheered, pumping a
fist into the air and taking your arm to drag you to a rack.
The both of you dove in, pulling out bras and showing them
to each other to get an opinion on them. Hayama managed to turn it into a game—whoever
could find the most number of bras the both of you liked, in your size, would
win. Of course you ended up winning, being the more seasoned bra-hunter of the
two of you. Hayama glowered for a bit, and started asking when the next
bra-shopping trip would take place as soon as you left the store. He vowed he’d
beat you then.