The air thick with the claustrophobic, suffocating smell of human bodies clustered together in an enclosed space, the high-pitched shrieks of delight as a woman found the piece of clothing she wanted, the vicious snarl as two women eyed each other like a pair of lionesses, claws clinging with sinister determination onto the same dress. The occasional ripping sound as a careless hand tore the fabric, before hastily shoving it under the ever-increasing pile of crumpled garments that all looked the same.
It was during moments like these when Gokudera Hayato wondered why the hell he always agreed to go shopping with you, especially when it's a sale. The shrill squeals and ear-piercing squawks were giving him a headache and he didn't care what you said, if one more goddamned vulture of a woman jostled his shoulder, he was going to blow up the entire shopping mal. With his signature "Tch!", he lit up yet another cigarette, tossing the now-empty pack onto the ground.
Meanwhile, you had plunged both of your arms into a mountain load of clothes, picking out random pieces and tossing them back onto the pile, oblivious to your boyfriend's growing irritation. Finally, you found an article of clothing that suited your tastes and you grabbed it like it was the last lifebuoy on the Titanic, waving it triumphantly in the bomber's face.
"Hayato-kun!" You called out, grinning and holding the garment against your body. "What do you think? Does it look good on me?"
Gokudera's olive-green eyes travelled over your torso, in a lazy, almost bored manner. It was a long-sleeved hoodie, black on the outside and red on the inside. Wait, why did it look so familiar…?
Rummaging through his memory as if looking in a drawer for a lost sock (which he did often enough), he frowned and something clicked. Glancing down at his own body, his eyes widened in recognition. No wonder it looked so familiar! It was the exact same hoodie he had on!
"Stupid woman, why did you pick a hoodie that looks exactly like mine?" He said gruffly, running his fingers through his silver locks in frustration. God, was there no end to your idiocy?
"Because it reminds me of you, Hayato-kun! That way, I'll always be happy when I wear it!" You smiled cheerfully, your unexpected reply causing the teenage boy to inhale sharply by accident and choke on the cigarette smoke. Coughing, he spluttered indignantly about how retarded that reason was, attempting to hide the sudden butterflies fluttering in his stomach, but the red spots adorning his cheeks gave him away.
It was because of moments like these that he would always agree to go shopping with you, no matter how annoying it was.
~Extended Ending~
"The hoodie even smells like you, Hayato-kun!"
"…What do I smell like?"
"Like burnt food and cat pee!"
That evening, Gokudera spent a suspiciously long time in the shower.