Deceiver: This is rushed since I had to work all week. I demand my KanoKido Days back ;_;
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Week 2: Dating
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Kido never felt so frustrated in her life. Making decisions on what to do and how to handle any problems thrown at her was like her second nature, yet right now she was stumped on what to wear. Her always spotless room was littered with so many clothes, to the point her feet was occupying the only free space left on the floor. She never thought she had so many, but maybe it was Kano's fault.
"Why did he have to buy so many dresses and skirts!?" she growled before throwing another dress onto the floor and grabbed another one. Not only the clothes were a problem, but also the accessories Kano bought for her too. She rarely wore them, yet they just kept coming after every single date, with the mischievous blond saying how he wished to see her wearing them. At first she thought it was another joke, but now she was having second thoughts, especially when he started to dress nicely recently.
And thanks to that, she wanted to look nice for him on their next date. She kept comparing each and every one of these clothes, looking at them in the mirror while imagining herself in them, mixing and matching some of them together with the accessories before trying on something else. But still, it was too much. How was she supposed to pick something nice for today's date?
Yes. The date was day. Which she was going to be late for since she was still picking. She was surprised that Kano didn't come barging in to her room to see what she was up to. She wouldn't mind. It was a good excuse to hit him too for causing all this to begin with.
"Goddammit!" Finally, she gave up before letting herself fall onto the pile of clothes behind her, giving out an irritated growl as she rolled over onto her face. She hated this! She wanted to dress nice for once but she couldn't decide what to wear. And the worst part was how stupid it was that she cared about her appearance for once and was desperate to please Kano!
But then again, Kano always had that kind of effect on her. Always gradually making her do the thing he wanted her to, with her unknowingly dancing on the palm of his hands until the last minute. She wished he wouldn't do this to her.
Rolling around on the clothes, Kido face planted onto them while letting out a long, low groan. Her feet kicked backed and forth while her hands scrunched up a handful of clothes she could grab onto for a while. She just stayed like this for who knew how long, until she decided to look at the clock above her.
"Crap!" She quickly got up once she realised what time it was. She was so preoccupied with picking her clothes and Kano didn't come over to nag her to hurry up already…
Wait… That was weird. It was so late already, yet Kano really didn't come over at all. She was sure she didn't miss him coming into her room nor any of his knocking on the door. Certain of that, it was strange for the blond to not come over, as he treated each and every one of their dates as precious to him. Sitting back up on the floor, with her eyes on the clock a bit longer, Kido stood up and left the room, heading towards Kano's.
"Oi, Kano!" she banged on his door. "You said to leave at noon, but it's already two o'clock! What's taking you so long!?"
There was some rustling sound inside, but there was no answer. "Kano?" She tried again, giving him one more chance to answer before she finally decided to try and open the door. She found it hard at first, having to use more force than usual to just push it open. Something was blocking the way and it was until she was inside his room did she found out what it was, and it left her speechless.
Kano stared back at her, the clothes he was holding in his hands dropped onto the floor with the rest of his entire collection. Not only that, but there was a mountain of fashion magazines on his bed and around his feet. Her eyes roamed around the room, trying to take this all in before turning back to him and saw Kano's current clothes wavered, changing back into his usual attire, with him still stunned.
"Ki…I-I can explain-!"
What he didn't expect was what happened next. Kido felt a small bubble of laughter coming up and escaping from her lips, with her barely able to stop it. Kano was shocked to hear that, thinking he had ruin his date for her and now she was mad. But no, she was laughing, while trying very hard to supress them and show her stern face.
"You…idiot!" she finally snapped, although an amused smile still on her face. Kano, however, didn't find it as funny and pouted a little.
"What? I ran out of ideas…and before I knew it we missed the movie and…wait, why didn't you come here to get me to begin with? I thought you would have noticed how late it was and slapped me for this."
She gave it a thought. "I wanted to. But even though it is your fault," she walked over to him, carefully stepping over the piles of clothes, "I won't hit you."
There was a sigh of relief. "Good…but," Kano gave her a worried look. "Our date is ruined now."
She gave him a shrug. "Eh, punishment for ruining our date: you have to clean my room."
"What? Why!? What about my room!?"
She began to pick up his clothes, examining them one of them with a smirk. "Let's just say it will help you decide what we should wear next time." She waved a collared red-and-black stripped shirt. "You bought all those dresses for me but I can't choose. You help me choose them while I help you choose these." She winked. "Wouldn't that be better? Not only do you get to see me in the dresses you want me to wear, but I get to see you in the clothes I want too."
There was a moment of silence, but Kano couldn't help but smile back. "Sure. It will be perfect."
