"You're up early today huh?"
"Indeed I am, I neglected to do this last night, so I wanted to do this before we went out today."

I wondered why he did that. I was usually awake before him, even though he's an early riser. I'm awake as soon as the sun comes up, and he wakes up right after.

"Wanna tell me why?"
"It's time to change uniforms."
"Oh."

It sounded simple enough. It didn't sound serious, or anything bad.

"Why?"
"It's time for 'winter' uniforms. I personally prefer the ones we wear in the winter. I happen to like the cardigans, despite the buttons."
"It's funny that you say words like 'cardigan.'"
"That's not funny, Senna."
"Yes it is."

It's a funny word. Uryu says funny words all the time, though.

"Do you have any more questions?"
"Yeah. Why...why do you go from grey coats to those tan things?"

I pointed to the vests and sweaters Uryu had piled in his hands. They were folded in a neat pile, and I shouldn't have expected anything less from him. He was always so tidy. I'm not at all...so I like that he makes sure everything is neat.

"I'm actually not quite sure. As I said, I prefer the Winter uniform."
"You never really wore the jacket to the summer uniform-"
"Right, I only carried it. This likely will sound very vain, but I'm not very enthusiastic about wearing the summer jacket, because of how I find it to look on me."

I could see that blush come across his cheeks again as he turned out of his closet.

"...let me see one."
"Excuse me?"
"One of those jackets- I know I'm just in a nightgown, but let me see it."

He watched me as I stood up off of the bed, and began tapping my foot, waiting for him to hand one of his summer jackets to me. Finally he listened.

"Senna, don't wrinkle it."
"I won't!"

I put it on and zipped it.

"How does this look on me? I don't know how to feel about the grey, but I like the red."
"Of course you like the red. The grey looks nice on you as well. It contrasts your skin nicely. UH- from a tailors' point of view, that is." I smiled as he lifted a hand to adjust his glasses. I like when he does that. Even though he 'corrected' himself, he still said something nice, and, well, it made me happy.

"Uryu, you got up early on a Sunday to do this..."
"I don't want to have to do it tomorrow morning, and god knows when we'll be back tonight."
"So we're going to go out today?"
"Why not? It's Sunday, and you've been in the apartment all this time."
"That's not true- I...I've been out a few times, waiting for you at school...stuff like that."
"I see...You know, you could wear that out like that."

I tilted my head, wondering what exactly he was talking about. He said I couldn't wear the dress out before...

"Yes...the red lace matches the red detailing on the jacket. I'm surprised I didn't notice it before."

I could only blink as his eyes analyzed my outfit.

"Plus grey and white look nice together, at least I think so."

I nodded slowly as I sat back down on the bed.

"You...won't get mad for me wearing this out, even though you just put the rest of them away?"
"It won't hurt. Even if I keep one out, it's not like it's going to take up much space."
"Can I try on one of your winter uniform jackets?"
"You mean a sweater? No."
"Meanie."
"If you spill on it, it'll just cause me extra work. I need these for the week."

I sighed.

"You worry too much."
"I don't worry enough."
"Want me to make breakfast while you get changed?"
"...eggs again?"
"Stop it! It's not my fault I don't know how to cook much."

He finished arranging his closet as we spoke. I heard a chuckle from him as I told him about my...inability to cook. I never had to cook much. I can cook western style foods better, but not by much.

"I can make rice I guess."
"No eggs please."
"Do you have some kind of pickles?"
"There should be some in the refrigerator."
"Okay. I'll go set up the table!"

I ran off, letting him get changed. I wondered what he would be wearing. Even when I saw him on weekends before, Uryu always dressed like he was going to school. I think I like that about him - he likes to look nice. He's...what's the word...sophisticated.

I set the table with tea, rice, and the pickles once everything was finished cooking. Uryu was done getting ready, so he was already sitting at the table by the time the food was done.

"How much do you cook?"
"A decent amount. To be honest, I can't make anything fancy either-"
"But you still make fun of me!"
"I do not!"
"Do too!"
"I don't make fun of you...I simply don't enjoy eating the same things over and over again."
"Then you should cook."
"And pass up your generosity?"

I crossed my arms over my chest, forgetting that my hands still had pickle juice on them. I managed to get it on the sleeves of Uryu's coat, something I could see him cringe at from across the table.

"Senna...I told you to be careful!"

I could only laugh. I felt kind of bad...since he did tell me to be careful with his clothes.

Speaking of clothes, I finally took the opportunity to look at Uryu, see what he was wearing. He wore a grey shirt too. It was like his other button-down shirts, but it was grey. (He's told me before how much he hates buttons, so I don't know why he has so many shirts with them...) He also wore jeans, and had on his house slippers.

"Oh well, I'm still going to wear it out."
"You're kidding."
"Nope. I don't even care if I smell like pickles."
"You won't. Even so, these are sweet, so they don't smell bad."
"Right. And best of all, we'll match!"
"Match?"

I watched him blink as he took rice in his chopsticks. I only smiled and pointed to his shirt.

"We're both grey."

"Just eat your rice."

"I-"
"...I get it."
"Don't act like there's something wrong with it."
"There's not. We're grey. It's true...in more ways than one."
"I'm only talking about our shirts."
"I'm sure you'll understand soon enough."

He did that...spoke in riddles. I didn't like it all the time, but I know he had reasons for not wanting just to tell me. At least I think he did. After we finished breakfast, he offered to clean the table as I finished getting ready.

We left for the day, both in grey, as I held his hand. I ran off on him a few times, and he helped me pay for a dress in the thrift shop, and I picked out some material for him in the fabric store. When we came back, he held my hand too, but we were still grey, and I understood.