It was watching her.
Waiting, silently daring her to make a snide comment. If it could talk, it would most definitely say, "Go on. I dare you."
No. She shook her head. She was not going to lose to a jacket. Especially not a repulsive, appalling green Baka jacket that belonged to a repulsive, appalling, albeit not green, Baka.
No. She could keep her tongue in check, oh yes.
She wouldn't- did that jacket just wink at her? She backed away slightly. She had a pair of scissors in her bag. If she slowly reached out and… 'No Usagi!' her subconscious hissed to her. 'Get that thought out of your mind!'
"It's alive," she muttered under her breath. It was so simple. How else would all stains and accidental tears be so miraculously fixed? An image of Mamoru in a pink apron and little maid's hat, sewing, dusting, washing his jacket popped up into her mind, and she desperately fought the urge to laugh.
She looked back at the jacket. There it sat, on the counter, ever so inconspicuous, but she knew it was watching her still. It taunted her, especially off the shoulders of the man beside her.
The jacket removed, she could see every muscle under his black turtle neck. They rippled with every movement, it was not hard to see why he had such a large fan-base now. She wanted to just reach out and touch one. This thought brought a rosy tint to her porcelain cheeks. Damn that jacket, she thought. Damn that Baka. Damn her inability to control her blushing!
Life was cruel.
Out of the corner of her eye she could see a large group of girls watching Mamoru, giggling and daring each other to go talk to him. She knew he was deliberately ignoring them, but this did not stop the streak of envy that tore mercilessly through her heart.
And it all came down to that jacket.
"You are so aggravating!" she yelled, slamming her fist down on the counter, making heads turn towards her in shock.
A grin formed on Mamoru's face and he turned to return that comment. A look of shock replaced the grin as he realised it was not he she was yelling at, but his… jacket? He wasn't sure whether he should laugh or not.
Motoki did however, as the angry blonde stormed out of Crown. He had been watched her twitch ever since he removed that jacket, muttering to herself and plotting against a certain green baka jacket. He had not missed the small giggle, the cute little blush, the look of envy Usagi had given the girls by the door.
"Did I do something wrong?" Motoki was brought out of his reverie at the sound of his friend's voice. He smiled. "You removed your Baka Jacket." He turned away, leaving behind an extremely bemused Mamoru, who could not work out what had just happened.
