A/N: Still don't own the Nagatoro franchise.

BlackDragon829: This one's for you, buddy! Also, I hope your heart is doing better.

shininglegacy22: Actually, I contemplated not uploading chapter 4 because I thought that trope may have been overused. But still, I'm glad you like it. Also, you make a good point. Glad you got a good laugh at my rip-off Star Wars.

'Finally. I can't wait to get home,' the lone boy walking down the street thought to himself. The school day had been longer than usual, given he probably just passed his math test and was forced to run a mile in gym class. All he wanted to do was flop down on his bed and play video games. His homework had already been finished, so that was something he wouldn't have to worry about.

A high-pitched, dragged out "Senpai!" came from behind him, and his desire to get home was thrown to the wind.

"Where're you headed, Senpai? Somewhere gross?" a tanned girl asked as she slowed down beside him.

"I don't go anywhere gross. I'm just heading home like always," the boy replied with a slight tilt of his head away from the girl next to him.

"Hmm? I thought you just said you don't go anywhere gross?"

"Shut-shut up."

Technically, she did shut up, but her talking was quickly replaced with running in circles around him and poking him randomly.

"Cut it out!"

"I will, under one condition."

A certain knot in Naoto's stomach started to churn, much like it used to from just being in her presence for the first few weeks he had known her.

"Wh-what is it?" he asked, dreading the answer.

"Are you busy?" she asked. It did little to ease his nerves, but at least she was taking his personal life into account.

"No, not really. I just wanted to get home and all."

"Good. Come with me!" She grabbed his sleeve and started running.

"Slow down, you know I'm not that fast!" he managed to say between breathes.

The pace lowered to a more manageable speed, and he ran behind her until they came to the mall.

(A/N: I know there's no mall in the manga, or at least to my knowledge, but just bear with me.)

"C'mon Senpai!" Nagatoro urged. She let go of his sleeve and slowed to a speed walk, occasionally making sure the boy was still with her.

"You wanted me to come with you to the mall? What's so good about it?" At his question, Nagatoro froze and slowly turned to him. He could have sworn he heard some kind of creaking as she did so. The kind that was comically used in some animes he watched.

"'What's so good about it'? Are you serious? Have you never gone on a shopping spree or just looked around?"

"Not really. I don't visit many stores other than those with art supplies or manga," was his response.

"Senpai, Senpai, Senpai," Nagatoro said while shaking her head in a disproving fashion. She heard him gulp, which she found to be cute given the circumstances.

"Today, I will go out of my way and show you how to have a good time at the mall. Let's see, Young Navy would be a good place to start, but maybe..." Her speech turned into a mumble as she contemplated the different stores, so Naoto just followed along as she glanced from shop to shop. "There we go!" she excited exclaimed while pushing her guest into a JCNickels.

"But...why here? I don't need any new clothes." Despite his insistence, he found himself pushed towards the men's clothing area, where the girl began to browse through the selection.

"Here, stand up straight!" She held a shirt up to him to compare the sizes, and broke down into giggles.

"What's so funny?" he demanded. A quick look revealed that the shirt lacked any embarrassing pictures or slang, so it was clearly something else.

"It's just that you're so skinny that I could fit two of you in there," she said between laughs. She picked up another shirt and held it up to him, then another.

"Hmm... maybe. Try that on and find some others. Try to keep an open mind." Before he could reply, she jogged off to another section.

Against his better judgement, he walked into the nearest fitting room and changed into the shirt. It had a picture of a beefy guy with two blonde rabbit ears for hair and a large, toothy smile. The words "All Power" were written in an exaggerated font below the man. The shirt itself was actually a good fit, if not a bit large at the sleeves.

Eager to get back into his own shirt, Naoto quickly changed shirts and stepped out of the room, only to find Nagatoro waiting for him.

"So, what did you think?"

"Not bad, I guess." He noticed the clothes she was carrying, and stepped out of the doorway to let her enter.

"What's the matter? Don't you want to be in here when I change?"

"N-no. Why-why would I?" He stuttered as he spoke, and his face turned a bright crimson when she unbuttoned the top two buttons on her shirt. Without a chance to get another word out, the door almost slammed shut when Naoto left.

On the other side of the changing room, Naoto took a few deep breaths to regain what composure he had.

"Hey Senpai, what do you think?"

Nagatoro had changed into a midnight black dress that cut off an inch and a half lower than her school skirt. But in exchange for the added length, the dress was clearly tighter than her school uniform, showing off a few curves.

"It's-it's...nice," he offered while trying not to stare.

"Is that all? Do you want to say anything else?" she asked while circling around him.

"N-no. It's ni-nice on you," he replied, still turning away from the girl circling around him.

"Okay! You're turn!" She shoved a black dress shirt into his hands and pushed him into the changing room.

The shirt she handed him was a typical button-up dress shirt. It was slightly shorter at the sleeves, leaving his wrists exposed. The moment he stepped out of the changing room, he was subjected to a thorough inspection from Nagatoro.

"I must say, it's a good look. It almost covers up your creepy silhouette."

"Whatever."

He quickly changed back into his school shirt, and the two tried on another two sets of clothes each. By the time they were finished, it was almost dinnertime, so they decided to make a quick stop at the food court later.

"Senpai, can you come in here? I need help with the zipper."

"Are you sure you can't get it yourself?" Naoto nervously questioned, expecting another bout of teasing for looking in on a changing girl.

"Just get in here," she replied with notable irritation. Ever so reluctantly, Senpai opened the door and kept his eyes glued to the floor.

"The zipper's jammed and I can't get a good angle to pull it down," Nagatoro explained, then turned her back to the boy. He gulped, then brought his hands to the problematic zipper. A bit of fidgeting loosened it a little, but not entirely.

"Hey Senpai? Isn't this your first time undressing a girl?" his kohai devilishly asked.

"Do-do you want me to help or not?"

And for the first time ever, Naoto got Nagatoro to stop teasing him. He was rather proud of his achievement, and managed to get the zipper unstuck without further incident.

"Thanks, Senpai," she gave before he left the room.

Naoto picked up the shirts he was going to buy and meandered over to the register. Just as he was finishing up, Nagatoro came behind him and took a spot in line. He waited patiently, and soon the two went to the food court.

"So, did you have a good time?" Nagatoro asked between bites of her order.

"It wasn't terrible."

"Good. Because next up we're stopping by the book store. If you're going to read vampire stories, you're going to learn to read good ones!"

Senpai let out a quick sigh, and took his time finishing his dinner. This was going to be a long night.

A/N: Well, that went well for a certain someone we all know and love. And who knows, I may even make a part 2 to this later on.