A/N: More just dialogue, and I really can't stop teasing him for what probably plagues him at nights with crippling embarrassment. So I'll forgive myself for implying the less common definition of this word.
Disclaimer: There's no gain from this, move along.
"Harada-san...?"
"Oh, thank goodness, Hiwatari-kun. I thought my arms were going to break."
"You are carrying a little more than you should."
"You're telling me. Here, take this."
"Wait—"
"Thank you! Oh, my arms are killing me."
"Where do you need it to go?"
"Classroom 3-A. That's where we're making all the costumes for the play."
"Very well."
"Oh, and you can be our model!"
"No, thank you."
"Sure you can! You can reprise that role you had, at the museum that one time."
"The role...?"
"You looked so cute in that skirt."
"That never happened."
"And the wig? You're a prettier girl than me, I'm not ashamed to admit."
"It never happened, Harada-san, and if you try to say otherwise, your parents might find out about a few of your run-ins with the police."
"All right, all right, I get it. Somebody woke up on the wrong side of the bed."
"Thank you."
"... And didn't have the right shade of lipsti—"
"You can have this back."
"AH! Wait, no, Hiwatari-kun, I was just kidding!"
"I will see you in class tomorrow, Harada-san."
"Hiwatari-kuuuun, wait...! ... Hmph. Boys. Can't take a compliment."