Chapter Seventy Five: Dressing Room Follies

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Song Playing: My Strongest Suit from Aida

Theme 22: Beggar

Mamori was at the point she would kill for a good bra and a pair of jeans that fit right. She hadn't meant to go clothes shopping today. Hiruma and her were supposed to be on a quick errand. But there was a sale at the department store and one thing led to another. The next thing she knew she had spent the last half hour fruitlessly trying on ill-fitting undergarments and trousers that made her hate the lower half of her body.

With a deep heaving sigh she left the dressing room, resigned to the fact that she would have to deal with her old rather threadbare essentials for a little while longer.

She was, however, brought up short by the sight of Hiurma. He was sitting exactly where she had left him. No surprise there. What was a surprise was he had apparently left his seat at some point and had done some shopping of his own. "What are those?"

He looked down at the pile of clothing on his arm then up at her. "My pants."

"Your pants." She deadpanned right back.

"Yeah," He popped his gum and it took as her will power not to shove the wad down his throat. "You were taking so long I figured I'd get some new pants."

She couldn't believe what she was hearing. "I took my eyes off of you for two minutes to try on bras. How'd you manage to find pants in that amount of time?"

He gave her a look like she was crazy. "I went over to the men's section, found my size, and came back."

She opened and closed her mouth several times. "You didn't even try them on?"

"Didn't have to." He held up his pants and gave them a shake in her general direction. "They had them in my size so they'll fit."

And that was it. That was her breaking point for the day. Letting out a frustrated growl that she didn't even know she could make she stormed out of the store. She didn't even bother to check to see if he was following her.

When she stepped out of the shower several hours later she was feeling rather ridiculous for her reaction in the store. She would have to apologize to Hiruma next time she saw him. Walking back into the bedroom she was startled to find several sets of bras and a dozen pants.

There was also a post-it note on top. She didn't even have to read what was on it to know that Hiruma had not only bought her some very personal items but he had managed to get them into her home without detection.

She glanced about the room guiltily. Hesitated a moment then put on the top pair of jeans. As she stuck her legs through the holes she reassured herself that it wouldn't hurt to try them on.

Besides that probably wouldn't fit anyway.

Ten minutes later she was standing in front of her mirror in nothing but a cotton bra and a pair of shorts, feeling better about her body than she had in a long time. They all fit perfectly in a way that none of her previous clothing endeavors had every fit before. Every last one of them.

And it was very empowering to look as good as she did. It was also very thoughtful of him to want to fix a problem that had obviously upset her. It was kind of creepy that he knew her body better than she did and she really did need to have a talk with him about boundaries.

Because, even though the thought was sweet and she really shouldn't have been surprised that he knew her sizes, it also severely weirded her out that he could shop for her intimates without her actually being there. She was also more than a little concerned that he managed to break into her apartment without her noticing. Especially when she was in the shower and she hadn't given him a key.

So new game plan. One, apologize to Hiruma for her store melt down. Two, have a very serious talk with him about personal boundaries. Three, do not thank him for the clothes because it would only encourage him. Four, keep the bras and pants.

She felt a little weird about it but one did not disregard well-fitting undergarments and pants. Even if their origins were dubious.