A/N: Yikes! Haven't updated in a few days. Audience will probably be mad at me!

Audience: "You suck."

Oh, it's just the usual! Anyways, sorry I delayed this one so much. It was partially due to some stuff I was busy with over the weekend (like having friends hah just kidding i don't have any of those ;-; loveme) but some of it was because this prompt was so freakin' hard to write. I've been thinking about exactly what I'm going to do for this one for a really long time now, and while a lot of my ideas were pretty good, I eventually had to decide on one, and this is what happened! Sorry again for the hiatus, and I look forward to daily updates once again (except maybe Saturdays, but I'll try to keep up). Enjoy the story! It's probably a lot worse this time (probably unless I did kind of okay), but I know for a fact it's shorter. Still, I had to get something out, and this was honestly the best I could come up with.

Once again, Labrys found herself dropping her controller in slight frustration as she lost the round, scooping it up again quickly so that she could win the next one. Of course, she didn't, once again resulting in a slight loss of enthusiasm. Maybe a different character? She scrolled around the character select screen for the tenth time that day, trying to decide on someone. She had tried most of the characters at this point, and Makoto tried to give her pointers as to who was good and bad, but she just couldn't decide. . . I'll ask him when he gets back.

Makoto had gotten her pretty into the Blazblue franchise without really directly trying to. At first, she had been trying to impress him by getting better, but now she was just legitimately enjoying it. Now that Makoto had purchased an additional controller to replace the old one, frequently she would go to his home after work to play the game to see if she could get just a little bit better. If anything, she was probably practicing more than he was, hijacking the TV. She still wasn't very good, though, despite the many hours of practice she was putting in. Still, every now and then she would land a few hits on Makoto, or clear arcade mode, and those moments of adrenaline were all she needed from the game. All the little things that gave her brief periods of joy.

The door to the apartment opened and closed as Makoto walked inside, carrying some bags from his most recent shopping trip. "I'm home," he said, setting the groceries down in the kitchen. The rest of the bags found their way to his bed. The quantities of food he'd purchased clearly meant he intended to stockpile this until the next month, at least.

"Welcome back," she said, waving a hand with her attention still on the TV. Makoto laughed as he started unpacking the contents of his bags. "Whatchya got there?" she asked, pausing the game as she walked towards him.

"Just some clothes." He was unpacking lighter wear than what he normally wore for the winter season, with some t-shirts and jeans. It was pretty clear he was preparing for summer. It was around the corner, after all.

"Oh, huh. . ." His fashion sense wasn't bad, per say, but it was pretty bland by her standards. After all, she was taking notes from Yukari, so her expectations were pretty flashy. Then again, it was Makoto. He didn't really express much of his personality through his physical appearance. In fact, if you judged him by his physical appearance, you would probably get the wrong impression.

"I'm gonna' grab the rest from downstairs. Back in a bit." He stood from the bed and started to walk towards the door.

"Wait, what? How much did you buy?" With this already-vast quantity of bags in the apartment, Labrys couldn't help but wonder what else he had to grab. She too stood up, following him as he walked. "If you want, I can help out."

"It's okay. Just some food and stuff. Really, it's no sweat." He patted her head in his comforting fashion and left the apartment, leaving her alone.

She plopped down on the bed, once again examining his clothes. Upon further examination, he did kind of know what he was doing with how he dressed. Maybe he was trying to be more impressive now that he had a girlfriend, but it looked like his usual wardrobe; combinations of blues and grays and blacks to accentuate his finer points. Or maybe they were just his favorite colors. Regardless, they looked good on him. She found herself fantasizing about him in a variety of different ensembles before snapping back into reality.

Hey, I need some clothes for the summer to cover my parts, too. Maybe. . . She found herself drifting to the thought before she could stop herself, and before logic had advised her otherwise, she started to try on Makoto's clothing.

All of it was kind of big for her, but that only made it more efficient at covering what she wanted it to cover. She rarely wore pants, so it was a different sensation than what she was used to. She wore a pair of black jeans he'd purchased along with a blue and white striped t-shirt, with a dark blue windbreaker over the shirt. The baggy clothes looked far too loose on her, but the experiment was yielding good results. She looked like a normal human girl as she twirled for the mirror, smiling to herself at her appearance. I look pretty good in this, don't I? She posed, trying to look as fashionable as possible. Then she giggled, deciding she had an idea.

She brushed some hair down over her eye and tried to emulate the appearance of her boyfriend. It obstructed her vision in an annoying fashion, and for a brief moment she wondered why her boyfriend even bothered. It looked nice, but it seemed so restricting. . . She brushed it up, laughing as she continued modelling more and more of his clothes.

That is, until the door opened.

There was a brief standstill between the two of them as neither moved, the only sign of time ticking on being the blush that was flowing to Labrys's cheeks as she stood there, slack-jawed. She hadn't even considered that she wasn't alone and that he was coming back to the apartment, having too much fun messing with her boyfriend's attire. Now, there she was, barely pulling on her shirt with the room a mess, scattered with the clothes she'd discarded.

"U-Uhm. . ." She searched for an appropriate response, but couldn't quite find one. She didn't know what she expected Makoto to do.

Makoto laughed.

Not a rude laugh, or a loud laugh, just a quiet chuckle, like the ones she had grown so fond of hearing when she told an occasional joke or did something awkward that she approved of. Labrys found her embarrassment growing further and further as he looked at her intently, setting his bags on the floor. She tried to pick up the clothes, her blush only growing more severe as he laughed at her. "I-I'm sorry! I just . . . I couldn't. . ."

He briefly paused, before chuckling yet again. "No problem." Once again, he let out a brief laugh as she averted her gaze. In all honesty, he thought she looked pretty nice. The baggy clothes made her seem younger, like a little girl trying to impersonate dad by wearing one of his suits. Combined with her nervous expression and awkward mannerisms, he found it adorable. "It looks nice on you."

"Uh. . . Thanks." Her face, already a deep shade of crimson, continued to get redder and redder.

"If you needed clothes, you could've just asked me to pick you some up." He laughed again as he started to collect discarded clothing as well. Eventually, they'd gathered it up and placed it all by the bed.

"I don't need any, it's just . . . they looked . . . comfy. And warm. . ." She sighed. "Ugh, this is so embarrassing. . ."

"Hey, it's no problem." He laughed. "I'm glad I got to see you like this."

She frowned, before an idea hatched in her head. Slowly, her frown turned into a mischievous smile as she turned to face Makoto. "Are you?"

"Yeah, I am." She inched towards him.

"Then. . ." She poked his chest. "You'd say it made you happy?"

"Yeah."

"Then. . . It's only fair that you've gotta' wear my clothes."

Well that certainly took a turn for the worst, and fast.

"Wait, what?" he asked, a look of confusion on his face.

"If you get to see me in your clothes, I get to see you in my clothes. It's only fair!" She continued poking him, intent on receiving her revenge.

"Uh- I really . . . don't think that's a good idea. . ." He inched backwards as she inched forwards, not fond of the idea of wearing any of her clothes.

"Nope. Fair is fair."

Well. Arguing wasn't going to get him anywhere. He prepared himself for whatever game his girlfriend had prepared, but looking forward to it and dreading it.

After some personal favors from some friends on the Investigation Team, Labrys had managed to get her hands on a female Yasogami High uniform for Makoto's personal use, much to his dismay. He was expecting to wear some of her winter clothes or one of her outfits, not a high school girl's uniform. Slowly, he walked out of the changing room with the sailor uniform on. He had refused to wear the skirt along with it, so he was given permission to simply wear the Yasogami male pants along with the sailor suit top. The yellow definitely clashed with his skin tone and hair, and his miserable expression didn't make it any more appealing. Unfortunately, he had no choice in the decision, so he had to go along with it. Though, the whole "fair is fair" thing was kind of dwindling. . .

After all, Labrys had only worn his clothes. She had forced him to do his hair in a (rather small) ponytail and everything. Revenge was one thing, but this. . .

This. . . is torture.

"Twirl," she commanded in a cute yet intimidating voice. With no other alternative, he did as ordered, the necktie of the uniform flipping to the side as he did so. "Makoto, you're so cute in this." She giggled. "Maybe we should just make it your permanent wardrobe!" She found herself enjoying herself already.

Makoto let out a resigned chuckle, finally reaching the conclusion that complaining was going to get him no where in this situation. He adjusted the neck tie, looking more miserable than embarrassed. "Can I change back yet?"

"Nooo, you've gotta' pose first." She laughed, pulling out her phone. "I'm gonna' take pictuuuures!" she sang in an expectant tone.

"This is far from fair." He struck a dramatic pose, deciding that if he had to do it, he might as well work it. I mean, if I've got to go through it anyways, I might as well let both of us enjoy it. With one hand on his forehead and the other on his hip, he posed like a model from those weird girly magazines he often saw Yukari read.

Labrys giggled. "Now fierce!"

He complied, curling his fingers into claws as he mock growled at the camera. "Good, good, now . . . innocent, like a high-school girl!"

Makoto acted as if he was holding out a love letter, like a high school girl would, eyes on the ground. It was a little frightening that he could do all this so well, but it only managed to make Labrys laugh harder. He smiled, now thoroughly enjoying the act himself. Then he improvised a little, loosening his neck tie and pretending to be seductive with it. Labrys was laughing madly, now unable to maintain her position of dominance through her laughter. "Stop it, stop it, my side's gonna' split!" She closed the camera phone, barely managing to collect herself as she continued to take pictures. Sexy poses, silly poses, intimidating poses (all of which were hideous), they continued on for a good ten minutes. Even with bystanders watching, as long as it made Labrys happy, Makoto didn't mind. Even with their . . . harsh and judgmental glares.

After Labrys had finally managed to calm down, she sighed, extending her arms out towards her boyfriend. "Thanks."

He gave her a hug, happy that she enjoyed the "exercise". "No problem."

"We should make this a usual thing!" Labrys said, still laughing. "I happen to think you look quite dashing in this." She fiddled with his tie, straightening it for him.

"I . . . tend to disagree." While he was enjoying the activity, he didn't want Labrys to get attached to the thought of him in a girl's Yasogami uniform, let alone anyone else. . .

"Aww, not even for combat missions? You already wear a uniform anyways." She brushed off his shoulder, smiling playfully.

"Can I change now?" he asked, looking around the store. If someone I know comes in, I'll never hear the end of it.

"Oh, fine. But this is the best you've looked in months." She laughed, deciding she'd teased him enough for one day. "Okaaay. I've had my fun. I think you should keep it, but you can change."

He nodded, hastily re-entering the changing room to put on his usual attire. Labrys sighed happily, looking at clothes while she walked around the store. It was the little things like this in her relationship that she really appreciated; the silly moments of teasing and joking that didn't get either party anywhere, but was plain fun. Labrys hadn't really experienced any of this fun in her life, so every time she got to have it it felt like magic to her. Life sure is perfect. . . As long as I'm with him. Walking around the store in a daze, she found herself thinking to the future of her relationship with Makoto.

"Labrys," said Makoto, now in his usual winter-wear. "Something the matter?" he asked, commenting on her dazed appearance.

"Oh, nothing. Nothing at all." She giggled, running towards him to link arms together as she was so fond of doing. "Hey, Makoto?"

"Hm?" he asked, as the pair walked out from the store.

"Take me shopping again sometime, alright? It was fun." She snuggled up against him, resting her head against his neck.

"Fun for you. . ." he said, before laughing. "Alright, it's a date. But. . ."

"But what?"

"Uh. . . About those pictures you took earlier today."

Labrys smiled a mischievous smile. "Oh, right, those pictures. . . Gee, it sure would be bad if something were to happen to them." She laughed, in a way that was both adorable and horrifying to Makoto. "If I were you, I would be on my toes. The person with those pictures could do some reeeaaal bad things."

He found himself smiling, too. Something about being teased by the person he loved was kind of endearing, in a strange sense. Normally it would be annoying, but when it was Labrys it was just cute. "Well, I hope I can make the person with those pictures happy."

"You already have." She kissed his cheek, pulling him closer as they walked through the halls of the mall, without a care in the world. "Happier than any girl in the world. But . . . not a word of this to anyone, right?"

"Of course."

A/N: Hah, joke's on them, ALL of you got a word of it! And most of you are anyone. I think!

Thanks for reading yet another chapter. I think this one is a lot worse than the others (but that's just me, hopefully you liked it) and with any luck I can get a prompt that's easier to write some stuff with. It was hard to fluff up this chapter, so I just tried to make it funny. I think it worked, don't you?

Audience: "You suck."

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