Oddity #4: Love for Skimpy Clothes
((Point of View: Gin))
[Gin's Pronouns: Her/She]
It irritated her how huge Yayoi's breasts were. No, not because she was jealous, but because Gin was often distracted by it. The way they'd bounce slightly at the blonde girl's every movement; it was inevitable that one's attention would be diverted to her chest.
Gin wasn't a pervert.
Yayoi's blessings were just too hard to ignore. There was one time where Tachihara had tried to reach in and sexually assault Yayoi in a drunken haze which resulted in him being pinned down to the ground with a knife at the throat, courtesy of none other than Gin. No one would've tried that stunt, if not for Yayoi's choice of clothing.
Plunging necklines, tank tops, spaghetti strapped shirts, halter tops, off-shoulders and etc. Anything under the sun that leaves almost nothing to the imagination. Don't get Gin started on the skirts. OH, THE SHORT FUCKING SKIRTS. HOW GIN WANTED TO BURN THOSE.
How in the world can Yayoi fathom to wear such an atrocity? The raven-haired girl always wondered. They were the select few combative members of the mafia. One does not simply wear skirts on a mission where it involved parkouring on a ten-feet building in the middle of the day.
After a several months of trying to keep it in her, the younger Akutagawa finally confronted Yayoi. She had pulled the girl in a secluded alleyway before going back to the headquarters. Today, Yayoi was wearing a red plunging neckline dress that showed off the blonde's cleavage and long legs.
It was too much, Gin declared to herself.
"What is it, Gin?" Yayoi asked, her voice lacing with pure innocence and inquiry.
The raven-haired girl gesture at the red dress with indifference as if asking 'why?'
The blonde blinked twice then smirked at Gin upon the realization of what she meant. She chuckled darkly as she pulled the younger Akutagawa closer to her, her right leg caging Gin from escaping. Gin's eyes widened at the display of straightforwardness. Yayoi purposely closed the gap between them, pushing her chest against Gin's.
The act of lasciviousness made Gin's heart hammer against her chest and she was sure Yayoi's feeling it, what with the smirk that spread more across the blonde's face. She was immobilized. She can't move. She was completely under the mercy of Yayoi and her big breasts. As much as that sounded ridiculous, it was a horrifying turn of events for Gin.
Looking at the girl with a deadly glare to hide her panic, Yayoi merely leaned in and whispered to Gin's ears in the most sensual way possible, "Don't I look sexy, Gin~?"
