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"How about this one?" Miia exclaimed, posing, arms akimbo. She had donned a simple, crimson-coloured bikini, pink decorative ribbons adorned the sides of her bottom, and her pale skin was radiant, contrasted with the bold colour. Her unblemished skin gave way to a slender neck and collar bone, accentuated by having her hair pushed up in a messy bun, gathered atop her head. What was most incredible, were her generous bosom, nearly spilling out from its cloth confines, and her slender, shapely hips, ill-concealed by the triangular patch of cloth in the front - the "bottom" of the bikini. It was an other-worldly beauty he was presented with.
"Th-This one is great." Kimihito muttered, obscuring his mouth and nose with a hand, promptly turning away from her. He rummaged for a tissue before stuffing it hastily up his nose, turning to give her a thumbs up. How Miia had managed to drag him swim-suit shopping, was still somewhat beyond him. She had insisted that it was a man's duty to accompany a woman when shopping, besides the fact that she was a liminial. It was courtesy that he would give his opinion on them, even when it came to swim suits, because his opinion mattered to her. Kimihito had to admit though... it wasn't as if he did not enjoy seeing a girl he liked dressed in such a manner - or lack thereof - but that he feared, it left him far too excited for his own good. That, and the fact that many women in his vicinity, down to the saleslady awaiting them, were eyeing him in a 'peculiar' manner. Some, more vehemently than others. But, luckily, the saleslady was polite and jovial about the matter, which helped relieve a small fraction of his accumulated nerves.
"Okay, Darling~!" She called back in an alluring sing-song voice, disappearing behind the curtains once more, the rustling sound of clothes seeming to echo in his ears. He distinctly recalled wondering what she would look like without the bikini all together, and felt his cheeks scorching hot once more, physically shaking his head to aid in clearing his wayward thoughts. They were supposed to be visiting the beach in two day's time, when she had made known her lack of a swim suit, and as much as he had attempted in delaying this outing, it was ultimately inevitable. Thus, here he was.
Miia emerged with the bikini in hand, an elated expression upon her visage as she grasped Kimihito's hand, entwining their fingers, and locking eyes with him. "You look silly with tissue in your nose like that." She commented in a jesting manner.
"I can't help it when you flaunt." He rejoined, much to her delight.
He paid for the swim suit, carefully tucking away the receipt, and began the habitual walk home with her. Everyday since that day in the park, he had spent with her, be it another stroll through it, a frantic shopping spree, or a lovely dinner for two, they had spent it together. On a date, they would say. Long gone was their reluctance in publicly holding hands and affectionately speaking with one another. He especially, was still acutely aware that he received many a dirty look, but that paled to what really mattered. If Miia was happy and content - which she was - so would he be.