13. Shopping (Fuji/Mizuki)

"Why do you insist on following me around?"

"I'm not following you, Fuji-kun. It's simply a coincidence that we're going to the same place."

"Oh, so you're going shopping in the women's department, too?"

Mizuki paused for a moment, but when Fuji kept walking, he quickly moved to catch up.

"Shopping for your sister, Fuji-kun?" Mizuki asked, twirling a lock of hair around his finger.

"No," Fuji said lightly, smiling. "I need some more shirts; I've outgrown a lot of my old ones."

Mizuki faltered a bit. "…Wouldn't it make more sense to go to the men's department, then?"

"You insist on coming with me, I thought it'd only be polite to cater to your tastes as well."

"Nfu. Fuji-kun, I do not shop in the--"

"This is cute," Fuji interrupted, running his fingers down the sleeve of a lavender silk shirt. "Maybe you should try it on." He glanced up, eyeing Mizuki's current attire, and then grinned. "Oh, never mind, I see you have it already. My apologies."

Mizuki scowled, crossing his arms across his chest in what was most definitely NOT a self-conscious manner. "My mother bought this shirt for me."

"You still let your mom buy your clothes?"

"No!" Mizuki said, letting out a frustrated sound. "It was a – a birthday present!"

"Ah. Well, moving on. I'm not really interested in anything on the clearance rack anyway." Mizuki frowned, but before he could say anything Fuji brushed past him. He breezed through the clothes stands, picking up random shirts and staring at them for a moment before tossing them to the side, Mizuki trailing after him.

"Are you seriously going to buy something from here?" Mizuki asked distastefully, his nose wrinkling. He held one shirt up with two fingers, as if it offended him or something. Then when Fuji turned away he quickly tossed it into his basket.

"I was thinking of getting this, actually." Fuji turned around, holding up something that was probably supposed to be a skirt of some sort, but really looked more like skanky lingerie.

Mizuki choked, his cheeks going pink. "I'm…not sure that suits you," he said faintly.

"Hmm, no?" Fuji looked down at it, considering. "You're right." He shoved it into Mizuki's hands. "It'd look better on you."

Mizuki dropped the skirt like it had burned him. "Fuji-kun!"

"Do you ladies need any help?"

Mizuki's eyes went wide and he turned around to yell at the salesman, but Fuji quickly darted forward and covered his mouth. "We're fine for now, thank you," he said cheerfully, smiling. Mizuki gave him a furious look.

"Alright," the salesman said. "If you have any questions, don't hesitate to ask." He winked and then wandered off. Mizuki tore away from Fuji, practically growling.

"Fuji-kun, I do not appreciate being mistaken for a girl."

"Well, some things can't be helped."

"Excuse me--"

"Come on," Fuji interrupted, grabbing Mizuki's wrist. "They're having a sale in the make-up department."

"I don't -- Well. Alright, fine." Mizuki scowled again. "But we're only looking!"

Fuji winked at him. "Nfu," he said, sticking out his tongue. Mizuki glared back.

"Shut up."


FIN