"Kitsuna, come. On!," Kiyoko was pulling hard against her junior's jacket collar. Said junior was clutching the doorway of a shop on a mall, desperately trying to escape her certain doom inside. The youngest of the group just watched dumbfounded as the other two struggled.
"If you don't wanna go-"
"No, she's going. Just come on! You'll make it worse by acting like that," Kiyoko released the girl, sending her flying forward into Yachi's arms. They nearly stumbled over, but caught their balance just in time.
"Is it really that important?," Kitsuna looked up at Yachi, then back at Kiyoko with tears in her eyes. Her face was bright red, and her senior schoolmate thought she was kind of cute like that.
"Yes. It is, right Yachi?," Kiyoko dragged her counterpart back into the conversation as Kitsuna let go of her shoulders and slumped forward.
"I mean-well I guess? I never really thought about-um!," the blonde girl fumbled hard with her response.
"It's not like anyone's gonna see it," Kitsuna pouted but stood back up straight and turned toward the girl in the store's doorway. The third year only raised a brow at Kitsuna, shutting her up for good with that questioning look alone.
They entered the brightly lit shop, surrounded by various displays and mannequins wearing an array of lacy or frilly undergarments. This was their final stop before regrouping for lunch, after a grueling morning of shopping for less boyish clothes as the other two phrased it. Kiyoko guided Kitsuna to a staff member and whispered to the woman quietly. The two turned back to Kitsuna suddenly, making her flinch, and guided her to a dressing room where she was given gentle instruction and her measurements were taken.
"If you text them anything now they're gonna get weird ideas," Kiyoko caught the girl with her face buried in her phone again. Her fingers were flying over the screen as she typed out what was probably another long string of pleas and complaints. Kistuna clicked her tongue but slid the phone back into her pocket. Then it was time to head out of the dressing room, and make a couple of selections. Kitsuna relented and took the assignment seriously finally, but kept frowning when she checked price tags until she settled on something fairly modest but still stylish.
The three left the shop, tucking the bag with the store's name on it into one of the others they had from an earlier clothing chain. With that out of the way, and Kitsuna's wallet thoroughly drained, they made their way to a food court where the other three third years were waiting. Kitsuna settled for a milkshake and glowered at her phone while they sat down to eat. She was fully absorbed in a game while the others talked and caught each other up to speed.
"Hm?," Kitsuna finally checked back in when a container of fries slid into her view. She glanced down at it, then to her right where they came from. There was only a slight glance her way before Suga returned to the conversation like nothing had happened. Kitsuna raised a brow at him but accepted the offering and happily ate the fries while sipping her drink. As they talked more, with Kitsuna opening back up as well, more little bits of different meals found their way in front of her. She was starting to get suspicious but nobody acknowledged it out loud.
"Where are we headed next?," Asahi asked after they all finished eating and cleaning up their area. Kitsuna opened something else on her phone and tugged on Suga's sleeve.
"I wanted to check this out, on the way out of here," she showed him a store on her phone. He checked the time, and sighed.
"We've got a little time before the next bus, so we're gonna go check this out I guess," he waved to the others and headed down the hall with Kitsuna in tow.
"I can carry that," he pointed to the shopping bag she was carrying.
"Uh, no! I got it," she instinctively hid the bag from his view at her side as she said that.
"This related to those messages earlier?," he grinned, poking what he knew to be a landmine.
"What're you doin' right now?," Kitsuna glared at him and pouted. Her ears were red despite her denial and protests, making him laugh a little bit. They bickered back and forth as they entered the store and Kitsuna beelined for a shelf at the back. She spotted her prize and happily carried it to the register.
"Students?," the girl at the counter asked, making small talk as she inspected the item. Small talk, or just trying to indulge her curiosity.
"Yeah," Kitsuna dug through her pockets for her wallet, finding it in an odd spot and pulling it out. Several receipts fell out and she scooped them up before Suga could, face flushing again. He started to snicker but she just handed him the bag and pushed him toward the door. He left her to finish her transaction and waited by the door, grinning to himself at her reaction.
"Oh, isn't it a Friday? Huh," the cashier alluded to something as she finished ringing up the item Kitsuna was buying but the highschooler ignored it. On purpose, much to the cashier's disappointment. She wrapped up the game and accompanying figure, tucking it into a bag and thanking the girl for her patronage. Just before Kitsuna left, she made one final poke.
"Hope you have fun on your date," she called to Kitsuna. The girl whipped her head around and shot a glare, but silently took her leave. She threw a jab at the boy's arm as they left, and they were obviously back at their little bickering as they headed toward the mall's exit.
Suga and Kitsuna met up with the others and they crowded onto the public transit, headed somewhere else for their afternoon musings. They stepped off at the base of the skytree, where some other club members were waiting to go up and look out from the observation deck above. Kitsuna clung to the interior wall when they reached the top, earning a bit of teasing before she got mad and gave in to the peer pressure. She approached the large window panes, placing shaky hands on the railing and bracing herself. She opened her eyes, in awe at the view, before her eyes trailed down and she fully understood just how high up she was. She felt her knees buckle, and squatted down on the other side of the railing where the floor hid her view of the ground below. It took some prying to get her hands off the rail and get her down from the towering heights. Some split off again, the others heading to a more historical site to look around.