I can't believe this. I started writing this about five years ago for Mother's Day. The trouble of looking up women's clothes. I'm convinced that my computer believes I'm a woman. I still get ads for women's clothes. I know there are a lot of mistakes here. Writing three points of view in one sitting is hard. I was going to continue with Kawasaki's, Isshiki's, and Miura's mother but I'm not sure I can finish it. I think this is my longest chapter too. This came to be as I saw fan art of Hikigaya between Yukinoshita-san and Yui's mother.
I might have to re-edit this again. I just see blurred text after reading this several times to edit.
Yeah.
Happy Mother's Day!
I don't believe in rumors, nor am I one to talk behind someone's back. I believe that if I have a conflict with someone, I'll confront them.
Well, that was before I had a boyfriend. Hikigaya-kun is a womanizer. I'd rather not delve into the women he has charmed, but I want him to explain what happened, especially since he's sitting in seiza. We are not alone; all of the Service Club is here, along with Isshiki-san.
"Hikigaya-kun, can you explain yourself? You said you'd be shopping with your mother yesterday, which is why you wouldn't attend the club. So, why do we have witnesses who saw you on a date? A date with a mature woman with black hair, well-proportioned and petite," I asked him.
"Yukinoshita, I can explain," he replied.
"Go on, then," I told him.
"I didn't lie to you. I did go shopping with my mother. And this is all Yuigahama's mother's fault."
"What? Mama's?" replied Yuigahama-san.
"So it started like this..."
Hikigaya Mother's POV:
I haven't spent quality time with my son in years. That's why I feel nervous walking beside him. I haven't felt this way since going on my first date. I feel out of place. I'm wearing a gray business suit, the fabric smooth against my skin, the tailored lines accentuating my figure with a touch of elegance. My gray skirt sways gently with each step, its length modest yet stylish. Nude pantyhose envelops my legs, providing a subtle sheen that complements the ensemble.
Beside me, my son stands tall in khaki pants and a black polo shirt. His attire is simple yet refined, a reflection of his understated charm. But despite our coordinated effort to dress appropriately for the occasion, I can't shake the nagging fear of judgment. I guess people will gossip about us—a woman in her 30s and a teenager walking together in the mall. The only thing people can say about us is an improper relationship.
As we navigate through the bustling crowds, I catch snippets of whispered conversations and sidelong glances, society's penchant for jumping to conclusions evident.
But amidst the scrutiny and speculation, I refuse to let it dampen the significance of this moment. Today, I'm not just Hikigaya Hachiman's mother; I'm a woman reclaiming lost time with her son, forging a connection that transcends societal norms and expectations.
As we step into the unknown together, I hold onto the hope that our bond will withstand the harsh scrutiny of the world, emerging stronger and more resilient than before.
"Well, Hachiman, let's go buy you a nice suit for events," I said.
"I already have a suit," he replied.
Knowing this boy, the last time he got a new suit was before middle school, so I was shocked by that. Before I could say a word, he just told me to follow him. He took me to a small unnoticeable shop. We entered, and I noticed some fabric on a table.
"Welcome, oh my Hikigaya-kun. What can I do for you today?" a woman's voice greeted us.
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"I don't know my son anymore. We're from the middle class. Where did he learn about tailor-made suits and high-end clothing?" I mused to myself.
Wait! It must be from his school. I heard there is a class filled with wealthy or politicians' children. Komachi goes there as well. What might happen to my cute daughter?
I returned from using the restroom and found my son standing between two mature women. The first woman exuded warmth and comfort, her cream-colored knitted turtleneck sweater enveloping her in a cozy embrace. Paired with her blue jeans, the ensemble spoke of effortless style, a perfect balance of casual elegance. The soft fabric of her sweater seemed to beckon with familiarity, while the denim hugged her curves, suggesting a woman who valued both comfort and fashion. She embraced Hachiman's arm, her affectionate gesture enveloping him in a surprising intimacy. His arm found itself nestled between the soft curves of her cleavage, the warmth of her embrace seeping through his clothes. The sensation was unexpected, a blend of comfort and awkwardness that left him momentarily stunned.
The other woman delicately intertwined her fingers with Hachiman's hand, her touch conveying a sense of both warmth and reservation. As she leaned her chest against his right arm, a subtle shift in her posture betrayed her unfamiliarity with such physical closeness, yet her graceful demeanor remained unwavering.
She was the epitome of beauty, her long black hair elegantly tied in a bun, framing her serene face with an air of timeless elegance. Her piercing blue eyes held a depth of wisdom that seemed to transcend mere mortal understanding, drawing others in with their magnetic gaze.
Drifting around her, the dark purple and red kimono adorned with intricate floral patterns accentuated her slender figure and added a regal allure to her presence. Each petal and leaf seemed to dance across the fabric, weaving a tapestry of unparalleled beauty that complemented her radiant aura.
Though it was evident that she belonged to a world of privilege and opulence, her demeanor exuded a quiet humility that spoke volumes of her character. She was more than just wealthy; she was a woman of sophistication, accustomed to the finer things in life, yet seeking a genuine connection beyond material wealth.
"I don't know the official term, but I think it is called a swallow. Is it possible my son is a swallow of those two cougars? My poor son's purity was taken by them."
"What is going on here?" I asked in my best mama bear voice.
The woman in the kimono glared, which took me aback. She is scary.
"Mom," said Hachiman.
"Oh my, you must be Hikki's mother." said the big-breasted woman.
"Hikki?" The woman in the kimono and I asked in unison.
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The next step? Drinks. Simple enough, except for two glaring issues. First, there was Hachiman, hand in hand with the kimono-clad woman. Why? And second, why the blush? You, of all people, the epitome of refinement, flustered?
As we settled into a booth at a casual family restaurant, Hachiman finally let go of her hand. We found our seats, but the headache persisted. Why? Because Hachiman was sandwiched between me and the kimono-clad beauty, while Miss Knitted Sweater sat expectantly across the table.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Hikigaya Jeanne[1]," I said.
"And I am Yukinoshita Eimi. My youngest daughter, Yukino, is currently engaged in a romantic relationship with your son, Hachiman," greeted Yukinoshita-san.
"Yukinoshita, as in...?" A flicker of shock crosses my face. "Romantic, as in...my son, Hachiman, has a girlfriend? Forgive me, but I must confess, this comes as a surprise."
"I am Yuigahama Hitomi. My daughter, Yui, is a close friend of both Yukinon and Hikki. She often speaks of them fondly at home," greeted Yuigahama-san.
I notice Hachiman's strained smile.
"Ara ara, it is often easier to navigate the pangs of heartbreak at a young age. Healing tends to be swifter. Yui is surrounded by a supportive network of friends and family, and she will undoubtedly find solace in their presence," remarked Yuigahama-san.
"Hachiman," I turn to my son, my voice laced with a hint of formality, "would you be so kind as to elaborate on this situation?"
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Just as Hachiman finished confessing his 'love triangle' woes, a familiar voice chimed in. It was the waitress, a young woman with a mischievous glint in her eye.
"Oh, Hikigaya-kun! Fancy seeing you here," she began, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "And with, uh..." she paused, glancing between us, three mothers and their increasingly curious expressions. "More...distinguished company today, I see."
"Distinguished?" Hachiman muttered, his cheeks flushing a light pink. He knew where this was going.
The waitress, ever the comedian, winked. "Well, multiple lovely ladies can't be wrong, can they?" she quipped, sending a barely concealed giggle towards Hachiman. But before she could unleash the full force of her teasing, a chorus of "Explain, Hachiman!" erupted from the mother, silencing her amusement.
Undeterred, Hachiman launched into his explanation, occasionally glancing over to see the waitress miming "multiple women" and "rivals" with exaggerated hand gestures behind Yuigahama-san.
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We decided to keep shopping. Our objective was to find formal dresses for Yuigahama-san and me, as well as a business suit for Yuigahama-san and Yukinoshita-san, and casual wear for Yukinoshita-san and me. Hachiman served as our fashion critic, although his role seemed to extend to that of a pack mule, judging by the groan escaping his lips as he hoisted the ever-growing pile of shopping bags. Despite trying on five dresses, each met with Hachiman's unenthusiastic "meh" or "not bad." I mean, come on, I'm his mother, a woman! Couldn't he muster a "you look lovely"?
Stepping out of the fitting room, I glanced around, searching for Hachiman, but he was nowhere to be seen. Perhaps he had slipped away for a brief moment, lost in the maze of garments and accessories. Undeterred, I allowed my fingers to trail along the delicate fabrics of the dresses adorning the rack before me, their textures whispering secrets of luxury and refinement.
Then, like a beacon amidst the sea of choices, it caught my eye – a navy blue satin gown, its hue reminiscent of the midnight sky, promising an air of sophistication and grace. The neckline, modest yet alluring, hinted at the allure of mystery, while the flowing skirt whispered of romance and dreams. It was a garment that spoke of timeless elegance, a statement without words, conveying a quiet confidence that belied any notion of desperation. In this dress, I could be anything I wished – a heroine of my own story, writing my own destiny with every step.
As the soft fabric of the navy blue satin gown cascaded over my figure, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over me. The elegant gown whispered tales of bygone eras, of dances beneath chandeliers and whispered promises in moonlit gardens. With each delicate movement, I felt as though I was stepping into a different time, a different world altogether. The modest neckline framed my features with timeless grace, while the flowing skirt swirled around my legs like a gentle breeze on a summer evening.
In the reflection of the dressing room mirror, I caught a glimpse of my younger self – a woman full of hopes and dreams, with the world at my feet. I stepped out of the dressing room.
Suddenly, I spotted Hachiman, a faint blush creeping up his face. This was it. He liked this one.
"So?" I inquired, a playful lilt in my voice.
"Uh, yeah," he mumbled, turning slightly away. "Looks... nice."
Meanwhile, Yuigahama-san was a vision in a blush pink off-the-shoulder gown. Sequins shimmered like fallen stars, a daring side slit showcased her toned leg, and the off-shoulder design whispered promises of hidden treasures. It hugged her curves like a second skin, guaranteed to turn heads and ignite envy.
Yukinoshita-san, ever the minimalist, chose a black off-the-shoulder mermaid gown that clung to her slender frame like liquid silk. Simple yet sophisticated, it exuded an effortless elegance that spoke volumes about her quiet confidence.
Both women turned expectantly towards Hachiman. He cleared his throat, his cheeks now a vibrant shade of crimson.
"Yeah, uh... they look... really nice. Great," he stammered, managing a weak smile.
The air crackled with unspoken amusement. Even Hachiman, with his trademark stoicism, couldn't resist the allure of these beautiful women adorned in their finery. It was a scene fit for a fashion magazine, and Hachiman, the reluctant critic, had unwittingly become part of the captivating tableau.
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Dresses paid for, hearts (mine, at least) content with the knowledge that my son finally saw me as the vision I knew I was (gotta get your money's worth, right? Especially with our kids entering their last year of high school – formal events galore!). Next stop: suits. We returned to the charming tailor shop, the scent of freshly steamed fabric and the rhythmic whirring of sewing machines instantly transporting us back to our previous visit.
Yuigahama-san stood tall, a vision in a modern pantsuit the color of a deep summer sky. The young tailor, a man whose passion for his craft shone through his meticulous adjustments, carefully marked areas where sturdier fabric was needed. Yuigahama-san's enviable curves posed a risk to the delicate material. Not a problem this tailor couldn't solve, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
Meanwhile, Yukinoshita-san exuded quiet elegance in a tailored masterpiece. A grey pencil skirt hugged her slender frame like a second skin, perfectly complementing the crisp white blouse and blazer. The older owner, a man whose years of experience were evident in his confident movements, adjusted the garment with an artist's touch. Every seam, every stitch, aimed to accentuate her graceful figure, highlighting her natural beauty without unnecessary embellishment.
I stood beside Hachiman, a silent observer. His usual stoic facade was cracking ever so slightly, a hint of admiration flickering in his eyes as he took in the scene before him. It was a tableau of feminine power and sartorial expertise, and even he couldn't help but be drawn to its magnetism.
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Next, we embarked on a shopping trip to find the perfect loungewear outfits to relax in at our home. We perused the racks, searching for cozy yet stylish pieces to add to our wardrobes.
As Yuigahama-san perused the racks of loungewear, her eyes lit up at the sight of a soft, pastel-colored oversized sweater. With playful prints of puppies and hearts adorning the fabric, it seemed tailor-made for her.
As she slipped it over her head, the fabric enveloped her in a cocoon of warmth and comfort, instantly melting away any lingering tension from the day. The sweater hung loosely on her frame, draping her in a cozy embrace that seemed to whisper promises of lazy days and relaxation ahead.
Pairing it with snug leggings that hugged her curves just right and slipping on fluffy socks that cushioned her steps with every movement, Yuigahama-san couldn't help but feel a surge of delight at the sheer comfort and charm of her chosen ensemble.
With a contented sigh, she turned to admire herself in the mirror, the playful prints on the sweater adding a touch of whimsy to her appearance. It was the perfect outfit for lounging around the house, exuding a casual yet effortlessly chic vibe that suited her perfectly.
Meanwhile, I found myself drawn to a display showcasing classic and elegant loungewear sets. My fingers brushed against the soft silk of a luxurious robe, adorned with delicate lace trimmings that added a touch of sophistication to the ensemble.
As I slipped into the robe, the smooth fabric cascaded over my skin like a gentle caress, enveloping me in a cocoon of opulent comfort. The lace trimmings danced along the edges, adding a subtle hint of allure to the garment.
Pairing it with a matching camisole, the silk draped elegantly over my curves, enhancing my silhouette with a timeless grace. The lounge pants completed the ensemble, their flowing silhouette promising unrestricted movement and effortless style.
With each piece, I felt a sense of indulgence wash over me, imagining myself lounging in such luxurious comfort. The silk robe whispered promises of relaxation and tranquility, while the delicate lace added a hint of romance to the ensemble.
As I admired myself in the mirror, the classic elegance of the loungewear set reflected back at me, evoking a sense of timeless sophistication. It was a choice that spoke of refinement and luxury, perfectly suited to moments of quiet indulgence and self-care.
Yukinoshita-san approached the loungewear section with a discerning eye, her elegant demeanor evident in every movement. Her fingers delicately grazed over the soft fabrics, searching for the perfect combination of comfort and style.
Her gaze settled upon a chic and understated ensemble—a relaxed-fit cashmere sweater in a timeless neutral tone. As she slipped it on, the luxurious fabric enveloped her in a gentle embrace, offering a sense of warmth and coziness that felt like a soothing balm to her senses.
The sweater draped elegantly over her frame, its relaxed silhouette exuding effortless charm and sophistication. The neutral hue complemented her complexion perfectly, adding a touch of understated elegance to her appearance.
Pairing it with loose-fitting trousers that allowed for unrestricted movement, Yukinoshita-san must felt a sense of liberation wash over her. The trousers flowed gracefully with each step, promising comfort without sacrificing style.
Completing the look with sleek slide sandals, she added a subtle touch of refinement to the ensemble. The minimalist design of the sandals echoed the chic simplicity of her outfit, tying the look together with effortless ease.
As she glanced at herself in the mirror, Yukinoshita-san couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over her. The chic and understated loungewear look spoke volumes about her refined taste and impeccable sense of style, reaffirming her status as a true icon of elegance.
As they tried on their chosen outfits, Hachiman couldn't help but admire our selections. "You all look fantastic," he complimented us, a genuine smile gracing his lips as he appreciated our newfound sense of comfort and style.
Satisfied with our purchases, the three of us made our way to the checkout counter, excited to bring our new loungewear outfits home. With cozy comfort and chic style in tow, we looked forward to many relaxing days ahead spent lounging around together.
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As the last bite of dessert disappeared, Hachiman groaned, clutching his stomach dramatically. "I think I overdid it on the pasta," he mumbled, earning a playful swat from his mother.
"Always complaining, even with a happy tummy," I teased. "Just blame it on the shopping, like any good son would."
Hachiman chuckled, hoisting the overflowing bags once more. As we walked out of the restaurant, we bid our goodbyes and strolled through the parking lot. My eyes landed on an extra bag tucked beneath his arm. "Hold on," I said, eyebrows raised. "Did you get something for yourself? Don't tell me you're turning into a fashionista, Hachiman."
Hachiman blushed, stammering an excuse. The playful banter continued as we reached the car.
The car ride home was surprisingly quiet. I stole glances at my son, my earlier amusement fading into a thoughtful silence.
Finally, I spoke, my voice gentle yet firm. "Hachiman, about Yukinoshita-san..."
Hachiman's shoulders tensed. He knew what was coming. He took a deep breath, bracing himself for a difficult conversation about his relationship and the complexities it brought.
I turned to him, my expression unreadable.
"Holding Yukinoshita-san's hand," I stated flatly, my voice devoid of emotion. "That was a mistake, wasn't it?"
"Ah! It is not like that. I'm used to holding hands with Yuikno. Yukino gets lost easily in crowded places or new locations. Holding hands is a natural habit of mine now. I must have been so accustomed to it that it was natural I held Yukinoshita-san's hand," he explained.
Yukino's Mother's POV:
Sunlight slanted through the glass atrium, casting a warm glow over the department store. Amidst the impeccably dressed shoppers, Yukinoshita Eimi stood out not only for her attire but for the essence she exuded. She was the epitome of beauty, her long black hair meticulously tied in a bun framing a serene face reminiscent of carved jade. Piercing blue eyes, windows to a soul holding the wisdom of a thousand unspoken stories, drew others in with their magnetic gaze.
I moved through the aisles, not with the crisp efficiency of a businesswoman, but with the graceful flow of a dancer. My dark purple and red kimono, adorned with intricate floral patterns, wasn't just clothing; it was a living tapestry dancing with each step. Each meticulously embroidered petal and leaf whispered tales of ancient gardens and forgotten tea ceremonies, adding a regal allure to my presence. It was a stark contrast to the sleek suits and polished handbags around me, yet I wore it with effortless grace, its timeless elegance silently declaring my identity.
Each window display, a carefully curated tableau, became a stage for my silent observations. My gaze lingered on a delicate porcelain teacup, its surface painted with cherry blossoms in full bloom. A ghost of a smile played on my lips, a fleeting echo of a younger woman who might have dreamt of such delicate china. But that woman, I knew, was long gone, replaced by the steely reserve of the Yukinoshita matriarch.
As I continued my stroll, my eyes, sharp as ever, noted not just the price tags but the stories behind them. A cashmere throw for the living room couch, a set of engraved stationery for Haruno, and perhaps even a new chessboard for her husband, all meticulously evaluated for their potential to enhance the Yukinoshita household. But amidst these practical choices, a flutter of movement caught her eye.
A young girl, no older than Yukino, stood mesmerized in front of a display of stuffed animals. A fluffy panda, its eyes wide and innocent, seemed to plead for her attention. The girl's face, however, held a mix of longing and resignation. I watched as the girl's mother, her shoulders slumped and eyes vacant, tugged her away, muttering about budgets and practicality.
A pang of something akin to sympathy, a rare emotion for me, pierced my calm facade. My own childhood had been devoid of such frivolous pleasures, my life dictated by duty and responsibility. But looking at the young girl, a flicker of doubt ignited within me. Was I too quick to dismiss the value of these seemingly insignificant joys?
I found myself drawn back to the panda display. Picking it up, the soft fur felt surprisingly comforting against my palm. A genuine smile, a rarity for my usually stoic self, curved my lips. Perhaps, I thought, a touch of indulgence wouldn't hurt. After all, even the most disciplined life needed a taste of whimsy now and then. As I approached the counter, the panda tucked under my arm, a sense of lightness, almost forgotten, filled my chest. This wasn't just a stuffed animal; it was a reminder that sometimes, the most valuable possessions weren't things at all, but the fleeting moments of joy they could bring. And perhaps, just perhaps, even I, the epitome of elegance and control, could indulge in a touch of whimsical charm.
Sunlight filtered onto a bench where Hikigaya Hchiman sat, an island of nonchalance amidst the bustling shoppers. I approached, my steps were light and silent like fallen leaves on a crisp autumn day. He raised his head, eyes narrowing in practiced suspicion. I recognized the wariness, a flicker of amusement dancing in my gaze.
"Hikigaya-kun," I greeted, my voice a melody of silk and steel, "you seem rather pensive for one enjoying the spring sunshine."
He scoffed, a sound devoid of genuine humor. "Just contemplating the absurdity of existence," he muttered, eyes returning to the passing crowd.
I chuckled softly, the sound like wind chimes swaying in a gentle breeze. "Ah, the classic Hikigaya-kun soliloquy," I observed, amusement lacing my words. "Do tell, what profound insights have you gleaned from the shopping masses today?"
Before we continued our conversation, we were interrupted.
"Hikki!" A woman's voice rang out as Hikigaya-kun was hugged.
The woman exuded a vibrant aura, her light orange hair framing her face elegantly, and her red eyes sparkling with warmth and vitality. Despite the passing years, she maintained a youthful appearance that seemed almost timeless. Her demeanor was approachable, with a friendly smile that immediately put others at ease. Clad in a cream-colored knitted turtleneck sweater and casual blue jeans, she embodied a relaxed yet sophisticated style.
What struck me most about her was her undeniable charisma and grace, coupled with a sense of maternal warmth that radiated from her. It was evident that she carried herself with confidence, and her more developed chest area accentuated her femininity in a subtle yet confident manner. Hikigaya-kun arm dug between her cleavages as she hugged his left arm. In her presence, one couldn't help but feel drawn to her magnetic personality and genuine kindness.
I felt a subtle unease creeping over me as I observed the interaction between Hikigaya-kun and this woman. There was something about the woman's demeanor that made me instinctively protective of Hikigaya-kun, my daughter's significant other. Sensing his discomfort, my maternal instincts kicked in, and I couldn't help but worry about his well-being.
With a gentle but firm resolve, I reached out and clasped Hikigaya-kun's hand with both of mine, intending to subtly pull him away from the situation. I slipped and leaned into Hikigaya-kun. My actions were driven by a deep-seated concern for his safety and comfort, wanting to shield him from any potential discomfort or harm.
Though she maintained my composure outwardly, and inwardly, I couldn't shake off the feeling of apprehension that lingered within me. It was the first time I had encountered this type of woman, and the unfamiliarity of the situation only added to my sense of protectiveness over Hikigaya-kun, whom I had grown to care for like a son.
Caught off guard by the sudden tug of war over Hikigaya-kun, I felt a surge of protectiveness wash over me. I tightened my grip on his hand, my concern for his well-being overriding any other emotions at that moment. I heard footsteps. I witness another woman standing there. She was wearing a gray business suit, the tailored lines accentuating her figure with a touch of elegance. The gray skirt she wears sways gently with each step, its length modest yet stylish. Nude pantyhose envelops her legs, providing a subtle sheen that complements the ensemble. As I glanced toward the other woman, her expression reflected a mixture of sternness and worry, mirroring my internal conflict.
"What's happening here?" she questioned, her voice carrying a mixture of concern and determination.
I glared back.
"Mom," said Hikigaya-kun.
"Oh my, you must be Hikki's mother," said the big-breasted woman.
"Hikki?" The woman and I asked in unison.
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As we headed to a casual family restaurant to chat, Hikigaya-kun instinctively reached out to hold my hand. Initially taken aback by the gesture, I soon grasped its intent - Hikigaya-kun's concern for my well-being in the bustling surroundings.
Feeling Hikigaya-kun's fingers intertwine with mine, a slight pang of embarrassment. Holding hands with someone who wasn't my husband, particularly in public, felt somewhat out of place. However, I couldn't deny the genuine care and consideration behind Hikigaya-kun's actions, which eased my initial discomfort.
Walking alongside Hikigaya-kun, hand in hand, I couldn't ignore curious glances from passersby and the other two women accompanying us. Though self-conscious, I also found warmth in the gesture.
Despite my initial embarrassment, I gradually relaxed into the gesture, appreciating the reassurance and comfort it provided, akin to a mother guiding her child through a crowded street.
As we settled into a cozy booth at the family restaurant, a sense of relief washed over me as Hikigaya-kun finally released my hand. Despite the comfort of the booth, a subtle tension lingered, and the persistent headache that had plagued me since our arrival persisted.
Glancing around the table, my gaze landed on Hikigaya-kun, seated between me and Miss Gray Suit. His proximity stirred a mix of emotions within me - gratitude for his earlier concern, yet also unease at the unexpected intimacy of our interaction.
Across the table, Miss Knitted Sweater sat expectantly, her presence casting a shadow over the otherwise relaxed atmosphere. Despite her friendly demeanor, an undeniable sense of anticipation emanated from her, as if she awaited some unfolding event.
Clad in my traditional kimono, I couldn't help but feel like an outsider in this dynamic. The contrast between my attire and Miss Knitted Sweater's casual outfit highlighted our differences, contributing to my sense of unease.
Despite my efforts to remain composed, I couldn't shake off the feeling of being out of place.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Hikigaya Jeanne[1]," Miss Gray Suit introduced herself.
"And I am Yukinoshita Eimi. My youngest daughter, Yukino, is currently in a romantic relationship with your son, Hachiman," I greeted.
"Yukinoshita, as in...?" A flicker of shock crosses her face. "Romantic, as in...my son, Hachiman, has a girlfriend? Forgive me, but I must confess, this comes as a surprise."
"I am Yuigahama Hitomi. My daughter, Yui, is a close friend of both Yukinon and Hikki. She often speaks of them fondly at home," greeted Yuigahama-san.
I notice Hachiman's strained smile.
"Ara ara, it is often easier to navigate the pangs of heartbreak at a young age. Healing tends to be swifter. Yui is surrounded by a supportive network of friends and family, and she will undoubtedly find solace in their presence," remarked Yuigahama-san.
"Hachiman," Hikigaya-san turned to her son, her voice laced with a hint of formality, "would you be so kind as to elaborate on this situation?"
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Just as Hikigaya-kun finished confessing his 'love triangle' woes, a familiar voice chimed in—it was the waitress. I couldn't help but notice the mischievous glint in the waitress's eye as she spoke.
"Oh, Hikigaya-kun! Fancy seeing you here," she began, a playful smile dancing on her lips. "And with, uh..." she paused, glancing between us—three mothers with increasingly curious expressions. The playful banter between the waitress and Hikigaya-kun added a lighthearted touch to the atmosphere, but I couldn't ignore the growing curiosity on our faces, including his own. There was a sense of anticipation hanging in the air as we awaited Hikigaya's explanation. "More...distinguished company today, I see."
"Distinguished?" Hikigaya-kun muttered, his cheeks flushing a light pink. He knew where this was going.
When the waitress referred to us as "distinguished company," I couldn't help but feel a faint blush creep onto my cheeks. The word "distinguished" seemed somewhat out of place in this context, especially considering the unconventional situation we found ourselves in. As Hikigaya-kun's cheeks flushed pink, I exchanged a knowing glance with the other mothers, silently acknowledging the awkwardness of the moment. The waitress, ever the comedian, winked. "Well, multiple lovely ladies can't be wrong, can they?" she quipped, sending a barely concealed giggle towards Hikigaya-kun.
But before she could unleash the full force of her teasing, a chorus of "Explain, Hachiman!" erupted from his mother, silencing her amusement. The waitress's teasing only served to exacerbate the situation, and I found myself suppressing a chuckle at the exaggerated hand gestures behind Yuighama-san's back.
Despite the humorous interlude, my focus remained on Hikigaya-kun and his explanation. I listened intently as he navigated through the complexities of his "love triangle," occasionally glancing over Yuigahama-san to catch glimpses of the waitress's antics. At that moment, I couldn't help but admire Hikigaya-kun's composure in the face of such playful teasing, even as he tried to navigate our increasingly demanding questions.
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As I slipped into the elegant black Off-the-shoulder mermaid gown, a sense of anticipation bubbled within me. The fabric hugged my slender figure, accentuating every curve with graceful precision.
Beside me, I noticed Hikigaya's mother in a stunning navy blue satin gown, her choice exuding sophistication and class. With a glance towards her son, I couldn't help but notice the rosy tint on his cheeks, a silent affirmation of his approval.
Turning my attention to Yuigahama-san, I couldn't help but admire the glamorous blush pink off-shoulder gown she wore. The sequin embellishments sparkled under the store lights, drawing attention to her radiant presence. The long slit up the side of the skirt added a touch of allure, while the exposed collarbone hinted at her graceful charm.
As I awaited Hikigaya's opinion, a blush crept onto my cheeks. The anticipation of his reaction added a flutter of excitement to the air, mingling with the scent of perfume and the rustle of fabric as we all awaited his verdict.
"Yeah. Umm... They look nice. Yes," replied Hikigaya-kun.
We proceeded to pay for the dresses, and a sense of contentment washed over me. With our children now in their third year of high school, it was essential to have outfits ready for future events, like an engagement party.
Next on our agenda was finding a suit for Yuigahama-san.
We walked to the charming tailor shop, the scent of freshly steamed fabric and the rhythmic whirring of sewing machines filling the air.
Yuigahama-san stood tall, a vision in a modern pantsuit the color of a deep summer sky. The young tailor, a man whose passion for his craft shone through his meticulous adjustments, carefully marked areas where sturdier fabric was needed. Yuigahama-san's enviable curves posed a risk to the delicate material. Not a problem this tailor couldn't solve, a knowing smile playing on his lips.
As for myself, I used to wear suits but I'm glad I could just use my kimono for business affairs. I exuded quiet elegance in a tailored masterpiece. A grey pencil skirt hugged my slender frame like a second skin, perfectly complementing the crisp white blouse and blazer. The older owner, a man whose years of experience were evident in his confident movements, adjusted the garment with an artist's touch. Every seam, every stitch, aimed to accentuate my graceful figure, highlighting my natural beauty without unnecessary embellishment.
Hikigaya-san stood beside Hikigaya-kun, a silent observer. His usual stoic facade was cracking ever so slightly, a hint of admiration flickering in his eyes as he took in the scene before him.
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Next, we embarked on a shopping trip to find the perfect loungewear outfits to relax in at our home. We perused the racks, searching for cozy yet stylish pieces to add to our wardrobes.
As Yuigahama-san browsed the racks of loungewear, her eyes lit up at the sight of a soft, pastel-colored oversized sweater. With playful prints of puppies and hearts adorning the fabric, it seemed tailor-made for her.
As she slipped it over her head, the fabric enveloped her in a cocoon of warmth and comfort, instantly melting away any lingering tension from the day. The sweater hung loosely on her frame, draping her in a cozy embrace that seemed to whisper promises of lazy days and relaxation ahead.
Pairing it with snug leggings that hugged her curves just right and slipping on fluffy socks that cushioned her steps with every movement, Yuigahama-san couldn't help but feel a surge of delight at the sheer comfort and charm of her chosen ensemble.
With a contented sigh, she turned to admire herself in the mirror, the playful prints on the sweater adding a touch of whimsy to her appearance. It was the perfect outfit for lounging around the house, exuding a casual yet effortlessly chic vibe that suited her perfectly.
Meanwhile, Hikigaya-san found herself drawn to a display showcasing classic and elegant loungewear sets. Her fingers brushed against the soft silk of a luxurious robe, adorned with delicate lace trimmings that added a touch of sophistication to the ensemble.
As she slipped into the robe, the smooth fabric cascaded over her skin like a gentle caress, enveloping her in a cocoon of opulent comfort. The lace trimmings danced along the edges, adding a subtle hint of allure to the garment.
Pairing it with a matching camisole, the silk draped elegantly over her curves, enhancing her silhouette with timeless grace. The lounge pants completed the ensemble, their flowing silhouette promising unrestricted movement and effortless style.
As she admired herself in the mirror, the classic elegance of the loungewear set reflected back at her, evoking a sense of timeless sophistication. It was a choice that spoke of refinement and luxury, perfectly suited to moments of quiet indulgence and self-care.
I approached the loungewear section with a discerning eye, my elegant demeanor evident in every movement. My fingers delicately grazed over the soft fabrics, searching for the perfect combination of comfort and style.
In the quiet intimacy of the dressing room, I found myself deliberating over the array of loungewear options before me. Unsure of what to choose, my gaze wandered over the assortment of garments, each one holding the promise of comfort and allure.
My fingers brushed against the soft lace of a delicate cami and shorts set, its feminine charm drawing me in. With a sense of quiet determination, I selected the two-piece lingerie ensemble, feeling a flutter of anticipation stir within me.
As I held the garment in my hands, I couldn't help but think of the moments shared with my husband in the privacy of our own room. There were times when I wanted to indulge in the simple pleasure of feeling attractive and desired, basking in the warmth of his gaze and the intimacy of our connection.
With that thought in mind, I slipped into the lace cami and shorts set, the fabric caressing my skin with a delicate touch, igniting a sensation of sensuality that enveloped me in a subtle allure. The lace adorned the cami with intricate patterns, tracing patterns of elegance and femininity against the gentle curves of my body.
The cami hugged my figure with a gentle embrace, its adjustable straps offering a perfect fit that accentuated my silhouette with effortless grace. Paired with the matching shorts, the ensemble exuded a sense of understated seduction, the sheer fabric hinting at the promise of intimacy and connection.
As I glanced at myself in the mirror, a blush rose to my cheeks at the sight of the reflection before me. The lace cami and shorts set draped over me like a veil of temptation, evoking a sense of confidence and empowerment that stirred something deep within me.
At that moment, I felt beautiful and desirable, the soft lace and delicate fabric serving as a reminder of the passion and intimacy shared between myself and my husband. It was a garment meant for moments of quiet romance and shared affection, a symbol of the love and connection that bound us together.
As I stood before the mirror, admiring the delicate lace cami and shorts set that adorned my figure, a sense of quiet satisfaction washed over me. Lost in the moment, I didn't notice the curtain behind me until it was too late. With a sudden yank, I stumbled backward, the curtain flying open and leaving me exposed to whoever stood on the other side.
My heart leaped into my throat as I spun around, only to find Hikigaya-kun standing there, his eyes widening in surprise at the unexpected sight before him. Heat rushed to my cheeks as I instinctively moved to cover myself, the lace cami and shorts suddenly feeling far too revealing under his gaze.
For a moment, neither of us spoke, the air thick with tension and embarrassment. But then, to my surprise, Hikigaya-kun's expression softened, and a faint blush colored his cheeks as well. In a voice barely above a whisper, he offered his approval, calling the outfit beautiful.
His words washed over me like a wave of relief, dispelling the initial awkwardness of the situation. With a grateful smile, I thanked him, feeling a sense of reassurance in his genuine compliment. But before I could say anything more, Hikigaya-kun turned and fled from the dressing room, his embarrassment evident in the hurriedness of his steps.
Left alone once more, I couldn't help but chuckle softly to myself, the tension of the moment dissipating into the air. Despite the initial embarrassment of being caught off guard, Hikigaya-kun's reaction had turned what could have been a mortifying moment into a lighthearted exchange.
As I stood there, still clad in the lace cami and shorts set, I couldn't help but feel a sense of confidence wash over me. After all, if Hikigaya-kun found the outfit beautiful, then perhaps it truly was.
With a soft smile playing on my lips, I stepped out of the dressing room, the garment cradled in my arms like a cherished secret meant for my husband's eyes only. I'll purchase it at a later time.
Returning to the rack, my gaze settled upon a chic and understated ensemble—a relaxed-fit cashmere sweater in a timeless neutral tone. As I slipped it on, the luxurious fabric enveloped me in a gentle embrace, offering a sense of warmth and coziness that felt like a soothing balm to my senses.
The sweater draped elegantly over my frame, its relaxed silhouette exuding effortless charm and sophistication. The neutral hue complemented my complexion perfectly, adding a touch of understated elegance to my appearance.
Pairing it with loose-fitting trousers that allowed for unrestricted movement, I felt a sense of liberation wash over me. The trousers flowed gracefully with each step, promising comfort without sacrificing style.
Completing the look with sleek slide sandals, I added a subtle touch of refinement to the ensemble. The minimalist design of the sandals echoed the chic simplicity of the outfit, tying the look together with effortless ease.
As I glanced at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction wash over me. The chic and understated loungewear look spoke volumes about my refined taste and impeccable sense of style, reaffirming my status as a true icon of elegance.
As we tried on our chosen outfits, Hikigaya-kun couldn't help but admire our selections. "You all look fantastic," he complimented us, a genuine smile gracing his lips as he appreciated our newfound sense of comfort and style.
Satisfied with our purchases, the three mothers made their way to the checkout counter, excited to bring our new loungewear outfits home. With cozy comfort and chic style in tow, we looked forward to many relaxing days ahead spent lounging around together.
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As the shopping trip came to an end, the Hikigayas decided to grab a bite to eat before heading home, while Yuigahama-san set off to gather ingredients for dinner. Meanwhile, I found myself drawn back to the loungewear shop, a sense of tranquility settling over me as I stepped through the familiar doorway.
The soft glow of the store's lighting enveloped me like a warm embrace, casting a gentle radiance over the rows of loungewear displayed before me. With a contented sigh, I began to peruse the racks once more, admiring the array of cozy ensembles and elegant pieces that awaited my exploration.
"Um, excuse me. I changed my mind, I would like to purchase those items. Also, do you have the top in white?" I asked the shop assistant as I showed her the silk cami and shorts set from my previous visit.
With a soft yet determined voice, I requested a more revealing cami and shorts set, my words tinged with a hint of mischief and anticipation. I couldn't help but feel a flush of surprise at my boldness, but also a sense of admiration for my willingness to explore new avenues of intimacy with my husband.
The shop assistant, to my surprise, readily agreed to my request, our conversation shrouded in a veil of discretion. There was something intriguing about the way the shop assistant responded, leaving the details of our exchange vague yet filled with the promise of excitement.
Turning away from the counter, a subtle smile played on my lips, my eyes sparkling with anticipation. It was clear that I might have something special planned for my evening with my husband, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement for me as I continued my shopping journey.
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As I made my way to the checkout counter, a sense of contentment washed over me. The shopping trip may have come to an end, but the promise of cozy evenings spent in the comfort of my new loungewear filled me with a sense of warmth and gratitude. With a smile on my lips, I bid farewell to the shopkeeper, ready to embrace the tranquility of home once more.
Yui's Mother's POV:
As I strolled through the bustling mall, my steps were purposeful yet relaxed. My cream-colored knitted turtleneck sweater hugged my frame, providing warmth against the crisp air of the shopping center. Paired with casual blue jeans, I exuded an effortless elegance as I weaved through the group of people.
With a small sigh, I glanced around the various storefronts, my mind preoccupied with the task at hand. I couldn't help but mull over the amusing request my daughter, Yui, had sent me. It wasn't every day I found myself shopping for cute underwear, especially at the behest of my daughter. Yet, Yui's genuine excitement and the promise of spending time with her friends had swayed me to oblige.
As I passed by a lingerie boutique, I couldn't help but chuckle softly to myself. "Honestly, Yui," I murmured under my breath, "sending me off on this errand while she's off planning to play with Hikki." The thought brought a fond smile to my lips as I imagined my daughter's playful antics.
Navigating through the mall, I found myself drawn towards a quaint boutique, its windows adorned with delicate lace lingerie sets in an array of pastel hues. With a determined nod, I stepped inside, the gentle chime of the door signaling my entry.
As I perused the racks, my fingers trailed over the soft fabrics, my thoughts drifting back to Yui. "She always did have a knack for choosing the cutest things," I mused to myself, my lips quirking into a smile. Despite the unconventional nature of my task, I found myself enjoying the opportunity to indulge my daughter's whims.
After carefully selecting a few sets that I knew Yui would adore, I made my way to the checkout counter. As I handed over my purchases, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. It wasn't just about buying underwear; it was about being there for my cute daughter, even in the simplest of ways.
With my mission accomplished, I exited the boutique, the shopping bags in my hand a testament to my role as a loving mother. As I continued my journey through the mall, she couldn't shake the feeling of warmth that filled her heart. Maybe I should get something for Sablé.
I walked through the mall when I recognized a certain teen boy. As I approached Hikigaya Hachiman sitting on the mall bench, my steps slowed as I noticed his distressed demeanor. My concern deepened when I saw the enigmatic woman beside him, dressed in a striking dark purple and red kimono adorned with intricate floral patterns.
With a furrowed brow, my instincts kicked in as I recognized the need to intervene. As I reached out to greet Hikki, my gaze shifted to the woman beside him, taking in her appearance with a mixture of curiosity and caution.
The woman exuded an aura of elegance and poise, her posture regal even in the casual setting of the mall. Her kimono, though unconventional for the surroundings, seemed to command attention, its rich colors and delicate motifs drawing the eye.
Her features were refined, with sharp cheekbones and piercing eyes that held a hint of mystery. Despite the intensity of her gaze, there was a certain gracefulness to her demeanor, as if she were accustomed to commanding attention wherever she went.
I couldn't help but be struck by the woman's beauty, yet there was something about her presence that gave me pause. Beneath the facade of sophistication, there lurked an air of unpredictability, a sense that she was not to be trifled with.
As I gently embraced Hikki's arm, shielding him from any potential danger, I couldn't shake the feeling of unease that settled in the pit of my stomach. The woman was undoubtedly a formidable presence, one whose intentions remained shrouded in mystery.
As the tension between the kimono-clad woman and I escalated into a silent struggle over Hikki's arm, the atmosphere around us grew increasingly fraught with uncertainty. I remained steadfast in my efforts to shield Hikki from whatever danger I perceived, my grip tightening around his arm with determination.
Meanwhile, the kimono-clad woman's actions became more assertive as she sought to assert her own claim over Hikki. With a fierce determination, she pressed her chest into his arm, her hands grasping his firmly as she vied for his attention.
Unbeknownst to me, the woman's movements were not as deliberate as they seemed. In her attempt to maintain her hold on Hikki, she inadvertently tripped over her own feet, a subtle stumble that went unnoticed amidst the intensity of the moment.
As the tug of war ensued, Hikki found himself caught in the middle of the conflicting desires of the two women. His expression betrayed a mixture of confusion and discomfort, unsure of how to extricate himself from the escalating confrontation.
Caught up in the heat of the moment, neither the kimono-clad woman nor I showed any signs of backing down. With each tug on Hikki's arm, the tension between us reached a fever pitch, threatening to spill over into chaos at any moment.
It was a standoff fraught with emotion and uncertainty, a clash of wills that would ultimately determine the course of our interaction. And as we continued to vie for control, the fate of Hikki hung precariously in the balance, his future uncertain in the hands of two determined women locked in silent conflict.
As the tension between the kimono-clad woman and I reached its peak, a new player entered the fray, catching me off guard. My gaze snapped towards the woman in the gray business suit, her stern yet worried demeanor commanding attention amidst the chaos.
I glare at the newcomer, my expression a mixture of frustration and disbelief at the sudden intrusion. Clad in a perfectly tailored gray suit, the woman exuded an air of authority that demanded respect. Her skirt matched the hue of her jacket, lending a sense of cohesion to her ensemble, while nude pantyhose added a touch of professionalism to her attire.
Despite the seriousness of her demeanor, there was an unmistakable undercurrent of concern in the woman's voice as she called out to us.
"What is going on here?" asked the woman in the gray suit.
"Mom," replied Hikki.
I watched closely as Hiki's response confirmed the woman's identity – his acknowledgment of her as "mom" shedding light on their relationship.
I couldn't help but take note of the woman's demeanor, her stern exterior softened by the genuine worry etched into her features. There was a sense of strength in her presence, a resilience forged through years of navigating life's challenges.
Hikki's mother appeared to be a woman of pragmatism and determination, her no-nonsense approach tempered by a deep-rooted concern for her son's well-being. Despite the chaos unfolding before her, she remained steadfast in her resolve, ready to intervene and protect her child at a moment's notice.
As I observed the interaction between mother and son, I couldn't help but feel a pang of empathy toward the woman in the gray suit. In her stern but worried voice and unwavering gaze, she saw a reflection of her own maternal instincts – a fierce devotion to the ones they loved, even in the face of adversity.
"Oh my, you must be Hikki's mother," I said.
"Hikki?" The kimono woman and Hikki's mom asked in unison.
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Our next plan was to go to a family restaurant and introduce ourselves in a relaxing manner. As we made our way to the family restaurant, I couldn't help but notice the unexpected sight of Hikki holding hands with the kimono-clad woman. The blush on her face spoke volumes, hinting at a connection between them that transcended the surface level. It was a gesture that seemed to defy explanation, yet I chose to respect their privacy, refraining from prying into their personal affairs. A forbidden love affair?
Upon reaching the booth, Hikki released the woman's hand, the momentary intimacy giving way to a more reserved demeanor. I observed as Hikki's mother took her place beside him, her presence a comforting anchor amidst the uncertainty of the situation. The kimono-clad woman settled herself on the other side of Hikki, her posture poised yet tinged with a sense of vulnerability.
As we settled into our seats, I took my place across the table, offering a polite smile as I sought to break the ice in this unconventional gathering. Despite the tension lingering in the air, I remained determined to approach the situation with an open mind, eager to foster a sense of camaraderie among them.
With a subtle nod of acknowledgment, I signaled my readiness to engage in conversation, my gaze shifting between the diverse array of individuals seated before me. In that moment, I couldn't help but marvel at the unique bond that united them – a bond forged not by blood, but by shared experiences and the complexities of human connection.
As they embarked on this journey of discovery, I couldn't shake the feeling that our encounter was destined to leave an indelible mark on each of our lives, forever intertwining our fates in unexpected ways.
"Allow me to introduce myself. I am Hikigaya Jeanne, Hachiman's mother," greeted the woman in the gray suit.
"And I am Yukinoshita Eimi. My youngest daughter, Yukino, is currently engaged in a romantic relationship with your son, Hachiman," added Yukinoshita-san.
"Yukinoshita, as in...?" A flicker of shock crosses Hikki's mother's face. "Romantic, as in...my son, Hachiman, has a girlfriend? Forgive me, but I must confess, this comes as a surprise."
"I am Yuigahama Hitomi. My daughter, Yui, is a close friend of both Yukinon and Hikki. She often speaks of the fondly at home," I introduced myself.
I notice Hikki's strained smile. I knew why he felt uncomfortable. It was understandable. I can't blame him for it.
"Ara ara, it is often easier to navigate the pangs of heartbreak at a young age. Healing tends to be swifter. Yui is surrounded by a supportive network of friends and family, and she will undoubtedly find solace in their presence," I remarked.
"Hachiman," Hikki's mom turn to her son, her voice laced with a hint of formality, "would you be so kind as to elaborate on this situation?"
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Just as Hikki finished confessing his 'love triangle' woes, a voice chimed in. I observed the scene unfolding with a mix of amusement and curiosity, my attention drawn to the playful banter initiated by the mischievous waitress. As the young woman addressed Hikki with a teasing glint in her eye, a lighthearted smile played on her lips.
"Oh, Hikigaya-kun! Fancy seeing you here," the waitress began, her tone playful as she cast a quick glance in our direction. I couldn't help but notice the subtle shift in Hikki's demeanor, his cheeks flushing a light pink in anticipation of the impending teasing.
The waitress, a natural comedian, left the sentence hanging, her eyes flitting between the trio of mothers with increasingly curious expressions. I, along with Hikki's mother and Yukinon's mother, exchanged glances, a silent acknowledgment of the unexpected turn the conversation was taking.
"Distinguished?" Hikki muttered, his voice carrying a hint of self-awareness. I couldn't help but smile at his response, recognizing that he was well aware of the direction the conversation was headed.
Undeterred by Hikki's modesty, the waitress winked and continued with her playful banter. "Well, multiple lovely ladies can't be wrong, can they?" she quipped, her words punctuated by a barely concealed giggle directed toward Hikki.
However, before the waitress could delve further into her teasing, a chorus of "Explain, Hachiman!" erupted from his mothers, drowning out the playful banter. I joined in the collective curiosity, eager to hear Hikki's explanation for the seemingly unconventional gathering.
As Hikki launched into his explanation, I couldn't see the waitress's exaggerated hand gestures from behind. Instead, I relied on the tone of Hikki's voice and the expressions on the faces of the other mothers to piece together the comedic act unfolding behind me.
Amidst the laughter and banter, I found myself enjoying the unexpected camaraderie that was blossoming between them. The waitress's antics added a touch of levity to the moment, transforming a potentially awkward situation into one filled with shared smiles and understanding.
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We decided to keep shopping, aiming for formal dresses for Yukinoshita-san and me, a business suit for Yukinoshita-san and myself, and casual wear for Yukinoshita-san and Hikigaya-san, with Hikki serving as our fashion critic.
"I don't understand dresses. What is the difference between cocktail dresses and evening gowns?"
I pondered aloud as I tried on a few options. However, they were either too tight around my waist or chest area. In the cozy confines of the dressing room. As I gingerly slipped into the Embellished Strapless Cowl Neck Mini Dress, she couldn't help but admire its intricate details. The fabric, a luxurious blend of satin and chiffon, cascaded down in gentle folds, exuding an air of understated elegance. Embellishments adorned the strapless bodice, glimmering softly under the warm glow of the dressing room lights, adding a touch of sparkle to the ensemble. The cowl neck draped gracefully across her shoulders, creating a subtle yet alluring neckline that drew the eye without being overtly revealing. Despite its mini length, the dress exuded sophistication, striking the perfect balance between youthful charm and refined style. I found myself struggling with the intricacies of the dress. I couldn't help but marvel at its intricate design, the fabric draping elegantly over my frame. However, my enthusiasm quickly waned as I realized the challenges that lay ahead.
Opting to forgo a bra, I pressed my chest slightly to squeeze into the dress, hoping to achieve a seamless silhouette. Yet, as I attempted to zip up the dress, I found myself thwarted by the stubborn zipper, its metallic teeth refusing to budge.
Frustration mounting, I let out a sigh of exasperation, my gaze falling upon the curtain separating me from the outside world. With a hesitant glance, I peered through the gap, only to find Hikki standing just outside.
Summoning my courage, I called out to him, my voice tinged with a hint of embarrassment. "Hikki, could you... help me with the zipper?" I asked, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment at the prospect of needing assistance.
Without hesitation, Hikki stepped forward, his presence offering a reassuring sense of support. As he reached for the zipper, I held my breath, hoping that this would be the solution to my wardrobe dilemma.
Yet, as Hikki attempted to zip up the dress, disaster struck in the most unexpected of ways. With a sudden tug, the zipper caught on the fabric, causing the dress to be pulled down awkwardly and leaving me in a compromising position.
A blush spread across my cheeks as I realized the gravity of the situation, my embarrassment palpable in the air. Despite my best efforts to maintain my composure, I couldn't help but feel a pang of mortification at the unfolding scene. I could only just cover my chest with my arm.
In that moment of vulnerability, she couldn't help but appreciate Hikki's unwavering support, his presence serving as a source of comfort amidst the chaos. As we navigated the awkwardness together, I couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps, in our shared embarrassment, a bond was forming.
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I emerged from the dressing room in a blush pink off-the-shoulder gown. Sequins adorned the bodice, catching the light in a mesmerizing display of shimmer and sparkle, while the daring side slit added a touch of allure, teasing glimpses of my toned leg with each graceful step. The off-shoulder design accentuated my neckline, framing my features with an air of delicate sophistication. The gown hugged my curves in all the right places, sculpting my silhouette with effortless grace and elegance. I still have this, at my age.
Beside Hikki, his mother stood as a vision of timeless elegance in her navy blue satin gown. The rich fabric flowed like liquid silk, cascading in gentle waves that whispered of luxury and sophistication. Each movement she made seemed choreographed, the dress swaying in perfect harmony with her graceful steps, a testament to her innate sense of poise and grace.
The deep hue of the gown enveloped her figure in a cloak of regal refinement, casting a mesmerizing aura that commanded attention without needing to demand it. It was a color that spoke of depth and mystery, hinting at the depths of her character and the layers of wisdom that lay beneath her serene exterior.
As she stood tall beside her son, her presence seemed to elevate the entire room, her quiet confidence radiating an aura of quiet strength and dignity. The subtle sheen of the satin caught the light, casting a soft glow that accentuated her features with a luminous warmth, like moonlight dancing on still waters.
With each glance, it was impossible not to be captivated by her understated yet undeniable allure. She was a portrait of timeless beauty, a beacon of elegance in a sea of transient trends. And as she graced the room with her presence, she left an indelible impression on all who beheld her, a living embodiment of grace and refinement.
Beside me, Yukinoshita-san's presence was as commanding as it was understated, a study in refined simplicity amidst the opulence of the dress shop. Her black off-the-shoulder mermaid gown whispered of quiet confidence, its sleek lines and figure-hugging silhouette emphasizing her slender frame with effortless elegance. The fabric seemed to mold to her curves, creating an illusion of ethereal grace that captivated all who beheld her.
Despite its minimalist design, the dress exuded a sense of quiet allure that was impossible to ignore. The off-shoulder neckline added a touch of drama to the ensemble, drawing the eye to the graceful curve of her collarbone with subtle sophistication. It was a detail that spoke volumes without uttering a word, hinting at the depth of her character and the layers of complexity hidden beneath her serene exterior.
As she moved, the mermaid skirt swirled around her feet in a hypnotic dance, each movement a testament to her poise and grace. The fabric seemed to catch the light, casting shimmering shadows that danced across the floor like moonbeams on a tranquil sea. It was a sight to behold, a symphony of movement and light that left onlookers mesmerized by her timeless glamour.
In a room filled with extravagant gowns and ornate designs, Yukinoshita-san's understated elegance shone like a beacon of purity amidst the chaos. She was a vision of serenity in a world of excess, a reminder that true beauty lies not in the grandeur of one's attire, but in the quiet confidence of one's demeanor. And as she stood amidst the splendor of the dress shop, she left an indelible impression on all who beheld her, a living embodiment of grace and refinement.
"Wow! Yukinon's mom is so pretty. I almost forgot I'm a girl too."
Together, the trio stood as a vision of timeless beauty and refined style, each woman exuding her own unique charm and grace. Yukinoshita-san and I exchanged a knowing glance, a shared anticipation lingering between us as we turned our gaze toward Hikki. There was a subtle yet undeniable expectation in the air, a silent plea for validation and recognition of our efforts.
With bated breaths, we waited for Hikki's response, our hearts fluttering with a mixture of hope and uncertainty. We had put our trust in his discerning eye, eager to hear his words of praise and approval.
Yet as the moments stretched on, the silence hung heavy in the air, punctuated only by the soft rustle of fabric and the gentle hum of conversation from the bustling dress shop. Our anticipation turned to apprehension, uncertainty gnawing at the edges of our confidence.
Finally, Hikki's gaze met ours, his expression thoughtful as he took in our appearance. For a moment, the tension seemed to stretch to its breaking point, until at last, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.
"You both look... stunning," he said, his voice quiet but sincere. "Truly, you both look absolutely stunning."
A wave of relief washed over us, my heart soaring with gratitude at his words. It wasn't just the praise we had been waiting for; it was the validation of our worth and the acknowledgment of our beauty. As we basked in the warmth of Hikki's approval.
The air crackled with unspoken amusement. Even Hikki, with his trademark stoicism, couldn't resist the allure of these beautiful women adorned in our finery. It was a scene fit for a fashion magazine, and Hikki, the reluctant critic, had unwittingly become part of the captivating backdrop.
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Next on our agenda was finding a suit for me. As I stepped into the charming tailor shop alongside Yukinoshita-san, Hikki, and his mother, the air was thick with the scent of freshly steamed fabric and the rhythmic whirring of sewing machines. My heart fluttered with a mix of excitement and apprehension, knowing that I was about to embark on a new sartorial journey. This will be a great experience as I'll be using it for Yui's graduation ceremony.
I stood before the mirror, feeling a surge of anticipation coursing through me as I gazed at my reflection. The modern pantsuit enveloped me in a hue reminiscent of a deep summer sky, its rich color infusing me with a sense of confidence and empowerment. The fabric felt luxurious against my skin, a testament to the skilled craftsmanship of the tailor who stood beside me.
His hands moved with precision, tracing the contours of my body as he made meticulous adjustments to ensure the perfect fit. With each mark he made, I felt a sense of reassurance wash over me, knowing that he was dedicated to crafting a suit that would not only flatter my figure but also withstand the demands of the occasion.
As the tailor addressed the challenge posed by my curves, I couldn't help but admire his confidence and expertise. His knowing smile spoke volumes, a silent assurance that he was more than capable of overcoming any obstacle in his path. It was a comforting thought, knowing that I was in the hands of someone who was truly passionate about his job.
With each passing moment, I felt a growing sense of excitement building within me. This suit wasn't just an outfit; it was a symbol of my readiness to embrace new challenges and opportunities. It represented a step forward in my journey, a tangible expression of my determination to succeed.
Surrounded by the scent of freshly steamed fabric and the rhythmic whirring of sewing machines. I couldn't help but steal a glance at Yukinoshita-san as the tailor worked his magic on her ensemble. Even amidst the hustle and bustle of the tailor shop, she exuded an aura of quiet elegance that seemed to envelop her like a cloak. Her presence commanded attention, drawing admiring glances from those around her, myself included.
The tailored masterpiece she wore seemed to fit her like it was made specifically for her, and perhaps it was. The grey pencil skirt hugged her slender frame with such precision that it seemed to become an extension of her own skin, accentuating her curves in all the right places. The crisp white blouse and blazer added a touch of sophistication to the ensemble, completing the look with effortless grace.
As the older owner, a man whose years of experience were evident in his confident movements made subtle adjustments to her garment, I couldn't help but be struck by the attention to detail. Every seam, every stitch, seemed to be placed with purpose, aimed at accentuating Yukinoshita-san's graceful figure without resorting to unnecessary embellishment.
Watching her, I couldn't help but feel a sense of admiration growing within me. I had always known that Yukinoshita-san came from a wealthy and prestigious family, but seeing her now, I realized that there was more to her than just her status. She carried herself with a quiet confidence and poise that was truly admirable, and it was evident that she had earned the respect and admiration of those around her through her own merits.
At that moment, as I watched her effortlessly command the room with her presence, I couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship with her. Despite our differences in background and upbringing, we were both women striving to navigate the complexities of life with grace and dignity. And as I admired Yukinoshita-san from afar, I couldn't help but feel a newfound sense of respect and admiration for her.
Hikigaya-san stood beside Hikki, a silent observer. His usual stoic facade was cracking ever so slightly, a hint of admiration flickering in his eyes as he took in the scene before him.
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Next, we embarked on a shopping trip to find the perfect loungewear outfits to relax in at our home. We perused the racks, searching for cozy yet stylish pieces to add to our wardrobes.
As I scanned the racks of loungewear, my eyes lit up at the sight of a soft, pastel-colored oversized sweater. With playful prints of puppies and hearts adorning the fabric, it was as if the sweater had been tailor-made just for me.
Slipping it over my head, the fabric enveloped me in a cocoon of warmth and comfort, instantly melting away any lingering tension from the day. The sweater hung loosely on my frame, draping me in a cozy embrace that seemed to promise lazy days and relaxation ahead.
Pairing it with snug leggings that hugged my curves just right and slipping on fluffy socks that cushioned my steps with every movement, I couldn't help but feel a surge of delight at the sheer comfort and charm of my chosen ensemble.
With a contented sigh, I turned to admire myself in the mirror, the playful prints on the sweater adding a touch of whimsy to my appearance. It was the perfect outfit for lounging around the house, exuding a casual yet effortlessly chic vibe that suited me perfectly.
Meanwhile, amidst the hustle and bustle of the store, Hikigaya-san found herself irresistibly drawn to a display showcasing classic and elegant loungewear sets. Her fingers brushed against the soft silk of a luxurious robe, adorned with delicate lace trimmings that added a touch of sophistication to the ensemble.
As she slipped into the robe, a sense of tranquility washed over her, enveloping her in a cocoon of opulent comfort. The smooth fabric cascaded over her skin like a gentle caress, easing away the tension of the long hours spent at work. The lace trimmings danced along the edges, adding a subtle hint of allure to the garment, a reminder of the indulgence she deserved.
Pairing it with a matching camisole, the silk draped elegantly over her curves, offering a sense of unrestricted movement and effortless style. The lounge pants completed the ensemble, their flowing silhouette promising comfort and relaxation.
With each piece, she felt a sense of indulgence wash over her, a welcome respite from the demands of her hectic work schedule. The silk robe whispered promises of rest and rejuvenation, while the delicate lace added a touch of romance to her evening routine.
As Hikigaya-san admired herself in the mirror, the classic elegance of the loungewear set reflected back at her, evoking a sense of timeless sophistication. It was a choice that spoke of self-care and pampering, a reminder to prioritize her well-being amidst the chaos of her busy life. At that moment, surrounded by the soft glow of the store lights and the gentle hum of conversation, she allowed herself to embrace the simple pleasure of relaxation, finding solace in the luxurious comfort of her chosen ensemble.
Yukinoshita-san approached the loungewear section with an air of refined curiosity, her elegant demeanor evident in every graceful movement. While she was more accustomed to the world of formal attire and structured elegance, she approached the realm of casual wear with a sense of intrigue and a desire to explore.
Her slender fingers delicately grazed over the soft fabrics, her discerning eye searching for the perfect combination of comfort and style. Despite her unfamiliarity with casual wear, there was an inherent elegance in her choices, a subtle nod to her refined taste and impeccable sense of style.
Her gaze settled upon a chic and understated ensemble—a relaxed-fit cashmere sweater in a timeless neutral tone. As she slipped it on, the luxurious fabric enveloped her in a gentle embrace, offering a sense of warmth and coziness that felt like a soothing balm to her senses.
Though she was more accustomed to structured silhouettes and tailored lines, the sweater draped elegantly over her frame, its relaxed silhouette exuding effortless charm and sophistication. The neutral hue complemented her complexion perfectly, adding a touch of understated elegance to her appearance.
Pairing it with loose-fitting trousers that allowed for unrestricted movement. While she may not have been as familiar with the world of casual wear, the trousers flowed gracefully with each step, promising comfort without sacrificing style.
Completing the look with sleek slide sandals, she added a subtle touch of refinement to the ensemble. The minimalist design of the sandals echoed the chic simplicity of her outfit, tying the look together with effortless ease.
She glanced at herself in the mirror. Despite her initial uncertainty, she had managed to navigate the world of casual wear with poise and grace, infusing her outfit with her own signature touch of elegance. It was a testament to her ability to adapt and thrive in any situation, reaffirming her status as a true icon of refinement and style.
As we tried on our chosen outfits, Hikki couldn't help but admire our selections. "You all look fantastic," he complimented them, a genuine smile gracing his lips as he appreciated our newfound sense of comfort and style.
As I received praise from Hikki for my chosen outfit, she couldn't help but feel a warm glow of validation spreading through her. His words of admiration were like a balm to her insecurities, affirming her sense of style and the effort she had put into selecting her ensemble.
Feeling appreciated and recognized for her appearance brought a sense of pride to my heart. It was a moment of validation, a confirmation that her choices had been well-received and that her efforts had paid off. Hikki's genuine smile only added to the sincerity of his compliment, making me feel truly seen and valued.
At that moment, I couldn't help but feel a surge of confidence wash over me. His praise served as a reminder that her sense of style was worthy of recognition, instilling me with a newfound sense of self-assurance and pride in my appearance. It was a simple gesture, but one that held immense significance to me, reaffirming my belief in myself and my ability to express myself through fashion.
Satisfied with our purchases, the three of us made our way to the checkout counter, excited to bring our new loungewear outfits home.
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We parted ways, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I was missing something. A few days later...
I found myself standing in my kitchen, unpacking groceries from the shopping trip she had taken with her daughter, Yui, and their dear friend Yukinon. It had been a pleasant day, filled with laughter and shared memories. However, as I went through the items, I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss.
"Yui's underwear! I forgot I went shopping for her underwear last time. Where did I place the bag?" I asked myself, feeling a pang of concern.
"... And that's how my mother met you guys' mothers," Hikigaya-kun.
As the girls sat in the Service Club, Hikigaya-kun recounted the details of his shopping trip, emphasizing the moment when he had to interact with and part ways with our mothers. However, despite his earnest retelling, none of the us, girls seemed convinced. I regarded him with my usual analytical gaze, while Yuigahama-san fidgeted nervously.
"I'm telling the truth," Hikigaya-kun insisted, frustration evident in his voice. "I wouldn't make something like this up."
Yuigahama-san bit her lip, exchanging a hesitant glance with me. "But Hikki, it's just too strange. Are you sure you're not mistaken?"
Before Hikigaya-kun could respond, he suddenly rummaged through his school bag and pulled out a small, pink shopping bag. He held it out to Yuigahama-san with a triumphant grin.
"Here, see for yourself," he said, his voice tinged with a hint of satisfaction.
Yuigahama's eyes widened in surprise as she took the bag from him, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of red. "H-Hikki, what's this?"
I watched the exchange with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. I had never seen Yuigahama-san react this way before, and it intrigued me.
"It's the missing bag from your mother's errand," Hikigaya-kun explained. "I accidentally took it with me when we parted ways."
As I observed the scene unfolding before me, I noticed Yuigahama-san's embarrassment growing more palpable by the second. Hikigaya-kun's revelation had clearly caught her off guard, and I couldn't help but wonder what could be inside the pink shopping bag he had produced.
Yuigahama-san hesitantly took the bag from Hikigaya-kun, her cheeks flushing an even deeper shade of red. With trembling hands, she slowly opened it, and my curiosity piqued as I strained to catch a glimpse of its contents.
A whispered gasp escaped Yuigahama-san's lips, barely audible to anyone but me. I couldn't quite make out what Yuigahama-san was saying, but the expression on her friend's face spoke volumes. Whatever was inside the bag seemed to have elicited a strong reaction from her.
My mind raced with possibilities, and my initial assumption was that the contents were likely personal belongings of Yuigahama-san's. But as I observed Yuigahama-san's embarrassed reaction, a thought crossed my mind—a thought that made my own cheeks flush with heat.
Could it be...?
The notion seemed absurd at first, but I couldn't shake the feeling that I had stumbled upon something far more intimate than I had anticipated. I discreetly averted my gaze, feeling a twinge of embarrassment at the possibility of intruding on her friend's privacy.
With the tension in the room gradually easing, I pushed aside my lingering curiosity, opting to respect Yuigahama's privacy and trust in her friend's judgment. I was not convinced that Hikigaya-kun was telling the full truth.
As the atmosphere in the room lightened with laughter and relief, I couldn't shake the image of Yuigahama-san's flushed face from my mind. It was a moment I knew I would remember, a testament to the bonds of friendship that bound them together, even in the most unexpected of situations.
"Oh no," she mumbled, her face burning with embarrassment. "I can't believe I forgot about this. I believe you, Hikki."
Hikigaya-kun waved off her apology with a smirk. "No need to thank me. Just remember to double-check your bags next time."
With the tension finally diffused, the group shared a laugh, relieved that the misunderstanding had been resolved. And as I observed my friends' interactions, I couldn't help but feel a sense of warmth wash over me. In that moment, I realized just how much I valued our friendship—and how grateful I was to have them by my side.
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Returning home with a warm feeling from spending time with my friends, I didn't anticipate that the events of the day would lead to a significant turning point.
As I arrived home with my sister Haruno, we exchanged pleasantries at the entrance before making our way into the living room. Our refined mother, a woman of elegance and poise, greeted us with a warm smile. Yet, as our eyes fell upon her attire, a seductive lace combo of cami and shorts, both Haruno and I couldn't help but feel a sense of surprise. We had never seen our mother wearing such revealing clothing before.
The sight was a stark departure from the usual image of my mother—typically elegant and composed, radiating an aura of refinement and sophistication.
For a fleeting moment, I found myself captivated by the unexpected allure of my mother's attire. The delicate lace hugged her figure in all the right places, accentuating curves that I had never truly noticed before. There was a subtle hint of femininity and sensuality that seemed to linger in the air, a departure from the usual understated elegance that defined my mother's style.
My gaze lingered on my mother's form, taking in the graceful lines and subtle curves that seemed to defy the constraints of her usual attire. I couldn't help but marvel at the beauty that had been hidden beneath the surface all along—a beauty that was both captivating and unfamiliar in its revelation.
As I continued to observe my mother, I found myself drawn into a brief moment of introspection. I reflected on the years spent in my mother's presence, admiring the strength and resilience that I had always admired. Yet, at this moment, there was a vulnerability that peeked through the facade of composure—a vulnerability that only added to my mother's allure.
At that moment, I realized that my mother was more than just a figure of authority or a pillar of strength. She was a woman—a woman...
But before I could delve deeper into my musings, our serene moment was shattered by a trio of simultaneous, embarrassing screams.
The sound echoed through the house—a chorus of surprise and disbelief. Nee-san and I exchanged startled glances, our cheeks flushing with embarrassment as we realized the source of the commotion. Our mother, equally taken aback by our reactions, looked between her daughters with a mix of amusement and bemusement. As the initial shock wore off, I couldn't help but join in the laughter that filled the room, finding solace in the shared embarrassment that bonded us as a family.
At that moment, amidst the laughter and the warmth of our home, I realized that even the most composed of figures—like our mother—were not immune to moments of surprise and vulnerability. As we shared this unexpected moment together, I couldn't help but feel a newfound appreciation for the quirks and imperfections that made our family uniquely our own.
I guess I'll believe Hikigaya this time.
[1] Yes, I got the idea from Komi San Wa Komyushou Desu