Kotoweek Day 5 - Fashion (attempt #1)
‘Umm, Kotori…’ ‘Yes, Umi-chan?’ ‘I know I say this every time, but isn’t this skirt a bit too short?’ Kotori took a step backwards to better admire her handiwork adorning the blue-haired girl, smiling in satisfaction. ‘It looks good to me.’
Eli spoke up, ‘I’d have to agree with Umi on this. They seem shorter than usual.’ ‘T-They certainly are short…’ Hanayo nervously concurred, not relishing the prospect of performing in the prepared clothing. There was a squeal of disbelief, ‘They barely cover half of Rin’s thighs, nya?’
‘What are you talking about? Idols need to have some sex appeal, after all.’ Nico’s words did not match her actions, quietly blushing in embarrassment from wearing the skimpy outfit. Maki similarly turned to bravado to cover her bashfulness. ‘I agree, but the skirt is wasted on Nico-chan, since her legs are already tiny like her.’ ‘What did you just say, you tomato fetishist?’ The incendiary pair glared at each other as the others sighed at the familiar routine.
Honoka was forlornly lying on the floor as she muttered to herself in despair. ‘I thought we were friends, Kotori-chan.’ ‘Honoka, it’s not Kotori’s fault you ate too much bread and it went straight to your calves.’ ‘You’re so mean, Umi-chan!’ Whilst Honoka wailed in anguish at being admonished, Umi simply shrugged her shoulders and turned to face the group’s designer instead. ‘Kotori, was this really necessary?’
Kotori regretfully placed her head in her hands. ‘I’m so sorry, everyone! I just really wanted everyone to see how cute you all are, so I tried my hardest…’ The room went silent except for the sound of quiet sobbing. Nozomi reproached Umi softly, ‘Aww, look what you’ve done, Umi-chan.’ Honoka agreed, ‘You’re awful, Umi-chan.’ Umi gaped in shock. ‘How is this is my fault?’
Honoka replied bitterly, ‘You were being terrible to your best friends, after all.’ 'Honoka, you did the same thing a few moments ago! Wait, you’re still mad about the calves thing?’ Nozomi gently placed her hand on Umi’s shoulder and offered her a motherly look. ‘Umi-chan, please. You did start this, you know.’
Umi sighed deeply, giving in to both the purple-haired girl and the inevitability of wearing such scant amounts of clothing. ‘I’m sorry, Kotori. The dresses are shamele-, I mean, cute as always. Let’s put on a good performance in them, okay?’ Kotori very quickly wiped away her crocodile tears as she joyfully stated, ‘Sure thing, Umi-chan!’ Umi gasped upon realizing the deception, and Kotori smiled at her smugly.
Kotori enjoyed the fact that she didn’t need to resort to the longer backup dresses she had also prepared. A bit of fan service certainly wouldn’t hurt μ’s popularity. However, she was mainly glad that she had succeeded in her true goal, and could now stare at Umi’s sumptuous legs as much as she wanted to. This would something to save in her mind forever. Or rather, be captured by the several photographers she had stationed at the front of the concert earlier, who also received detailed instructions about opportune moments in their choreography.
μ’s shared in what was a seemingly touching moment of reconciliation. Well, except for Umi, who instead held a deep sense of dread about what might happen next. Kotori was truly frightening sometimes.
