#they would be best friends i fear… i need rhem to interact more so bad

[littencloud9]

yosano and (not out yet) tfem kunikida bonding maybe.. clothes shopping together even... yosano tries something on and upon seeing the way knkd looks, offers for her to try it on too bc they have similar builds. or something :3 (but obviously this is pretty specific so feel free to write only some bits or not use this prompt at all <3<3)

slava this is a banger prompt im giving you a big hug. hope this delivers kfjgkjf

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Yosano pulls out two skirts from the hangers, one a dark purple and one a light blue. She holds them both up in the mirror, squinting.

“Which one’s nicer?” she asks, turning to Kunikida, who has been dutifully sharing his opinions and giving wonderful fashion advice.

“I think purple matches your hair well,” he says. Yosano nods, putting back the blue skirt and strutting to the changing room.

She didn’t actually check the size before she grabbed it. The skirt ends up a few sizes too big for her, hanging loosely around her waist and almost reaching her ankles. With a frown, she holds the skirt up and opens the door of the changing room, where Kunikida is waiting.

“Oh, wow. That’s nice,” Kunikida compliments.

“Really?” she does a quick spin, and the hem of the skirt flares out with her movements.

Flowy clothes aren’t really her style, honestly. Yosano much prefers tighter or more secure clothing so that it doesn’t get in the way when she’s fighting. She’s about to voice that out when she pauses, taking note of Kunikida’s expression.

His eyes are fixed on her skirt, specifically the swish that follows every movement she makes. Maybe she’s wrong, but Yosano thinks there’s something in his eyes akin to… envy?

She doesn’t overthink it. Quick as a flash, Yosano changes out of the skirt and slams open the door, holding it up for Kunikida. “You should try it on.”

Kunikida blinks. “What?”

Ah, shit. She didn’t think this far. “Uh. I just think it’ll fit you way better than me. It’s the perfect length, see?” She holds it to his waist and the skirt falls right below his knees. “Plus, it’ll be fun!”

Kunikida hesitates. Yosano sees the way his eyes dart around the shop for a brief moment before he accepts, taking the skirt gingerly. He disappears into the changing room and Yosano leans against the wall, tapping her foot anxiously.

When the door creaks open, Kunikida’s face pokes out first. He looks a little shy, but there’s a giddy smile on his face. “It does fit perfectly.”

“Show me!” Yosano gasps. The door opens wider and she squeals when Kunikida steps out, showing the full thing. “That’s beautiful. It really suits you!”

Kunikida beams. “Thank you.”