𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 ❥︎ 𝐠𝐢𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐨𝐤𝐚

𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭

"Oooh, that's pretty," Mitsuri gushed as you tried on a dark blue dress.

"It's a bit too summery for now, don't you think? Can I even wear it to work?"

"Probably not," Mitsuri admitted sheepishly. "But something tells me you should get it anyway,"

You did a quick spin, watching how the dress flowed around your figure.

It was gorgeous. You couldn't lie. And who knows, perhaps a chance to appreciate it would come in the near future.

You placed it in a the basket, that was already full of clothes to fuel the winter season.

"Okay, so I fear my bank account might explode soon."

"Oh, don't worry about that Y/n it's on us," Shinobu waved a dismissing hand in your direction.

Your jaw almost dropped.

"Oh, that's too much. I can't let you do that,"

Mitsuri leant forward to whisper something in your ear.

"Between us, Tengen may or may not have given us the company credit card,"

Ah.

Now that explained a lot.

You kept quiet after that, embracing the opportunity to grab as much as possible.

"What do you think of these," You held up two knitted turtleneck sweaters.

Mitsuri almost squealed. "They look gorgeous, I wonder if they have them in a pink," she head straight for the rack, scrambling through the hangers.

You turned to Shinobu, who grabbed the sweaters from your hand and placed them in what used to be a small basket and was now a massive trolley.

"Okay, so I think we're pretty set," you said, staring at the mountain of clothes and shoes and jewellery.

"Let's go pay!" Mitsuri guided the trolley to the cash register, where the cashier's eyes visibly grew in size.

"Will that be all?" she half smiled.

"I think so! Unless Shinobu, did you want to get anything,"

"No, no, don't worry about me. I'm quite alright for now,"

You fiddled with the ends of your hair as you watched the cashier scan each item one by one.

"Your total is 23567.60,"

Oh.

Now that was a lot of money.

A lot more than you were used to.

You awkwardly eyed the credit card that Mitsuri tapped so casually against the card reader before watching the receipt emerge and the cashier handing you multiple bags.

You all grabbed at least three, letting them hang off your wrist before following Mitsuri out of the store.

"I say we get something to eat now," she suggested.

"I could really go for sushi," you stated.

"I second that," Mitsuri affirmed.

"And I third that," Shinobu added.

The three of you stayed glued to eachothers side as you made your way down to a massive food court, lined with pizzerias, gourmet burger restaurants, and a million other things.

Mitsuri guided you to a place that she claimed to go all the time, and her statement was confirmed when the chefs welcomed her with open arms.

"This my new friend Y/n! She just moved here recently,"