── :: 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄♡ ︵ .
▸徹. . . ❀︵︵ ↴
[Yuna Sugawara had earned the nickname of the 'ice princess,' known for her stoic demeanor. She never smiled, never showed anger or sadness, leaving people to assume she possessed no emotions. However, the tr...
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The last week leading up to the cultural festival was filled with a flurry of activity for Yuna. She juggled her clubs' practices and performances with helping the boys find suitable outfits for the crossdressing café.
The process proved to be quite straightforward, thanks to her father's ability to supply them with a collection of ready-made outfits from an event that had taken place several months prior.
Despite the relative ease of the task, there was a slight hiccup when it came to the taller members, as Yuna's father had to place special orders for outfits that suited their larger frames. This was a first for him, given that he had never worked with such tall models before.
The situation had escalated to the extent that Yuna's father wanted to hire none other than Tooru, Issei, and even Takahiro into the business. However, Tooru was the only one who expressed any enthusiasm about the prospect.
"Has your father ever approached you to model?" Tooru inquired as Yuna was busy taking additional measurements for her father.
She tilted her head back to meet his gaze, her reply carrying a hint of nonchalance. "Actually, I've modelled before," she admitted.
Tooru's excitement was evident as he bent down to her level and responded, "Really?" A broad grin spread across his face. "What kind of modelling did you do? When was it? And do you have any photos?"
A playful chuckle escaped Yuna's lips as she stood up, recalling the past event with a knowing smile. "One of the models couldn't make it last summer, and since I happened to be the same height as the missing model, they decided to use me instead," she said, thoughtfully contemplating the memory. "There are photos somewhere, but I don't have any on me. I think my father has them in his portfolio," she added, a hint of mild embarrassment tinged her voice.
She watched as Tooru's expression transformed into a cheeky grin and immediately felt a sense of unease. She knew exactly what he was about to ask—and she was well-prepared with her response. "No," she firmly interjected, shaking her head adamantly. "Absolutely not. You will not see it, and I'm not telling you what it was for."
Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she averted her gaze, the memory of the photoshoot still vividly etched in her mind. It wasn't anything close to a gravure shoot—far from it. First and foremost, her brother and father would never have permitted it, and secondly, Yuna would have likely run as far as possible if that had been the case.
It had been a straightforward photoshoot featuring cute summer dresses—comfortable as they were, Yuna still felt uneasy about being seen in them given that she never wore such outfits in her daily life. The dresses had been left hanging in her closet since the photoshoot, as they had been gifted to her and she was sure they would remain there, collecting dust.
Tooru teased her, a mischievous smile playing on his lips. "You may try to hide it, but I will employ my detective skills to track it down," he said with confidence. Yuna let out a huff in response, rolling her eyes in playful annoyance.
Hajime, who was lounging nearby and reading a sports magazine, chuckled as he chimed in, a hint of sarcasm lacing his voice. "Detective skills, huh...?" he retorted. "You have no sense of direction, struggle to find things, and if it's not related to volleyball, you'll instantly get bored."
As the banter between the two males continued, Yuna found herself struggling to control a fit of laughter. She tried her best to stifle her amusement, but hearing Hajime's words made it difficult to contain her laughter. She covered her trembling lips and gasped for breath, her chest heaving with suppressed giggles.
Over the course of their school year, Yuna had witnessed firsthand that the statements about Tooru were all too true. Despite being in their second year, Tooru continued to struggle with remembering the locations of various classes, and it was usually one of his teammates who found his misplaced gear. Whenever Hajime or Yuna attempted to engage him in conversation on topics unrelated to sports, he would either be found dozing off or shamelessly flirting with any girls in the vicinity.
Tooru defiantly pointed at them, a hint of childishness in his expression. He even retreated to a corner, pouting for a few minutes in a display of stubbornness. "Just wait and see," he declared, a glimmer of determination in his eyes. "When we return from the weekend, I will have found it!"
Hajime turned to Yuna, a smirk playing on his lips, and posed the question, "So, how much are you both betting?"
Yuna continued to struggle to keep her laughter contained, finding it increasingly difficult to maintain a straight face.
"Since I won't be placing any bets, how about this?" Yuna suggested with a mischievous gleam in her eyes. "Whoever wins between the two of you can choose any dish they want for lunch. Sound fair?"
Both Tooru and Hajime agreed simultaneously, creating a moment of synchronicity that caused Yuna to chuckle at their intense, competitive gazes fixed on each other. She couldn't help but feel excited to see who would emerge as the winner, as the friendly rivalry between them was always entertaining to observe.
While their friendly rivalry usually manifested itself during club activities, particularly when they were pitted against each other in practice matches, witnessing it outside of the court added an element of excitement. Tooru's declaration had piqued Yuna's interest, and she was quite keen to see if he would be able to follow through on it.
As the anticipation of the upcoming events washed over her, Yuna suddenly realized the underlying cause of it all. Her eyes widened, and the laughter that had filled the air moments before transformed into a sense of trepidation. A sigh escaped her lips as she placed her palm against her forehead, a mixture of disbelief and resignation on her face.
The two boys chuckled as they witnessed Yuna's late realization, their amusement apparent on their faces.
Yuna's momentary embarrassment quickly turned into irritation as she faced the laughing boys. "Oh shut up," she muttered, her annoyance evident in her tone.
