"-And I was thinking that maybe we could go walk on the beach afterwards. I heard that the sunset is spectacular at this time of year."

"Mm-hm. Sounds great." Ibuki absentmindedly replied, tapping away at his phone.

Mamoru's eyes gleamed. "And you can wear that skirt Miwa and I bought you!"

"Yep. Sounds good to me."

"I am NOT wearing that." Ibuki crossed his arms, looking severely disgruntled and annoyed at the same time.

"You said you'd do it." Mamoru smirked.

"Any other skirt? Fine. But this?" He gestured to the cloth draped on the hanger. "No way. Nope. Absolutely not. And my guard was down!"

Mamoru stepped closer. "Put it on."

Ibuki took a step back. "There is no way I'm wearing that."

Mamoru stepped even closer, chanting, "Put it on, Ibuki-kyun."

And with every step Mamoru took, he slowly backed away until his back hit the wall. His eyes widened.

Ibuki swallowed.

"C-come on, Mamoru." He nervously said, breaking out into a cold sweat. "It's a skirt with Vangarou's face on it. That skirt cracked the mirror in the dressing room, remember?"

Mamoru simply smiled.

oh heavens ive been procrastinating beaming my thoughts directly here i am SO sorry so here have a small thing (ik thats not gonna make up for it but again Very SORRY!!) i am so rusty but its also uhhh 1:44 am rn so i should probably brush up on my ibuki-ing
-fanfjc anon