The Daily Life of Kujo Hiyori

Ever since Kujo confessed his feelings to Hiyori that day, Hiyori had come to a clear realization about one thing.

And that was that her Kujo-kun was quite a clumsy guy.

This boyfriend of hers, who was more mature and sensitive than everyone else around them, was also a fool who couldn't even face his own emotions head-on.

If one were to ask exactly where he was clumsy.

It was that he was clumsy in every single way.

He could perceive the rules of this school on the very first day, and he could handle people with completely different personalities and styles of conduct.

Kujo-kun understood the first-years very well, and he understood everything about this school just as well.

If one really had to describe it, it was as if Kujo-kun had traveled back to the past from a very, very distant future.

Many novels had similar concepts.

Hiyori could even imagine the development of such a plot to a certain extent.

But to her, what kind of person Kujo was didn't really matter.

Because, Hiyori only wanted her Kujo-kun to live every day more happily.

That was all.

One day after school.

Shopping Mall.

Hiyori brought her Kujo-kun along into a rather popular clothing store.

Here, she was going to pick out a few nice outfits for Kujo.

However, just buying them for him wouldn't work.

If she told Kujo directly that she was buying him clothes, he might refuse, or choose something cheap.

Kujo-kun was very handsome and had a great build, so he suited all kinds of clothes.

Every time they went on a date, she heard that he would deliberately go to a barbershop the day before, letting the stylist design a hairstyle to match his outfit.

But Hiyori knew that this wasn't Kujo-kun trying to dress up for the sake of vanity, but rather a habit of presenting himself in a way that befitted his status on important occasions.

That was the kind of choice a mature adult would make.

If she were to tell such a Kujo-kun directly that she wanted to wear matching couple outfits with him, it would probably just make him feel troubled.

So, before the date, Hiyori deliberately emphasized to Kujo-kun that this time was about accompanying her to buy clothes. As long as it was her request, Kujo-kun would agree without the slightest hesitation.

And just like that.

Kujo, unaware of Hiyori's little scheme, was led into one shop after another.

If one had to point out the difference between this place and the shopping mall in Kujo's memory, it was probably that there were no children's clothes or playgrounds here, as it was a consumer space designed specifically for young people by the school.

Although some boys might have a subconscious aversion to entering women's clothing stores, Kujo didn't think there was anything strange about it.

Even if he were buying sanitary pads, he didn't see what there was to be concerned about; who didn't have a girlfriend these days?

As for the matter of accompanying Hiyori shopping, Kujo had also mastered his own unique little technique.

Hiyori was different from other girls; if she didn't have something she wanted to buy, she generally wouldn't take the initiative to say she wanted to go to the mall.

However, since she had a goal, she still wanted to bring Kujo to the mall to shop.

Kujo felt that it was nothing more than Hiyori worrying that he might not like the styles she had her eye on.

Although Hiyori was a cute girl without a single flaw from any angle, and she would look good in any type of clothing.

Through spending time together, Kujo also knew that Hiyori was a model girlfriend who cared deeply about him.

Therefore, that special shopping technique was to actively show his own preferences.

If Hiyori wanted to buy new clothes, Kujo would recommend some exquisite accessories or cute charms from the display windows they passed by.

Kujo knew that girls' clothes were different from boys'; boys' clothes were divided into tops and pants, with a jacket at most.

Girls' clothes, on the other hand, were layered inside and out; some were like mille-feuille cakes where you could never imagine what kind of structure was paired underneath, and some, from the outside, you couldn't even tell if it was a piece of fabric that could be called clothing.

For a boy to judge things unrelated to his own life by his own standards would only expose his ignorance. While it might provide emotional value, it would inadvertently increase the sense of distance between him and his girlfriend.

A normal person would usually choose to follow behind and act as a tool for carrying bags, but Kujo simply couldn't ignore the way Hiyori looked at him with those eyes full of anticipation.

"Does Kujo-kun like this type of clothing?"

Similar conversations took place many times, and under Hiyori's guidance, Kujo walked through almost the entire shopping mall.

But after doing it so many times, Kujo also gradually understood the general idea behind Hiyori bringing him out, based on the clothes she picked out each time.

Hiyori wanted to buy him an outfit.

Kujo felt that Hiyori must think his taste in clothes was very old-fashioned.

Kujo was quite self-aware when it came to his own sense of style.

As a transmigrator from a foreign land who was mentally older, Kujo always made a conscious effort to adapt his outfits to the fashion styles of the local Japanese students.

However, his personal taste already limited his options significantly.

The more he thought about it, the more Kujo felt that the whole situation was exactly as he had guessed.

Naturally, the other party wouldn't say it outright, so she had used a roundabout way to invite him to go clothes shopping.

Kujo had only guessed half of it right.

Kujo would probably never understand that, in Hiyori's perception, Kujo was also the most handsome person in the world.

He looked good in absolutely anything he wore.

It was just that when the two of them walked outside, Hiyori sometimes had the illusion that she looked like a little sister tagging along beside her older brother.

If she could say it, she would prefer something that asserted her claim over him.

That was exactly what Hiyori was thinking.

Simple gestures like putting a bracelet she bought on her boyfriend's wrist were no longer enough to satisfy Hiyori, who was deeply in love.

"So-called couple outfits are just the same clothes in different colors, or perhaps just two identical pieces of clothing, right?"

Kujo's sudden remark made Hiyori's small hand, which was in the middle of putting a hanger back, freeze.

Clearly, after entering their tenth store, seeing Hiyori's attention fixed on a gender-neutral hoodie, Kujo had finally understood her true intentions.

Hiyori's thoughts were written all over her actions; even if Kujo were slow on the uptake, he should have understood by now.

Whenever Kujo thought something was suitable, Hiyori would ask if they had the right size and would even hold it up against herself in front of the mirror.

"Does Kujo-kun prefer clothes that are a bit more formal?"

Hearing this, Kujo's brow twitched.

This question was difficult to answer.

Because when one spoke of formal, people inevitably thought of uniforms like school attire, or perhaps shirts; such clothing took the differences between men and women into account, so the men's and women's versions had distinct differences.

She was avoiding the term "couple outfits" and instead shifting the topic to his personal preferences.

Kujo hesitated for a moment.

Did Hiyori not want to buy couple outfits, or did she truly think he had been dressing too old-fashioned lately, or perhaps too formally?

What Kujo was wearing was an outfit he had copied directly from the upperclassmen—loose-fitting with a touch of casual flair.

Looking at the puzzled Kujo, Hiyori chuckled and said to him:

"Alright~ I really do want to try doing the things that normal boyfriends and girlfriends do, Kujo-kun. Are you willing to wear the same clothes in different colors with Hiyori? Or would you rather accidentally 'clash' with Hiyori while we're out?"

Hiyori spoke slower and slower, specifically emphasizing the word "clash" at the end.

In this context, a fashion clash was undoubtedly a very awkward accident. If two strangers wore the exact same outfit in the same place, it would be incredibly embarrassing once they noticed each other's presence.

With things put this way, Kujo could only go along with Hiyori:

"Whatever Hiyori decides is fine."

Hearing this, Hiyori puffed out her cheeks and patted her small hand against Kujo's chest, saying:

"Kujo-kun, you choose. Hiyori wants to know, what does Kujo-kun want to see Hiyori wear?"

Kujo was stunned for a moment, then pointed to a white skirt and white shirt in the women's section nearby.

It was only after pointing that Kujo realized the problem.

Wasn't this just a uniform?

The type of clothing worn for so-called formal occasions.

Kujo rubbed his forehead, then, refusing to give up, he looked around and set his sights on a red evening gown.

Kujo felt that Hiyori would definitely look beautiful in it.

"Sigh."

Kujo sighed.

Following the boy's gaze, Hiyori also shifted her eyes to the side.

Kujo was looking at an exquisite gown.

But if she wore that, her back would get cold, wouldn't it?

And so, Hiyori tapped her small hand against Kujo, chiding him:

"As I thought, Kujo-kun finds the things I pick too childish, doesn't he?"