As she left Mashiro Shiina's room, a wave of exhaustion rose from the depths of Utaha Kasumigaoka's heart.
It was the first time she'd realized helping someone get dressed could be so exhausting.
After pulling Mashiro's loungewear on, Utaha tried to get her to finish dressing herself.
"Mashiro, try pulling your clothes down yourself."
"Oh!" Mashiro answered brightly.
And then...
She crouched down. She crouched down...
"Utaha, my clothes didn't move!"
Utaha Kasumigaoka: ヾ(ゞ)
I told you to pull them down, not crouch down!
"Use your hands!"
"But my hands are still inside the clothes..." Mashiro Shiina, who was always right, Mashiro.
Utaha Kasumigaoka: -_----
Mashiro, were you just trying to pull your clothes down with your feet? Sorry, she hadn't understood what you meant by crouching...
"Mashiro, can't you take your hands out first?"
"If I take them out, I won't be able to put them in the sleeves." Mashiro Shiina, always thinking one step ahead, Mashiro.
Five minutes later.
"All right, all right, I'll help you get dressed. Just hold still, Mashiro..." Utaha Kasumigaoka was on the verge of a breakdown.
After all that effort, Utaha finally got Mashiro into her loungewear. She began to question her life choices—and whether that bastard Sougo really could change clothes in a flash. Surely he was lying. There was no way anyone could be that good at it!
"Utaha..." Just as Utaha was having her doubts, Mashiro suddenly spoke up. "These loungewear aren't cute enough. Let's pick out another set."
Utaha Kasumigaoka: Anger (ノ｀ー′)ノ~~┻━┻
You want me to go through that all over again? No way!
Wait!
Utaha had spotted the crucial detail. Mashiro had just said these loungewear weren't cute enough, hadn't she? #^_^
They were just loungewear, Mashiro. Who were you trying to look cute for? You really