Yahaba + Kyoutani - Girls' first date.

[yahaba]

[Smoothing down her dress, Yahaba checks herself in the mirror one last time. She's got her hair up and for once it's not for volleyball. A single strand curls out of her loose bun. She tucks it behind her ear, hoping it comes off as alluring rather than like she missed it and didn't want to redo her hair again.

She's not even sure why she bought this dress, but it's proving useful today. It's blue, the light kind that makes her hair look less mousey and more golden. The scoop neck gives an impression of cleavage and the loose short sleeves hide some of the tone in her arms, it finishes above her knees, making her legs look longer. Her shoes match her dress, a silver buckle keeping them secure. She snorts at her reflection.]

Kyoutani won't care.

[Even said aloud she doesn't entirely believe it. She's still surprised that she managed to convince Kyoutani to go out on a date date in the first place, rather than their usual joined hobby of settling in for a movie that's more of a tactile experience than cinematic.

She checks her makeup one last time and pulls her handbag over her shoulder. It's black. Not blue. She supposes she can't have everything.

With a sigh and a shake of her head, she makes her way down to the entrance of the apartment complex to wait for Kyoutani so they can go to the restaurant. It's not a long walk but she's glad that her shoes are an easier pair to walk in.]

Comments

refined taste? Yahaba? pls

[kentarou]

[ "Next time?" She's surprised. She hadn't been anxious about this date exactly - whatever happened, however it turned out, she would have just rolled with it like she always did - but she had felt a little on edge. She'd assumed that at the end of the evening Yahaba would decide whether she wanted to do this again, or whether she'd relegate Kyoutani and their... relationship, to whatever the fight-and-kiss thing they'd been doing for the last few months was. She's not sure whether she would have been disappointed by that. It would have been easier, definitely, but maybe not what she most wanted.

In any case, Yahaba admitting that she wanted to do this again, with Kyoutani, has her feeling so warm that even if she might not be smiling, exactly, her entire expression softens a little.

She looks at Yahaba. ]

Yeah. Okay. I could do that.

[ The light changes, and they cross. Soon, Kyoutani think she catches sight of the restaurant's name-- ]

Hey. Is that it?

uh, yes?? she has refined taste?? like totally?? just... not in girls. she likes her girls rough.

[yahaba]

Yeah, that's the one. [Yahaba's hand feels warm in Kyoutani's still, and she tugs on it to she skip-walk the last of the distance and push into the restaurant. She's cute and she's bouncy. And she's not really flustered by Kyoutani at all.

She releases her hand, but reluctantly, and takes a half step backwards to find a hint of Kyoutani's body heat as a member of the waitstaff asks if Yahaba made a booking and seats them.

She sets her handbag down at her feet and tries to smile nicely. She feels pretty stupid for how happy she is about doing this, despite the awkward air hanging over their date.]