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Kyoka wasn’t really a girly-girl or one for fancy clothing, she didn’t entirely mind wearing dresses if the occasion really called for it but she was far more comfortable with her more tomboyish style. However…
“I honestly think this would look wonderful on you, Kyoka!” Momo exclaimed, pulling out a dark red shoulder dress with a ruffled black-and-white bottom.
Yes, Kyoka had somehow ended up agreeing to try out some of her classmate’s - Momo’s - many, many dresses.
Momo was quite the opposite of Kyoka in terms of style - preferring the more elegant types of clothing, and to no one’s surprise; dresses were a high point within that.
Kyoka nervously looked over at the piece that Momo was displaying, it wasn’t bad, not in the slightest, but the idea of Kyoka wearing it made her a bit embarrassed. Or was it the thought of wearing something belonging to Momo? She feels her heart squeeze a little at that thought.
“Uhm,” Kyoka laughed a bit while twirling the earphone jack hanging from her ears, “I-it’s honestly really cool looking, y-yeah!”
Momo’s eyes lit up as she walked over to her friend, holding out the dress to her, “I’d love to see how you look in it! Please?”
Kyoka jumped a bit as her friend walked toward her, she wasn’t sure why she was so on edge. They were both girls, were they not? Yet, even if that had not been the case, the giant walk-in closet which they were both in was equipped with a dressing-room for whatever reason. Kyoka figured it was just some rich-people thing.
She reached out her hands to accept the dress and looked at it for a bit, almost as if she didn’t know what it was or how to wear it. She looked back up at Momo and felt her cheeks heat up when she saw the anticipating beaming grin from Momo. It was as if Momo could light up a room bathed in the darkest void with just that smile.
Kyoka cleared her throat and got up from the incredibly comfortable chair she’d been seated on and nodded at Momo with a nervous smile before walking into the dressing-room. As she closed the curtains, she turned to look at herself in the mirror. Face flushed and hands shaking lightly on their odd grip on the dress. She took a deep breath in… and out… It’s fine, this is fine.
She slowly strips out of her much more casual clothes and examines the dress. It had a very well hidden zipper on the back of it, probably hidden so as to not take away from the general look of it or… somesuch. She carefully unzipped the back and began to put on the dress, intentionally ignoring her mirror reflection showing off her clumsy movement.
“Is everything okay in there?” called a mildly concerned Momo, indicating Kyoka may have been in there for a bit longer-than-acceptable time.
“Y-yeah! Sorry, it’s just. It’s a bit odd to put on. I can’t… I can’t reach the back…!” Kyoka felt her face heat once more, how hard could it really be? Apparently pretty hard. Her own elbows didn’t bend in a way that allowed her to reach the damned zipper.
“Oh! I can help you with that if you’d like!” replied Momo.
“Y-yeah, please do!” Kyoka froze, instantly regretting it. Why did she regret it? It wasn’t anything big. It’s just a zipper. Calm yourself.
Kyoka jumped a little when she heard the curtain shuffling and saw Momo in the reflection, standing right behind her.
“I had completely forgotten about the zipper, I’m so sorry!” she said with a shy smile on her face.
Somehow, looking at Momo through the mirror felt a lot easier than if she’d turned to face her.
“Haha, it’s okay, really,” Kyoka said, returning the smile, albeit a very awkward one.
“Alright, I’ll be careful now, I don’t want to accidentally hurt you here.” Suddenly Kyoka felt something warm against her spine, causing her to let out a small yelp.
Instantly, Momo retracted her hands, “Oh! I’m so sorry, are you okay?”
Kyoka chuckled at herself and nodded, “Y-yeah, sorry. Just got a bit surprised.”
After waiting for a nod from Kyoka to continue, Momo carefully located the zipper.
Kyoka was doing her best to look anywhere but into the mirror, she didn’t want to see her own flushed face. Especially from such a tame action. ‘You’re overreacting, Kyoka…’
‘Zzzzzip’
“There we go!” Momo beamed as she clapped her hands together, as if she’d just finished some difficult task. “All fixed!”
Kyoka slowly lifted her gaze to the mirror and she was a bit shocked. The dress looked really nice on her, pretty even. But nothing was as pretty as Momo’s beaming smile behind her.
'Maybe,' Kyoka thought, 'doing this isn't so bad, if I get to see her this happy...'