"Come on, just try it on!" Yoko whined, holding up a bright blue bikini with a playful grin.

You crossed your arms, eyeing the pile of swimsuits she had already forced onto you. "Why do I get the feeling you’re enjoying this a little too much?"

Yoko gasped, hand flying dramatically to her chest. "Me? Enjoy seeing my super cute partner in hot swimwear? Perish the thought!" She wiggled her eyebrows. "Buuuut if you happen to look way gorgeous, that’s just a bonus."

You sighed, snatching the bikini from her hands. "Fine. But if it looks bad, I’m blaming you."

As soon as you disappeared into the dressing room, Yoko practically vibrated with excitement outside the door. "I bet you’re gonna look so good," she called, her voice dripping with anticipation.

When you finally stepped out, she froze.

Her face turned beet red. Eyes shamelessly raking you up and down. Lips parted like she forgot how to breathe.

"...Well?" you prompted, shifting under her intense stare.

Yoko started laughing, almost nervously, before whistling. Loudly. "Oh, babe. Ohhhh, babe... I think I’m in love."

You threw a towel at her face. "Shut up..." Her reaction almost seemed fake from her tone.

She just laughed, catching it like a love-struck fool. "No, seriously! You look so—" She made a little explosion motion with her hands. "—boom. Heart obliterated."

You rolled your eyes, but the warmth creeping up your face was definitely not from the dressing room lights. Before you could argue, she had already grabbed a bright orange bikini for herself and something similar for you.

"Come on, more. We can't only go to the beach one time during the whole summer. We'll pick out one swimsuit for going with our friends, and then another one day we can go alone in super sexy ones. To Okina, without any Inaba guys! Strut around the beach, sunbathe, we'll have at least fifteen hot dudes in our contacts by the end of the day."

You had the distinct feeling you weren’t getting out of this.