Your weekend plans were simple: do absolutely nothing. But Hanako had other ideas—as always.

"Couple cosplay!" she announced, tossing two bags on the couch.

You groaned. "Again?"

She ignored your protest, digging through the bag and pulling out her costume. Your eyes widened immediately. The top she held up had barely enough fabric to cover her sides.

"Oi," you muttered, eye twitching. "That’s what you're wearing?"

Hanako looked at you innocently. "Yeah. It’s screen accurate."

"Hanako, it's practically not there."

She grinned. "Jealous already?"

You crossed your arms, but didn’t answer. You knew better than to challenge her when she was this excited—but your jaw clenched anyway as she changed. She looked… stunning. But also very exposed.

When it came time to take pictures, you stood behind the camera stiffly, trying to keep calm. She posed with her usual confidence, but every time she turned slightly and her side was visible, you subtly moved in. By the third photo, you were standing close beside her, your arm conveniently blocking the most revealing angles.

"Tarou!" she snapped. "You're covering the costume!"

"Not on purpose," you lied. "You just keep walking into my arm."

She glared. "You're doing it on purpose because you're being weirdly possessive."

"I’m being normal," you argued. "You’re the one showing off your entire ribcage."

Despite her grumbling, you went through the photos together later. She paused on one where your arm happened to drape around her, half-shielding her chest as she smiled at the camera.

"...This one actually turned out pretty nice," she admitted begrudgingly.

You smirked. "Told you. You're lucky I was there."

She rolled her eyes but didn't argue. Instead, she leaned against your shoulder with a small huff. “You’re annoying.”

You chuckled, wrapping an arm around her. “Yeah. But you like me like this.”

She muttered something under her breath, but didn’t move away. Neither did you.