“Where are you going dressed like that? Got a date or something?”

Hirofumi lounged on the couch, phone in hand and some random magazine in the other as he watched you try to sneak out. It was pretty late, two hours left till midnight. He couldn’t help but get curious as to where you’d be going at this hour.

“It’s pretty late, y’know? Shouldn’t you dress a little more… I don’t know, less showy? It’s not safe. Maybe I should come with you?” He taunted—though if you only asked, he’d say yes.