"So?” Juudai called with a flick of his wrist and a swish of the fabric around his thighs. “How’s it look?”
Yuusei smiled at him softly from his seat beside the mirror opposite the changing room door. “Good. The last one looked good, too.”
Juudai groaned. “But they’re so different! If you say that every time, how do I…” he trailed off as he turned to look pointedly at Yuusei, a grin spreading across his face.
“Y’know, Yuusei,” Juudai said with a glint in his eye, “it’s not just about looking good, it’s about feeling good. Right?”
“Well, then I guess it isn’t fair to ask you to pick if you don’t know how it feels. Right?”
“So,”—and here Juudai leaned over him, close enough for Yuusei to feel warm breath on his neck and the dress tickling Yuusei’s hand where it rested on his knee and when did Juudai close the space between them anyway?—“what I think is that you’d have an easier time deciding if you had some hands-on experience.”
“Yuusei. Pick up a skirt.”