Taking Measurements
I was in trouble.
It was about making a costume.
I had the materials ready, and the design was finished.
The only thing left was to take Ayane Shiraishi-san’s measurements and get all the necessary sizes.
“How do I even bring this up…? Would she think I’ve got ulterior motives?”
I was agonizing over it.
“Kurose?”
“Whoa!?”
I nearly fell out of my chair in surprise.
“What’s wrong?”
“Uh… nothing.”
“Hmm…”
“……”
“Hey…”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve got a favor to ask…”
“What is it?”
“Well… I want you to take my measurements.”
“… Huh?”
“No, I mean…”
“I can hear you! What are you talking about!?”
“Because I’m going to wear the waitress outfit… we’ve gotta measure properly, right!?”
“Ah, I see… you’re right about that. Got it.”
“Thanks!”
“Yeah, sure.”
Then, Shiraishi-san started undressing. I quickly turned my eyes away in a panic.
“Wha—!? Hold it! Why are you stripping!?”
“Because! You’re taking my measurements, aren’t you? You can’t get them accurate over a bra.”
“Still… don’t you have any sense of modesty?”
“Of course not! It’s just you, Kurose.”
“What if I were some kind of pervert!?”
“No worries! I trust you, Kurose!”
“Good grief… fine!”
I steeled myself and began.
But the sight of her bare back made me instinctively turn away again.
“Uh, could you… maybe at least wear your bra!?”
“Nope! It has to be exact!”
“… Alright… understood.”
I forced myself to turn back around.
“……”
“What’s wrong?”
“… Nothing.”
“Okay then.”
I struggled to keep a straight face while measuring.
But the whole time, I was fighting not to look at her skin.
By the time I finally finished, I was drenched in sweat.
“A-all done!”
“Thanks! That really helps!”
“It’s… not really something you need to thank me for.”
“No, really. Thanks a lot!”
“Well, if you say so.”
“Hey…”
“Yeah?”
“So… how was it? Did your heart race? Come on, did it?”
“Shut it. Be quiet.”
“Ahaha, I was just kidding~”
Shiraishi-san teased me playfully.
I ignored her and tried to get back to work, but something nagged at me, so I asked.
“Shiraishi-san, aren’t you embarrassed?”
“Huh? About what?”
“About baring your chest.”
“Not really! It’s not like I’m losing anything by being seen. Plus…”
“Plus?”
“I’ve got a pretty good figure, so I’m confident!”
“… I see.”
She declared it with total confidence.
I was left speechless.
“Well, whatever… better get this finished…”
And so, I set about making Shiraishi-san’s waitress outfit.
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