How many other options did he have? Thinking it through, his Subaruboshi uniform was the feature that made him stand out. If he got rid of it, wore the proper Amanogawa uniform, he'd blend in better. The hair.... It wasn't anything complicated, he knew. Not a rigorous re-styling or anything like that. He could reverse it immediately, once he'd delivered the....
Oh, the cupcake. He'd forgotten that he'd have to do that. He could spend a Sunday with his mother; she'd been complaining of being bored recently, even though he'd suspected she was saying that because she'd given up on telling him not to spend all his time with Jirou and had moved onto other methods. He didn't appreciate the guilt-tripping; he'd never responded. But to do this, he was going to have to. It... was going to give her the wrong idea. It wasn't only the rewarding her manipulation; once he'd done it, he was just going to return to his old habit. He didn't want to....
And she'd start trying to guilt-trip him harder, he just knew it. And if he explained to her why he needed to bake something, she'd assume he had a girlfriend. And then start trying to guilt-trip him about that.
There was no helping it, was there? He'd known he'd have to sacrifice something, eventually. This was minor, even, in the grand scheme of things. It just— It didn't mean he wasn't dreading it. "Are you sure... this will work?"
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How many other options did he have? Thinking it through, his Subaruboshi uniform was the feature that made him stand out. If he got rid of it, wore the proper Amanogawa uniform, he'd blend in better. The hair.... It wasn't anything complicated, he knew. Not a rigorous re-styling or anything like that. He could reverse it immediately, once he'd delivered the....
Oh, the cupcake. He'd forgotten that he'd have to do that. He could spend a Sunday with his mother; she'd been complaining of being bored recently, even though he'd suspected she was saying that because she'd given up on telling him not to spend all his time with Jirou and had moved onto other methods. He didn't appreciate the guilt-tripping; he'd never responded. But to do this, he was going to have to. It... was going to give her the wrong idea. It wasn't only the rewarding her manipulation; once he'd done it, he was just going to return to his old habit. He didn't want to....
And she'd start trying to guilt-trip him harder, he just knew it. And if he explained to her why he needed to bake something, she'd assume he had a girlfriend. And then start trying to guilt-trip him about that.
There was no helping it, was there? He'd known he'd have to sacrifice something, eventually. This was minor, even, in the grand scheme of things. It just— It didn't mean he wasn't dreading it. "Are you sure... this will work?"