Men also want to wear cute hair clips

　　After coming out of the toilet, Fumino looked refreshed and smiled enthusiastically at the two people sitting on the chairs.

　　"Sorry for the long wait – A new Miss Furuhashi has been born!

　　"Ahaha, it feels like I've lost two or three kilograms for no reason!"

　　Rizu looked down at her chest, put her hand under it to weigh it a few times, then frowned.

　　"My sides are only about a kilogram… Fumino, are the breast pads you are using very heavy?"

　 The corners of Fumino's mouth twitched, and she almost couldn't hold back her smile.

　　(Ricchan! Please don't say anything else! It's just a metaphor, an exaggerated metaphor!)

　　(What is the concept of one kilo chest?! Cantaloupe? It was really hard for you to run with those two melons, Ricchan!)

　　(Damn, why is this world so unfair...)

　　Fumino's heart was stained with blood and tears.

　　However, for the sake of the pathetic dignity she had left, she still had to pretend not to hear and return to her seat with a smile.

　　Shinichi looked at her chest, which had become smooth again, and complained in a low voice.

　　"Obviously it just returned to its original appearance..."

　　Veins appeared on her forehead, and Fumino smiled at him, but there was no smile in her eyes.

　　"Hah? Did you say something?"

　　"...There isn't anything."

　　That was the end of the breast pad incident. No one mentioned the multiple breast pads sleeping in the bag.

　　After drinking coffee and looking at the cat, the three of them left the cafe.

　　It was around 1:30 p.m., so Fumino suggested going to the nearest grocery store which had cute and lovely decorations.

　　Even though the atmosphere there didn't really suit Shinichi, and most of the shop assistants and customers were women, he didn't care, he just accompanied them into the shop and walked around to look around.

　　The air conditioner was blowing hard, and the air inside the store had a faint citrus scent.

　　The girls looked at the dazzling accessories on the front shelf, while Shinichi carefully chose the hair accessories stand in front of him.

　　His expression was even more focused compared to the girls. His eyes glanced over all kinds of cute or dazzling hairpins one by one, thinking about which one looked better to wear.

　　The girls took a few steps forward, only to realize that Shinichi was not following, but looking at the hairpin there, looking at each other in disbelief.

　　Then each took a hairpin, one left and one right, and stuck them to his temples.

　　After all, it's a commodity, so it's impolite to cut it directly, but it's okay to hint.

　　Incidentally there is a mirror in front of him, showing Fumino and Rizu pairing hairpins for Shinichi.

　　Shinichi saw himself in the mirror, his eyes immediately turned into fish eyes.

　　"What are you two doing?"

　　"Book-shaped pins are more suitable for Asada-san, right?" Fumino nodded.

　　"No, a glasses-shaped hairpin is more suitable. Shinichi-san should wear glasses."

　　Rizu worked very hard to lift her toes, because there was a certain distance between her and Shinichi's height, so when she put on the hairpin, including her elastic and very soft breasts, it also pressed against it.

　　"Wouldn't it be too nerdy to wear glasses?"

　　"Isn't it strange that there are books there? Seems like very few people wear book-shaped hairpins."

　　"Aren't the glasses too… Ah, why don't you wear a bow tie like Ricchan?"

　　Obviously, the two of them completely ignored his refusing attitude and they discussed and competed with each other.

　　"I'm not wearing a book, glasses, bow or anything!"

　　Shinichi immediately pushed their hands away, brushed his hair, and said angrily.

　　"What happened suddenly, do I look like someone wearing a hairpin?"

　　The two looked at each other, then turned their heads and carefully looked at the outline of Shinichi's face, the eyes of the two suddenly became brighter and brighter, with interest and curiosity flashing in them.

　　Shinichi took a step back.

　　"Hey, Asada-san, I remember you saying something."

　　Fumino showed a friendly smile.

　　"'If you don't try it, how will you know if you can do it'... Likewise, if you don't wear it, how will you know if it's right for you?"

　　Rizu accepted those words, and looked at him excitedly.

　　"And if you look closely, Asada-san is actually not bad... Even though it looks nothing special, it's neither too rough nor too refined——

　　"But just because it seems like nothing, it could be everything!"

　　"Although I don't know much about this aspect, the most important thing in science is experimentation. Regarding the possibility of whether Asada-san is suitable for hairpins, I think it's necessary to obtain specific data through experimentation."

　　Rizu pushed up her glasses, and took out a headband and some hair clips from somewhere.

Fumino took out breast pads from her bag...

　　With a single swipe, the object in her hand suddenly turned into a portable cosmetic bag.

　　"Sorry, I took it wrong."

　　Fumino explained and took a step towards Shinichi.

　　"Come on, Asada-san~ Resistance is useless. Don't worry, I'll try my best to make you look super cute!"

　　Rizu on the other hand had grabbed Shinichi's arm, pinning it between her breasts.

　　"I'm very curious. As an educator, I hope Shinichi-san can satisfy my curiosity."

　　In this small shop, Shinichi had no choice but to retreat. The two girls beside him got closer. Fear of dressing like a woman crept into his heart.

　　"You two-!"

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　　In the end, Shinichi failed them both.

　　"I just want to help my little sister choose hairpins, and I don't want to wear them myself."

　　"I see, I thought Asada-san was interested in 'that world'..." Fumino put away her makeup bag with feigning regret.

　　Rizu apologized to Shinichi: "Sorry, Shinichi-san, for making you feel troubled..."

　　"Don't worry Rizu." Shinichi once again reached his hand to her head, glancing at Fumino with a very friendly smile.

　　"No matter what you do, you won't bother me... After all, you are much better than bad people."

　　"Huh, really? Is that so, Asada-san?"

　　Fumino stared without a smile.

　　Her head was gently rubbed by Shinichi's palm, and Rizu lowered her head, not looking at her expression.

　　"I'm much better than Fumino..."