All the Heroines are my Ex-girlfriends

Chapter 58: Because We Are Friends, It's Normal to Take Off Clothes

Gotoh Hitori, who had been completely led by Yukima Azuma in every sense, had completely forgotten her initial resistance when invited to go out.

On the contrary, at this moment, she felt an unmatched sense of security when she was with Azuma.

The reason for this sense of security was perhaps something Bocchi didn't consciously realize, but Azuma understood it very well.

Due to her social anxiety, Bocchi was extremely afraid of bothering others and receiving disgusted looks.

She was always careful and cautious when doing anything, which made her feel pressured and distressed all the time.

But when she was in front of Yukima Azuma...

How should she put it?

Gotoh Hitori had almost exposed her lowest limits.

Azuma ignored the awkward behaviors caused by her social anxiety and continued to treat her normally.

Because of this, Bocchi unconsciously considered Yukima Azuma as a safe zone.

That feeling was akin to the mindset of letting go:

'After all, he already knows I'm a hopeless person like this, so pretending anymore doesn't make sense!'

Although Bocchi didn't consciously think this way, her body acted as though it did.

....

In Tokyo, in the Ginza district, on a busy street.

Facing the bustling crowd, Gotoh Hitori instinctively pressed herself against Yukima Azuma, almost wanting to bury her face in his back.

It was her first time truly strolling around, and Bocchi now saw Azuma as her only lifeline.

"Shall we pass by the fashion store first, then go eat Chinese food, Bocchi?"

"Uh, sure..."

Although she wasn't sure she heard everything, she immediately responded affirmatively.

Gotoh Hitori's mouth was faster than her brain.

Only after responding did she start to think about why they were going to the fashion store first.

'Does Azuma-kun want to buy clothes? Is that where this is going?'

In her mind, she pictured Yukima Azuma changing clothes, while she waited outside the fitting room.

When the curtain was pulled back...

She would compliment him.

Such a scene...

It seemed like something she had seen in youth films before.

Recalling the times she had been hurt by the youth dramas on TV.

Gotoh Hitori felt a little joy in her heart.

Perhaps when she looked back at that scene in the future, she wouldn't feel pain in her heart anymore.

'Alright, I must definitely compliment Azuma-kun enthusiastically.'

'Should I search online for some compliments to use?'

As Gotoh Hitori was thinking this,

Yukima Azuma had already pulled her into a women's fashion store, and before she could even process what was happening, she was pushed forward.

Immediately, a store employee appeared before them in the blink of an eye.

Aaaaaahhh!

Inside, Gotoh Hitori was screaming. She had never liked shopping, and one of the reasons was because of the store employees.

Just a glance,

Even for just a millisecond...

The other person would definitely appear right in front of her and start talking, a terrifying creature.

Bocchi completely couldn't handle it.

"Please help her become even cuter."

Yukima Azuma said.

Bocchi: A!?

"Yes, please wait a moment."

The saleswoman smiled brightly.

She loved customers like this.

Saying that kind of thing meant they probably didn't care about the price, and if they tried on something nice, they'd buy it right away.

Unlike high school girls,

Who tried on a bunch of clothes but didn't buy anything, and didn't even bother to hang the clothes back where they were.

*Saleswoman feeling resentful +1.*

"Wait... wait a minute... Azuma-kun! I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I... oyster... crab... fish!"

Bocchi clung to Yukima Azuma's arm, softly calling out with a pleading voice, gradually turning into strange words.

At this point, she no longer cared about the distance between her and Azuma.

It could only be said that, compared to the saleswoman and the new clothes, Azuma was much easier to accept.

Her head was almost shaking nonstop like a wind chime.

However, her objections were very faint.

Even if Yukima Azuma heard her,

He pretended like he didn't hear anything.

Paying attention to Bocchi's thoughts here would definitely be a negative point.

That was the path to a bad ending.

"These are the outfits. I'm not sure what style you prefer, but I've prepared two popular sets, you can try them on."

The saleswoman handed clothes to Bocchi.

She wanted to lead Bocchi to the fitting room.

Yukima Azuma took the clothes from her.

"I'll handle it, she's a little shy."

Hearing that, the saleswoman nodded.

Watching the two of them walk toward the fitting room, she couldn't help but smile gently.

So sweet, so sweet!

If only I also had a considerate, handsome, and wealthy boyfriend like that.

Even if he wasn't that considerate, it would still be great.

After smiling for a moment, the saleswoman's smile faded.

*Saleswoman sighing +1.*

...

She was pushed into the fitting room.

Bocchi gently held the clothes, continuing to shake her head incessantly.

Yukima Azuma didn't hesitate, reaching out to press her head down.

"Go change! Hey, Bocchi, you know, this is a favor from a friend!"

Bocchi's eyes widened.

Master Order version 2.0.

However, even though she realized that Yukima Azuma was giving her a forceful order,

She didn't want her friend to feel disappointed,

So Bocchi slowly pulled the fitting room curtain closed.

She reached up to unzip her hoodie.

'There's only a thin curtain, so Azuma-kun can definitely hear me changing...'

Just as this thought crossed Bocchi's mind,

She suddenly heard, from outside the curtain, the sound of a famous band playing guitar.

It was surely a song from a chart-topping playlist.

Bocchi had just listened to that song not long ago.

As she began to relax a little,

The initial thoughts she had returned to her mind unexpectedly.

'Wait, can Azuma-kun really read my thoughts?'

The music masked the faint sounds from inside the fitting room.

Yukima Azuma had waited a long time.

Long enough that the saleswoman had continuously glanced over here, as if wondering if something unusual was happening.

Finally, after a long wait, the fitting room curtain slowly opened.

Bocchi appeared before Yukima Azuma, no longer in her simple pink tracksuit.

Instead, she wore a black and white look like maid-style dress with puffy sleeves, looking incredibly cute.

She even had a small white round hat on her head.

"That really suits you! So cute!"

The saleswoman standing beside her complimented, then quickly left.

She was quite perceptive, clearly noticing that the customer didn't want to interact with others.

But a compliment was still necessary; it was part of her professional duty.

Bocchi, startled, looked like a dead fish.

Yukima Azuma still said nothing.

Bocchi felt extremely tense inside.

Humiliated, she felt like she wanted to die.

Indeed, cute outfits like this didn't suit me, a country bumpkin like me...

With a death-wish kind of mindset, Bocchi decided to pull the curtain back to change into her old clothes.

With the thought that it didn't matter if she died, she finally looked up, planning to sneak a glance at Yukima Azuma's expression.

And the result, when her gaze lifted...

The expression Bocchi had expected—disgust—didn't appear at all.

So, how should she describe this expression?

It seemed like... he was just stunned?

As soon as this thought appeared, Bocchi immediately berated herself in her mind.

She was sure she must have a broken brain to come up with such self-loving thoughts.

"I'm sorry, I spaced out for a bit, but it's really Bocchi, you're just too cute."

Finally, after a long silence, Yukima Azuma's voice rang out.

But it came at just the right moment.

Bocchi's heart stirred wildly.

If he had complimented her immediately, she would have just thought it was out of politeness.

But now, Bocchi actually believed that maybe, just maybe, she could be cute—at least, she believed it by 1%.

"Try on another one, I'm sure it'll suit you perfectly!"

"Uh... okay!"

She pulled the curtain back.

This time, Bocchi moved much faster.

The second outfit was a black mermaid-style dress, like something you'd wear to a formal ball.

Compared to the first one, which was cute, this one leaned more towards a seductive style.

It emphasized her curves and enhanced her aura.

The saleswoman had clearly put a lot of effort into selecting a variety of outfits and trying out all kinds of styles.

After changing, Bocchi felt a sense of regret.

She bravely looked into the mirror.

It was way too alluring.

When she wore sports clothes, it wasn't as obvious, but the tight-fitting dress revealed everything she usually hid under the loose athletic wear.

Bocchi wasn't lying about her measurements.

D-cup was just D-cup.

Bocchi trembled as she pulled the curtain back.

For the second time, her gaze was like a dead fish.

"So beautiful, thank you for your hospitality."

This time, the response came quickly.

Before Bocchi could even react, the fitting room curtain was pulled back from the outside.

Then, her phone began to buzz.

Yukima Azuma: [You look great, really great, but Bocchi's body is too beautiful. You'd better not wear outfits like that out in public!]

She looked at the message.

For the first time, Bocchi felt embarrassed because she was a girl, not because of her social anxiety.

But at the same time, she felt happy.

After all, she only wore baggy sports clothes because she wasn't confident.

Being complimented here, it could be said, had touched the heart of this young girl.

She crouched down, hugging her face for a moment.

Bocchi was about to change clothes.

However...

"Huh... huh!? Wait, huh huh huh!?"

Bocchi reached behind her, trying to unzip the mermaid dress.

However, the zipper at the back seemed to be stuck.

No matter how hard she tried, it wouldn't budge.

And because she was trying to pull the zipper from behind, Bocchi's arm suddenly cramped up.

The sharp pain made her pull her arm back, slamming it against the fitting room wall.

A heavy sound echoed, followed by Bocchi's muffled groan of pain.

"Bocchi, are you okay?"

A voice called from outside the room.

Bocchi wanted to reply, but the pain was so intense that she couldn't make a sound.

So...

The fitting room curtain was pulled open slightly.

Yukima Azuma quickly squeezed in.

Bocchi crouched on the floor, staring at the teenager who appeared in the cramped space, her eyes wide in shock.

Yukima Azuma glanced at her for a moment and immediately understood what had happened.

He pulled her hand and checked it quickly.

Luckily, there were no injuries.

He continued to massage her arm along the veins.

Before long, the cramp in Bocchi's arm eased.

Although, by now, due to her embarrassment, Bocchi didn't even feel the pain anymore.

"So the zipper of the dress won't go down, right?"

"Ah... yeah... sorry, red bean, sweet honey!"

"Bocchi, you don't need to apologize. Just turn around, I'll help you."

"Huh!?"

Hearing this, Bocchi's eyes widened, her mouth slightly open.

Is... is this really appropriate?

Because they were friends, helping each other change clothes was perfectly normal, right?

But is this really normal?

Bocchi mind began to overload...