Well, that seems to be over. It was certainly one of the more harmless viruses we've had, wasn't it?

I suppose I should probably give away the clothes I bought as a girl. I really have no use for them, but I doubt I can return them since I've taken the tags off.

Evidently Itsuki wasn't familiar with the saying 'curiosity killed the cat'; he was currently waiting outside the ice cream shop downtown (she certainly still had the friendly kind female classmate persona down well, didn't she?) in his new clothes purchased the day before-- no point in letting a little change in gender stop him from figuring out exactly how much Asakura thought she knew, after all.

Itsuki sat on the steps outside his apartment building, waiting for Minato. He'd managed to find clothing in the back of his closet that fit him decently well, although he didn't look nearly as put together as he normally did; he'd be lying if he said he didn't need clothes that fit, but that didn't change the fact that the main point of this entire excursion was basically to see just how many ridiculous outfits it would take to get Minato to break his blank expression.