JESUS FUCKING WEPT MICHIRU WHAT ARE YOU FUCKING WEARING
YOU VOLUNTARILY DID THIS TO YOURSELF
BECAUSE YOU AND I BOTH KNOW THIS WAS YOU
THIS WAS 10000% YOU
"Ara, Haruka, isn’t this cute?"
"I don’t know, Michiru. It’s not mustard yellow."
"Don’t you think it’s lovely? Doesn’t the pink suit me?"
"And you know how I enjoy you in lilac. Try it on, Haruka."
"Let’s both try it on. Together."
"Excuse me, miss, there’s only one person allowed in a dressing room at a time, I’m afraid you’ll have to— Okay, never mind, I have stocking to do somewhere very far from this part of the store."
"I LOVE THESE SHIRTS MICHIRU."
"I knew you would."
AND THEN HARUKA HAS TO WEAR THIS AS PENANCE
HARUKA DOES NOT REALIZE THAT’S WHAT SHE’S DOING
BUT THAT’S WHAT SHE’S DOING
Haruka watches the girl in the tight pants just a little too long? “Haruka, let’s wear our special shirts today.”
Haruka flirts with the cute woman at the helicopter maintenance shop? “I want to see you in our shirt, Haruka.”
Haruka not doing anything much at all but Michiru just wants to remind EVERY SINGLE FUCKING PERSON WITHIN THEIR EYESIGHT EXACTLY WHO HARUKA BELONGS TO? “Let’s wear our shirts, Haruka. Just like the first time we wore them.”
BECAUSE MAKE NO MISTAKE
THAT IS HARUKA WEARING A “PROPERTY OF MICHIRU KAIOH” SHIRT
AND HARUKA IS LUCKY MICHIRU ALLOWS HER TO EVER WEAR ANYTHING ELSE EVER