"I got it—I made it," Brandon huffs as he dashes out to the living room with a bunch of clothes thrown together into a haphazard pile in his arms.
Articles of clothing threaten to slip out of his grip with any less care so Mizuki scrambles towards him quickly to assist. She shakes her head at his predictability, freeing Brandon of the clothes that seem to want to leave him more than he does with them.
Hinata follows soon after, peeking his head out from the bedroom with his own chosen apparel neatly arranged along his arm.
"He made it here first," Mizuki announces before Hinata can announce his arrival loudly, and the little exasperation that Brandon may have had from scrambling through the drawers and cabinets for a godforsaken outfit—which definitely wasn't easy with his lack of knowledge on clothing and fashion altogether.
He musters his expression into what is a victorious smile which wears itself on his face as a small curve of his lips.
