160 160 Dear Angel, (1/2)

An hour and a half before the festival began, Zhou and Midday began to prepare.

At midday he returns home with his yukata in his hand with a thousand years old, and Zhou moves on to dressing his yukata by himself.

Yukata also needs to know how to wear it, but I'm not worried about midday. She can wear a kimono, so she'll let her try on as much as a yukata.

The problem is Zhou, even though Shibako beat me into it, I was not the first to practice it, so I was worried if it was done well.

I will check it in the mirror after I finish wearing it, but I don't think it is shaped and the clothes are broken.

Yukata is a simple one with a bean-colored band on the blue blank. As for the circumference I don't really like what I did, this choice was appreciated.

The fact that I am quite tall in the mirror works positively and gives me an atmosphere that looks like it.

It originally has a quiet face no matter how bad it is, so it's atmospherically clustered into something calm and would probably fit into the classification.

I leave it to people's discretion not to be inferior in line next to midday.

I also care about the sight and appreciation from others, but in the end, it's what I think, and what I think at midday.

The circumference where the wearing ends first sits on the couch and waits loosely.

I know that women's fashion is something that takes time, and I don't have any problems with it because I'm ready to spare time.

A yukata would take longer to change than usual, and a yukata would tie up your hair, so there would be 30% more time to set.

I even make out on top of that, so Zhou honestly respected that the woman was amazing.

(You don't have to do anything. Midday is naturally cute, but when it's fashionable, girls shine more, so it's amazing.)

As I relaxed feeling smiling and indescribable happiness at the nasty effort to make it look cute to my boyfriend, I heard an unlocking noise in the front door apparently when I was ready.

”Zhou-kun” was whispered in a low voice around her waiting to approach her without looking back because she was looking forward to her fashion, and she pounded around her shoulder.

So I finally looked back - loosened my licence.

”Lovely. You look great.”

”... is that something you can judge so quickly”

”I can. I can. Just look at it and you'll see.”

It's midday when I subtly suspect it's a word I was prepared for, but I can't help but say this when I tell you what I think I saw.

I realize once again that Shibako stands out very well.

Taking into account the fact that it lines up next to Zhou, the midday yukata gives a luminous impression even though it has a calm vibe of purple sunflowers on the white ground.

Purple sunflowers painted in a dark blue or vine color create what an adult look and clarity. From the season it is undeniable that it has been slightly too much, but it still looks great.