Sajuna, with Fujiwara Kako and Shinju, returned to Shinju's bedroom, emerging with faces still flushed.
It was unclear if they were shy from what just happened, or if Shinju's figure was a bit too challenging.
In any case, for a while, Sajuna was a bit sensitive to Akira's gaze, always instinctively avoiding his eyes.
"So, next we need to buy things for Shinju, right?"
Fujiwara Kako asked.
Akira nodded, checked his watch, "Could I ask Sajuna and Fujiwara to accompany Shinju to look for sports bras?"
"It's really not appropriate for me, a man, to be involved with such things."
"Shinju is my younger sister!"
Sajuna really wanted to say that, but seeing Akira's cautious demeanor, she couldn't bring herself to.
After all, Aki-Kun was already trying his best to consider her feelings, so it was better for her to accept it for now.
Moreover, what Aki-Kun was doing wasn't bullying his younger sister; there was no need to keep reminding him.
After all, Aki-Kun was doing it for both of them.
Sajuna, with Fujiwara Kako and Shinju, left the house.
With Sajuna and Shinju gone, Akira naturally couldn't stay at Sajuna's house.
So, Akira turned and went to Wakana's house.
Although he said he was helping Wakana make Sajuna's cosplay costume, his own tailoring skills were still a bit inferior to Wakana's.
For this reason, Akira still needed to visit Wakana frequently to 'borrow' some experience and improve his tailoring skills.
After all, he would still need to make cosplay outfits for Sajuna in the future.
The outfits for Sajuna and Marin had already taken shape; it seemed his own side was more troublesome.
Akira pondered, the first volume of his published "Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai" was about to be released, and his attendance would be unavoidable.
It was said that such light novels were usually sold at anime festivals, as those who enjoy anime and manga were the target audience for light novels.
Besides the upcoming light novel, he also had to prepare for his and Shinju's cosplay, and the activities of the club he established.
Looking at it this way, he felt quite busy.
Akira clicked his tongue, never expecting his life to quietly turn out this way.
What a fulfilling university life!
"Wakana, what stitching method should I use for this part?"
Akira picked up the clothing and asked Wakana.
Wakana picked up the clothing, looked at it, and then said, "This part seems to require a new technique; the specific method is like this..."
As the two communicated, Akira's tailoring skill experience slowly increased.
At noon, he had lunch with Wakana and Gotō Kaoru; strangely, Marin hadn't come that morning.
In the afternoon, he returned to Sajuna's house and saw Shinju wearing Akira's uniform.
Akira couldn't help but glance at Shinju's chest.
Hmm, it was much less prominent than before, though there were still some undulations.
But in Akira's view, the current situation was already at the level of "Why are your son's pectoral muscles so exaggerated?"
It was infinitely better than the previous hellish difficulty of clothes bursting and buttons flying off.
Fujiwara Kako had already left; only Sajuna and Shinju remained at home, waiting for Akira.
"Sajuna."
Akira flashed a brilliant smile at Sajuna.
Sajuna also ran over, silently throwing herself into Akira's embrace.
The two affectionately embraced in the living room for a while before looking at Shinju, who was waiting nearby.
From Shinju's expression, she seemed to have gotten used to it; she probably wasn't angry.
Akira speculated guiltily.
"How do you feel now, Shinju?"
Although sports bras have a strong shaping effect, given Shinju's size, it would probably be very uncomfortable.
He hoped there wouldn't be any accidents during the cosplay.
"Akira -nii, no, no problems."
Shinju said shyly, her cheeks red.
"If it's not very comfortable to wear, then we still need to make adjustments."
Akira looked at the undulations on the uniform and continued to say to Shinju, "Shinju, you know your current figure is still not suitable, right? So, in order to proceed, I hope you'll tell me your true thoughts."
Shinju paused, "No, nothing, it's just a little unfamiliar."
It was her first time experiencing this kind of sports bra; so it really could make her chest smaller.
Shinju's mind wandered.
"That's good."
Akira turned to ask Sajuna, "Sajuna."
"Hmm."
Sajuna lifted her head; it seemed Aki-Kun had entered work mode again.
When they were together before, Aki-Kun was always in 'love mode'.
Aki-Kun like this really looked so cool!
"Sajuna, you should have a chest-binding cloth used for wearing kimonos at home, right?"
"I feel that it would be better for Shinju to wear another layer of chest-binding cloth in her current situation."
Sajuna and Shinju found the chest-binding cloth used for kimonos from their parents' clothes, then pushed Shinju back into the bedroom.
When they came out again, Akira felt that Shinju's chest had become almost flat enough.
At least it was flat enough to cosplay a male character.
"Is, is it okay now? Akira -nii."
Shinju looked at Akira with anticipation.
"It's already perfect."
Akira gave Shinju a thumbs-up.
"Shinju can now become the Souma-nii you want to cosplay."
"Sajuna, did you buy the wig this morning?"
"Yes, I did."
Sajuna replied, "Aki-Kun, are you going to deal with it today?"
She had never seen Aki-Kun cut wigs before.
She had thought they would need to wait for Wakana to help, so she hadn't taken it out.
Akira hesitated; he indeed had no experience in this area.
But the cutting and sewing skills he had 'borrowed' from Wakana had already reached Lv5.
Doing this should be easy.
Akira hesitated for a moment, then decided to give it a try.
Sajuna then brought out the Souma-nii wig she had bought that morning, and also handed him a pair of scissors; he didn't even need a mannequin.
Sajuna and Shinju both watched Akira curiously.
Akira held the purchased wig open with one hand, a pair of scissors in the other, and scanned the wig in his hand twice.
"Can you cut it like this?"
Sajuna said with a worried expression.
Why did it feel a bit unreliable? After all, holding the wig up with one hand wasn't as intuitive as wearing it on a head.
Would the cut really be the desired hairstyle?
Shinju, however, watched Akira with curiosity, without raising any questions.
Akira scanned around, then checked the Souma-nii hairstyle in his mind, extended the scissors, and began to cut the wig.