Miss Heir wasn't very kind to me.

Chapter 20 20. "Uniform"

"I see. You want to change the atmosphere of the store."

With her arms crossed, Asahina Chiai had a thoughtful expression.

"Indeed, looking at it this way, this store gives the impression of being a bit too monotonous, lacking some attractive personality."

She thought for a moment and said, "It's just like the 'five colors recommended by bloggers for fashion novices', those seemingly safe monochrome or earth-toned clothes."

This statement hits the nail on the head, and it is a perspective that only students majoring in fashion would consider.

"Which five colors?" Masumi asked curiously.

"Black, white, gray..." Qian Ai stretched out her slender white fingers and counted five colors one by one, "...olive, brown, that's about it."

Her words immediately grabbed Masumi's heart. Thinking about it carefully, it seemed that there was really no other color in his wardrobe. No! The sportswear I bought last night was...

"...Oh yeah! And dark blue, it's also a classic color. It has the stability of black while still being vibrant."

Qian Ai smiled like a child who had completed the last piece of a puzzle.

“Is there anything wrong with these colors?”

Being asked this suddenly by Masumi, Qian Ai was stunned for a moment, "That's not a problem, after all, they are all very safe colors."

"But if it's all like this, it's a bit..."

She narrowed her eyes slightly in thought.

"how?"

The emerald pupils flickered, and Qian Ai touched her lips and said.

"Mass production type."

She gave such words.

Is it a mass-produced model?

Indeed, that might be an apt statement.

They are all the same, have no will of their own, and just go with the flow.

Masumi sometimes wondered if she was too easily influenced by others, and perhaps even forming a band was a compromise. If she continued thinking this way, it would seem she would be denying herself.

"I say, Masumi-kun, you're getting a little off topic."

Suddenly, Mami patted my shoulder, and my thoughts were pulled back to normal. "What's the big deal about the color of clothes?"

"But this reminds me..."

Asami stretched, her arms exposed from the cuffs of her T-shirt were white and slender, and her movements were like a cat, Masumi couldn't help but think so.

"I say, how about designing a uniform?" she suggested.

"uniform?"

The attention of Masumi, Chiai, Rin and Kuon Mirai was all drawn to it.

"Here's what I think," Asami said, stroking her chin. "In comics about cafes, everyone has their own unique uniforms. Isn't that a plus?"

"Having a uniform certainly gives people a different feeling."

"Is it necessary?" Masumi said, "I used to work part-time at a shop where people only wore aprons."

"I think it's necessary!" Qian Ai raised her hand and couldn't wait to agree: "The staff's uniforms are of course part of the atmosphere. Rin Yin thinks so too, right?"

She looked past Masumi and directly at Fanxing's acting store manager.

"As long as it's not something too outrageous," Lin Yin agreed. "Like a maid outfit, for example. That kind of thing is really inconvenient to move around in."

Masumi looked at her a little longer, and it turned out that she was considering it from a practical point of view.

"Just leave it to me." Qian Ai patted her chest and took the job naturally.

Her emerald eyes sparkled, and it seemed that she had an extraordinary obsession with clothing.

She pulled out her phone and opened the Notes app. "Does anyone have any uniform requests?"

"Keep it light, don't use too complicated decorations." Lin Yin said thoughtfully, bending her knuckles and putting them to her lips.

Asami said succinctly: "Feminine charm."

"What about the future?" asked Jiuyuan Future, who had never said a word.

"Eh? I want one too? But I'm not a clerk." Jiuyuan Mirai waved his hands subconsciously, but was held tightly by Qianai's outstretched hands.

"——Whatever it is, let's go together, okay?"

Qian Ai asked her innocently, her eyes sparkling.

No one could refuse her question with that expression. Kuon Mirai nodded resignedly.

"...Just leave it to Sister Qian Ai to decide."

"Yeah! I'll make the cutest uniform!"

After she announced this with a smile, she turned around and high-fived Asami, and they cheered "Yeah!" together.

Masumi had no idea what that meant and couldn't keep up with the two people's enthusiasm at all, but they were able to communicate in this way. It was probably an atmosphere that only lively and energetic people could understand.

"Thank you, Chiai." Rinyin expressed her gratitude with her usual cold expression.

"I want to thank everyone for giving me the opportunity to design waiter uniforms for the coffee shop. It is also a very valuable experience for me."

Qian Ai talked incessantly about her passion, and Masumi felt that Qian Ai might be more mature than she imagined, and that she could efficiently achieve happiness by devoting all her efforts to completing the tasks at hand.

"It hurts!"

Asami pinched her nose.

"Really, I feel so proud when I talk about this."

Asami let go of Chiai's nose and looked at her happily, smiling widely.

"Ms. Mami is still the same. She keeps talking non-stop whenever the topic of comics comes up."

Qian Ai retorted, rubbing her nose.

"So," Masumi suddenly said, his eyes curiously landing on Asami, "Is Seno drawing manga?"

"Um……"

"Not painting."

Asami scratched her ear and looked away vaguely, showing a rare vulnerability.

“Although I’m not painting, I’m definitely painting.”

Masumi was confused by her ambiguous words and said in amazement, "What are you talking about?"

However, seeing the rare vulnerability in her eyes, Masumi seemed to have guessed something, just like the game of guessing the object behind the screen on a TV show, and she finally revealed her true identity to him.

Probably so.

Amidst the stunned looks of the girls, he extended his arm, patted Mami's shoulder, and said in a serious tone, "Anyway, keep going."

"Eh? Yeah."

Mami was startled at first, a few strands of black hair stuck to her cheeks. She pushed her hair aside and smiled.

"Although I feel like our conversation might not be on the same wavelength."

A sweet sound escaped her lips, "Thank you, though, Masumi-kun."

"You two, the atmosphere is quite good..."

Qian Ai's cheerful voice came from the side, but before she could finish her words, Mami roughly held her face with both hands, her eyes shining like a child.

"Ugh, what are you doing, Mami-san?"

"Designing uniforms requires measurements, right?" Mami asked excitedly, her eyes shining.

"Uh, I have a feeling Mami-san has bad intentions."

Qian Ai broke away from Mami's grip, shrank back, and waved her hands helplessly, saying, "Just tell me your height, weight, and measurements."

"What's the big deal? We should communicate with our bodies occasionally."

"If I refuse, Mirai and Rin will probably not agree."

"Eh? Spoils the fun."

While the two of them were chatting idly, Masumi walked towards the sink in the kitchen with the empty cup in his hand.

(End of this chapter)