Makoto paid the bill. Mafuyu-nee gave him another one of those knowing smiles, it made him wonder what she thought was going on between them.
The second they stepped outside into the cool night air, any pretense of keeping things proper went right out the window.
Yuna grabbed his right arm and pressed herself against him like she was claiming territory. Mika took his left side, threading her fingers through his with surprising confidence.
They walked home in silence, him sandwiched between two beautiful girls who somehow managed to smell like perfume, fried pork, and sex, all at once. The apartment door had barely clicked shut when Yuna whirled around, her eyes bright with excitement.
"Right. It's sleepover time." She planted her hands on her hips, looking way too pleased with herself. "Rule number one: pajamas are mandatory. Everything else? Optional."
Makoto smiled at Mika fondly. "Did you bring sleepwear, Mika? Or maybe Yuna can lend you some." He headed toward his room to grab the 2.5 Dimensional Seduction blu-rays they'd talked about watching, then walked back.
Mika's smile was all innocence. "Oh, silly me. I totally forgot to pack any." She turned to Yuna with wide, helpless eyes. "I guess I'll have to borrow something of yours, Yuna. If that's okay?"
Yuna's eye twitched. She looked Mika up and down, taking in her slender frame that stood a good three inches taller than her own curvy build.
"You want to borrow my clothes?" Her voice came out as a growl. She glanced down at herself, then back at Mika. "Nothing I own will fit you."
Then her face lit up with a wicked grin. "Actually, I've got the perfect thing."
She stomped off to her room and came back holding Makoto's old gray sweatpants triumphantly. The ones she'd called his "sad lumpy potato suit." Plus one of his ancient band t-shirts, faded and full of holes.
"Here." Yuna shoved the clothes at Mika. "Perfect fit."
Mika laughed brightly and took them without hesitation. "Thank you, Yuna. It'll be like wearing my boyfriend's clothes. How intimate."
Yuna's smirk died instantly. She looked like someone who'd just realized they'd been outplayed at their own game.
Mika disappeared into the bathroom with a small smile. That left him alone with Yuna, who looked ready to either scream or cry. Maybe both.
Makoto patted her head gently. "You played yourself, little sis." His eyes sparkled with amusement. "You should go change, too. I'll get the drinks and snacks ready."
Yuna slapped his hand away with a frustrated growl. "Shut up," she muttered, though there was no real anger behind it.
She stomped off to her room like the world's grumpiest loser. A few minutes later, she emerged wearing her ridiculous unicorn pajamas, face stormy with indignation.
Mika walked out of the bathroom at the same time. The effect was stunning.
Makoto's old ratty clothes, which made him look like he'd given up on life, transformed on her. The sweatpants hung low on her hips, showing a tantalizing strip of smooth stomach. The t-shirt became a ridiculously short mini-dress, the holes offering glimpses of pale skin.
She looked exactly like the hot, popular girl who'd just spent the night at the nerdy guy's place. Every high school fantasy he'd ever had, basically.
Yuna froze mid-step. Her jaw dropped.
"You are not allowed to look that good in his clothes," Yuna said, voice low and dangerous.
Mika smiled sweetly, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "I can't help it. They just fit me so well."
Makoto wiped away nervous sweat. "You look stunning, Mika. Almost made me fall for you again..." He caught Yuna's glare and quickly added, "...if I didn't already have my cute little stepsister."
He popped the Blu-ray into the player. "Well, time to enjoy the story and watch Liliel and the other girls in their skimpy cosplays." He dropped onto the sofa and patted the space beside him.
Yuna immediately claimed the spot with a possessive thud, curling against his side. Her unicorn horn dug into his arm in what was clearly a declaration of ownership.
Mika didn't seem bothered. She gracefully took the spot on his other side, moving with unhurried elegance. Her bare leg brushed against his, sending electricity shooting through him.
The lights dimmed, and the anime started.
For a while, things were almost normal. The three of them tangled together under blankets, bathed in the TV's soft glow.
Yuna was a warm, grumpy weight against his side, her head eventually finding its way to his shoulder. Mika sat quietly on his other side, her hand somehow finding his under the blanket.
Then, Okumura, the protagonist on screen, started helping Lilysa, the cosplayer, with her measurements. The scene was awkward and clumsy but also intimate and undeniably hot.
In the darkness of their living room, he felt it.
Two hands, moving at the same time, found the waistband of his sweatpants. Then they pulled.
Makoto cleared his throat. "Ahem, did you both drop something? Pretty sure you won't find it in my pants..."
"Oops, my hand slipped," Yuna muttered into his shoulder. Her sleepy voice didn't match the deliberate way her fingers traced the outline of his cock through his boxers.
"I think I lost a button," Mika whispered from his other side. Her breath was warm against his ear as her hand slid inside his sweatpants, fingers cool and shocking against his heated skin.