A short time later I'm fully dressed.
However...
"Why... Why are my breasts so exposed?!" I exclaim, looking down at my chest.
Haruka stands back, looking at me with a slow, appreciative nod.
"G-class indeed."
"Tsk,"
"Are you listening to me?! They're hanging out! This is not right!"
"Not right?"
"I'd say it's operating at peak efficiency. The blouse being a size too small is a feature, not a bug. It's deliberate. That's what creates the optimal tensile force across the bust for support and, well, accentuation of your assets. It's a self-contained system—no secondary undergarment required."
She points a finger towards the open collar of the blouse.
"Furthermore, the open buttons facilitate optimal heat regulation for the thoracic cavity. It's a highly efficient system."
"And what in the world is this cold wind on the back of my thighs?" I say, clutching the edge of whatever I'm wearing.
"That's the miniskirt's high-efficiency design," Haruka explains.
"Less textile coverage boosts airflow and maximizes leg mobility. Plus, it's aesthetically optimal—data backs the vibe. Very popular in pre-Calamity student uniforms."
"Student... uniform?" I repeat.
"Is this really what people wear?"
"Some did," Haruka clarifies with a nod.
"It was a… specialized social uniform. It communicated status, affiliation, and, in certain circles, a high degree of 'moe' potential."
"Moe?"
I'm lost again...
"It's a complex, multi-layered data point."
"It represents an emotional response, typically a feeling of strong affection, protection, or charm, evoked by fictional characters or, in rare real-world instances, individuals displaying specific archetypal traits. Like vulnerability, innocence, or, in your case, a high-level tsundere."
She did it again. She called me that… that word.
"So you just… put me in this… *moe* outfit?!" I say, walking up to her and gesturing wildly at my own body.
"That's one way to phrase it." Haruka responds, completely unbothered.
"A more accurate description would be that I have equipped you with attire that is both tactically efficient and aesthetically optimized for our social data-gathering mission. In layman's terms? Yes. You look cute. Moving on."
Haruka sidesteps me with surprising agility, grabbing a soft, light pink fabric from her bed.
"Now, for the final component." Haruka wraps the fabric around my waist from behind.
"A sweater." Haruka says, quickly and smoothly knotting the sleeves in front of me, just below my navel.
"For tactical layering options. Also, cute."
I look down at myself.
I don't know what to think. This outfit… it's unlike anything I've ever worn. I am covered in so many different layers of fabric, yet I feel more exposed than ever. The blouse is so tight, my breasts press against the fabric, and the cool air against my bare thighs is… distracting.
This human... Haruka, is a master of a different kind of manipulation... using logic to disarm every defense. Now I am her… moe tsundere.
What in the world have I gotten myself into?
Haruka claps her hands together.
"Now,"
"Let's get this date started!"
Before I can object, she grabs my hand again and pulls me out of her room.
"Where are we going?!"
"To the surface, of course!" Haruka announces, pulling me along with an unbreakable grip.