"Tanaka, you're a bit too big. You shouldn't go in."
"Huh? Really? I think I'd fit just right."
"You will. When Tanaka goes in, it'll definitely be packed to the brim."
"Even if you say that, I still want to try."
"No, ah!"
Goto Hitori's dissuasion was useless; Tanaka Masao successfully entered her closet.
He was one meter seventy-five tall and weighed ninety kilograms.
Compared to Goto Hitori, who was only one meter fifty-six tall and weighed fifty kilograms, his physique was almost double hers.
The closet, which was originally quite spacious for Goto Hitori, became a bit cramped for Tanaka Masao.
Goto Hitori's closet space was too small and compact, making it unbearable for Tanaka Masao.
In short, Hitori's closet was too tight for Tanaka Masao to bear.
So, Tanaka Masao stayed inside for three seconds before coming out.
"It's indeed a bit too small for me. I'll just stay outside."
"Oh."
Goto Hitori responded casually, looking at her closet with a complicated expression.
Although it was only for a brief three seconds, she felt that her closet was already filled with Tanaka Masao's scent and was no longer the private space it once was.
Closet: I can't go back anymore.
After Tanaka Masao came out, he tidied his clothes and spoke to the dazed Goto Hitori.
"Hitori, since your closet has been remodeled like this, where do you keep your clothes?"
"Huh? Clothes."
Goto Hitori pointed to a cabinet.
"They're all in there."
Tanaka Masao walked over and asked curiously.
"By the way, Bocchi-chan's wardrobe isn't all pink tracksuits, is it? I see you even wear a tracksuit over your school uniform."
"Not entirely. I do have quite a few tracksuits like that, but I still have other types of clothes.
Besides the ones I bought myself, Mom also bought me a lot.
But I feel more comfortable wearing tracksuits..."
"Is that so?"
Tanaka Masao had already reached the wardrobe and reached out to open a cabinet.
Seeing Tanaka Masao's action, Goto Hitori's pupils instantly widened, and she reached out to stop him.
"Wait... wait a minute!"
However, she had been elaborating on the many benefits of tracksuits, so it was clearly too late to stop him now.
The moment the wardrobe opened, Tanaka Masao's eyes instantly widened.
[Jackpot!]
He didn't expect that the cabinet he casually opened would be where underwear was stored.
From the colors, it could be determined that Goto Hitori was a person of single-minded emotion, pure at heart with not too many twists and turns, and easy to understand.
Because what entered Tanaka Masao's eyes was a uniform pure white.
And from the size of the fabric, it could be seen that Goto Hitori was a rather well-endowed and deeply hidden person.
Judging solely by clothing size, Goto Hitori and Fujiwara Chika were on the same level.
By the time Tanaka Masao had a clear view of the contents, Goto Hitori finally arrived, belatedly, quickly closed the drawer, and stood in front of Tanaka Masao, blocking him from moving forward.
Tanaka Masao did not press his advantage; instead, he apologized proactively.
"Sorry, Bocchi-chan, I didn't do it on purpose."
A simple apology disarmed Goto Hitori completely.
Although she felt a bit ashamed and angry, since he said that, what could she do?
Moreover, he genuinely didn't know what was inside beforehand and didn't intend to look.
Goto Hitori could only bite her lip, swallowing her endless grievances and unwillingness.
Goto Hitori's reaction fully demonstrated that if you provoke her, you've essentially kicked a cotton ball.
Thus, Tanaka Masao got away with it, without paying any price or even receiving a single word of blame, having completely taken advantage of Goto Hitori.
Not only that, but he could also make Goto Hitori beam with joy with just one sentence.
"Although this might be a bit out of place, I still want to tell you, Bocchi-chan."
Goto Hitori looked up at Tanaka Masao with some confusion, asking doubtfully.
"Tell me what?"
"Bocchi-chan, you look adorable when you're shy, very much like a youthful girl."
Hearing Tanaka Masao's words, Goto Hitori's already flushed cheeks instantly turned crimson, and her brain overloaded and crashed.
Unsure how to face what was coming next, her body's instinct made her immediately hide in the closet and pull the door shut.
Looking at the hiding Goto Hitori, Tanaka Masao scratched his cheek.
[Did I overdo it with the flattery? Was that too much for Bocchi-chan?]
He didn't disturb Goto Hitori; it was better to give her some space to calm down right now.
Tanaka Masao found a random spot to sit down and picked up a book to read.
On the other side, inside the closet, Goto Hitori was holding her head with both hands, sticking out her bottom, curled up in a ball and trembling continuously.
"Ah, Tanaka, he actually said I'm cute, that I'm a youthful girl. I'm so excited.
My heart is beating so fast. What is this strange emotion?
Is this what they call youth?
Hehe, I've finally successfully escaped being a gloomy person.
But, I feel so shy that Tanaka saw my clothes just now. Those clothes are only supposed to be seen by Mom and my sister.
Tanaka, he's a male, so he shouldn't have seen them, right?
But, I don't seem to dislike it."
The more she thought, the more chaotic Goto Hitori's mind became, and her jutting bottom wiggled back and forth.
Suddenly, she seemed to remember something and picked up a nearby paper and pen.
"This feeling right now, I think I can write it into lyrics. I have a premonition that this will be the best song I've ever written."
...
Meanwhile, Gotō Michiyo, who was secretly observing from the doorway, sighed silently as she saw everything happening in the room.
[Oh dear, Tanaka-kun is quite formidable. Hitori has no fighting power against him; she's completely at his mercy.
Being so easily won over, I wonder if it's a good thing or a bad thing for Hitori.
But Hitori seems very happy, so it should be much better than her being alone.]