"S-Swimsuit?!"
The red that had just faded a bit from Yanami Anna's cheeks heated up uncontrollably again.
She subconsciously thought of that swimsuit that had been lying dormant in her wardrobe for almost a year and answered somewhat uncertainly:
"I-I should have one... It's the set I bought when I went to the seaside with friends last year. I haven't really worn it much, so it should still be wearable."
"Bought last year?"
Imaizumi Keita's brow twitched imperceptibly. "I can't imagine what it looks like at all. Do you have a photo?"
"P-photo?"
Yanami Anna's heart skipped a beat.
She looked at Imaizumi Keita's matter-of-fact expression, her eyes instantly filling with suspicion.
"W-why do you want to see a photo! You're not... planning to do something weird, are you?!"
"Something weird?"
Imaizumi Keita wore an innocent "what nonsense are you talking about" expression. "I'm just showing some advance concern for your attire. It's perfectly normal, okay?"
"Besides, I want to see your swimsuit, not your underwear, Yanami..."
He paused and changed his tone, a somewhat hurt and disappointed look appearing on his face as he pulled away.
"Never mind. Since you think so poorly of me, Yanami, let's just forget it. It's none of my business anyway."
Seeing his cold "I don't care, forget it" attitude, her competitive streak flared up again.
"W-who said I wouldn't show you!"
She quickly pulled her phone from her pocket and scrolled through her album, soon finding the swimsuit photo.
"Here! Look!"
Yanami Anna held the phone screen up to his face, a defiant look on her own.
Only then did Imaizumi Keita reluctantly turn his head and fix his gaze on the small screen.
The subject of the photo was, without a doubt, Yanami Anna herself.
She was wearing a yellow and white striped bikini accented with refreshing blue stripes. The edges featured a cute ruffled design that perfectly outlined her lovely figure.
In the photo, she was giving the camera a bright yet slightly shy smile.
It was very cute.
And also... very ordinary.
It was a perfectly normal commemorative photo a girl would take while visiting the beach.
There were none of the suggestive angles or poses he had imagined that might make someone's heart race.
Imaizumi Keita obviously wouldn't use a photo like this for anything strange.
..."
Imaizumi Keita was silent for a moment.
Then, under Yanami Anna's expectant gaze, he raised his hand and gave her smooth forehead a light flick with his knuckle.
"Ouch! What was that for?!"
"This is it?"
Imaizumi Keita's face was a picture of speechless irritation, as if to say, "Are you kidding me?"
"I thought it was going to be some incredible photo, seeing how nervous you were. It's just a plain old swimsuit picture?"
He pulled back his hand and looked at her as if she were overreacting.
"Who wants to see a photo like this! It's wholesome! Ordinary!"
"Huh?! O-ordinary?!"
Yanami Anna clutched her forehead, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and annoyance.
"W-well, what else did you want to see! I don't have any unwholesome photos!"