Dumped by One, Chased by Another? My Ex's Sister Is a Gal and She's Coming for Me - Episode 7

“When you say Yokohama, you’re basically talking about Chinatown.”

That was what Haruki said, which is how we ended up near Yokohama’s famous Chinatown—specifically, at Ishikawacho Station.

But where exactly does “Yokohama” begin and end?

It’s a question that borders on the philosophical.

After all, “Yokohama” can mean different things to different people—some areas match the city’s popular image, while others don’t quite align with what most people picture.

But where we were headed? That place definitely fits the image.

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“Alright! Time to eat our way through the town!”

But before we got started, there was something important I had to bring up with Haruki.

“Hey, Haruki-chan. Can we talk for a second?”

“Hmm? What’s up?”

“Well… how would you feel about buying some new clothes? I’ll cover the cost.”

“Huh? Why?”

“It just occurred to me… that your current outfit might be a bit problematic.”

Haruki was wearing her school uniform.

It suited her. She looked cute, no question. But that wasn’t the issue.

The school’s emblem was clearly displayed, leaving no doubt that this was a real uniform and not cosplay.

In contrast, I was dressed casually—jeans and a jacket. A typical college student look.

In short, it made us look like an adult man walking around with a high school girl.

Not good.

“Ah, I see. Yeah, let’s get something else to wear.”

“Thanks, that helps.”

“But… no way I’m letting you pay for it.”

“Huh? But still—”

It didn’t feel right to let Haruki pay when the reason for the wardrobe change was entirely my concern.

“Actually, I asked my mom for some extra allowance today. Just in case. So, I’ve got a bit of spending money to splurge.”

“R-Really?”

“Yup! But in exchange…”

“Exchange?”

Haruki grinned mischievously, her color-contacted eyes sparkling.

“I want to get something really cute. So, you’re helping me pick it out.”

“Alright, fair deal.”

I nodded.

“Oh, and… can you carry my bags too?”

“Of course. Feel free to lean on me.”

“…You’re not treating me like a little kid, are you?”

“Not at all.”

“Mmm, I’m not sure I buy that.”

Trading playful banter, we made our way toward the fashion district.

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What exactly is a “gyaru”?

The term comes from the English word girl, and generally refers to girls with flashy makeup and fashion.

For someone like me, it just feels… odd.

Haruki had always struck me as the pure, elegant type. Seeing her go full gyaru felt like a mismatch.

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“Ta-da! What do you think?”

“…”

Haruki stepped out of the fitting room.

I froze.

“Eh? Is it that bad?”

“No, it’s just…”

I couldn’t even form words. My eyes darted away.

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She was wearing a white choker-style crop top and dark blue hip-slit skinny jeans.

The top was cut in such a way that her shoulders and upper chest were exposed, giving the illusion of wearing a choker.

It was tight-fitting knit fabric that hugged her curves, and it even showed her midriff.

The jeans were tight enough to accentuate the shape of her legs, and had a slit at the thigh, revealing bare skin.

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In short: it was incredibly sexy.

Of course, I couldn’t say that out loud. That would cross a line.

I’d worked hard to avoid any questionable situations—and now, here we were again.

“Well, it… looks good on you.”

“Wait, are you blushing?”

“No, I’m not.”

“Aww, your body’s being honest though, isn’t it?”

“Hey, cut it out! Don’t just make stuff up.”

Honestly, if you just listened to her, she sounded like some sleazy old man.

Not that I really minded. I appreciated how easy it was to talk to her when she dropped the formalities.

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“Still, this outfit’s a little too revealing.”

“Eh? I think it’s fine. I’m a gyaru now, remember?”

Even if we were relaxed around each other, there were still things I needed to say.

“Before you’re a gyaru, you’re still a high school girl. A young woman like you shouldn’t be wearing something this revealing in public.”

“H-Huh…?”

The second I said that, she froze.

Then, her face turned bright red—noticeable even through her makeup.

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“I-I’m gonna go change into something else!”

Haruki darted back into the fitting room.

She was clearly overwhelmed with embarrassment.

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“…”

She’d probably come out in something more modest now.

Which was the right thing. Definitely.

But still…

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“…It did look good on her, though.”

I found myself a little disappointed that I wouldn’t get to see her like that again.

Not that I’d ever admit that out loud.

And maybe… gyaru fashion isn’t so bad after all.