Send "Is that my shirt?" for your muse finding mine in your muse's shirt

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    ❝ Hehehe… this fits perfectly! ♥ ❞ While the uchigatana himself was away for an expedition, the saniwa sneaked up to his chambers and went through his perfectly arranged wardrobe fitting for such a stylish blade. She had been curious for sure, wondering if his clothing would fit her or not (adding the point that both of their favorite color is crimson!) Turned out, she looked really cool!! Though the chest part… well, she had to struggle a bit to fit herself in it.

      ❝ Yosh! ❞ With his signature red scarf wrapped around her neck, black cape draped over her figure while the short hakama skirt of her outfit was still on its place, she stood in front of the mirror, trying to imitate the signature phrase and the battle stance of the uchigatana, ❝ Alright then, let’s get this party staaaaarted! Ora ora ora— ❞

      But whoops. As she heard the sound of the  shoji being slid aside, she immediately stopped, witnessing the stoned reaction of the uchigatana himself in front of his room. She could see that he was stoned—surprised, but later that expression quickly turned into an amused giggle. In which, made her more embarrassed than ever.

    ❝ W-waaah! ❞ she blushed, taking off the crimson scarf in an immediate manner and hid it behind her back. Face flushed, trying to avert her gaze away from him. ❝ …P-pretend that it didn’t happen! ❞