"This again?" Fuutarou twirled his hair as he trailed behind his wife and sisters-in-law. "Do we really have to do this?"

"You're such a killjoy, Fuutarou-kun." Ichika teased as the sisters got behind him and pushed him past a set of curtains. "They got to dress you up in high school. It's unfair that I was the only one left out."

"But that was for the school trip. This is completely optional. We don't have to do this you know." He retorted, but he sighed as he heard their footsteps walking away to get him a change of clothes.

Time passed by silently until a hand pushed some clothes into the changing room. "Try these." Fuutarou looked down at the clothes, Ichika had come back the fastest. As he changed, the others returned with their own selections in hand.

"Why?" Was all he could say as he pushed the curtains aside. The sisters all snickered as his clothes flowed into place. Instead of his normal shoes, he wore sandals with obviously fake wings. A fake sword on his hip and a reflective disc on his back. A helmet made of foil covered his face. "Why Perseus?"

"I have a new script. It was on my mind." Ichika apologized to him as the sisters assessed.

"It's a bit...out there. Isn't it?" Nino said.

"Remember what we're planning for. We're in charge so we better at least look half-serious about it." Miku unsheathed the sword and flicked it a bit. "This is too fake looking."

"Then lets try this one." Itsuki pushed her choices into his hands and closed the curtains.

"I like this one" Fuutarou adjusted the sleeves on the close fitting jacket. He moved with an air of nobility in this suit and tie combo. "I think this'll work."

"Who is he supposed to be?" Yotsuba asked.

"Arthur Holmwood. From Dracula." Itsuki clapped her hands. "My students had recently returned their reports, so perhaps it was on my mind."

"I can't tell. It just looks like any other guy from that time."

"I'm surprised you know that." Fuutarou turns his head at her.

"I had a good teacher."

"But don't you guys have something more...I don't know, extravagant planned?" Fuutarou asked before being shoved back into the changing room by Nino.

"You look great, my liege." The sisters teased him and curtsied as Fuutarou came out with a crown and some fake chainmail. "Ichika, borrow that sword." Nino handed the faux sword to Fuutarou. "Arthur, here's your Excali-"

"Ah yes, Caliburn." He took the prop, swinging it wildly before resting both his hands on the pommel and using it like a cane. "Bow before the king." His enthusiasm was ballooning to the point of absurdity until Yotsuba knocks the crown off of his head.

"Uesugi-san! I love your enthusiasm, but your role for the plan is to..."

"Right. He shouldn't be cool like that. He should be a little reserved." Miku hands over her costume to him. "Maybe this is better."

"Uesugi Kenshin?" He stepped out wearing a cosplay of a traditional general, to nobody's surprise. "Look, just because I'm an Uesugi, it doesn't mean that I'm-"

"Hold still." Miku interrupted him, snapping several pictures. "Alright. I'm satisfied, Yotsuba you're next."

"Were you not taking this seriously?" Itsuki sighed, but grinned with the others as they drew a fake mustache on Fuutarou before Miku posts it online.

"Uhh...I actually didn't pick one out yet. All I got were my costumes. Shishishi!" Yotsuba thought for a moment. "Aha!"

"This is..." Fuutarou walked out wearing a black, tight fitting, long sleeve with a heart cutout. Matching pants and shoes cover the rest before two ladybug decorations were added by the bunny girl. "What manga is this from?"

"How do you not know!?" Yotsuba exclaimed with a disgusted look. "Anyway, you should probably shave your chest."

"How about I just not wear this?" Fuutarou sighed before going back in and changing back to the clothes he came to the mall with. Wearing a long black coat and a white polo, Fuutarou began walking away. "Seriously, the important part is your guys' costumes. Focus on those."

"There he goes again. That's so like him." Ichika sighed.

"Well, Fuu-kun is right. Let's go get our own costumes. How's the plan coming together?" Nino walked ahead of her sisters towards the dresses on display.

"I'll send it to you later. Fuutarou helped me plan everything." Miku put away her phone.

"Let's make this party one to remember!" Yotsuba glanced around the store, her eyes stopping at a pair of white robes.

"I'm quite excited. But can you please contain yourself Yotsuba? We're in public." Itsuki reached out to calm her sister down as they continued shopping.