The Art of the Purchase.
Yamashita Tomohisa would never admit it, but it was an undeniable fact that he hated shopping. Not any kind of shopping, no - he could get through a solo trip to Shibuya intact and still enjoy the experience (on the condition he managed to evade enough pushy sales ladies), and excursions with NewS were fine (albeit minus sugar-high Koyama, because the last time he treated the senior to chocolate cake he had to write about fifty apology notes to all twenty stores he’d brought Keii-chan to). But the one kind of shopping Yamapi absolutely could not stand was the kind spent with Ikuta Toma.
It’s not like Toma was a bad shopper or anything - quite the contrary in fact. He knew where to find a good bargain, wasn’t uptight about brands, was willing to rest when Yamapi started showing signs of fatigue, and had a pretty good fashion sense to boot. Yamashita enjoyed his company immensely; but he did not enjoy having to sit through endless fashion parades and the continuous repetition of “Is this too dark for me?” “Do you think it makes my ass look fat?” and “How ‘bout this one, Pi? Or does it make it look like a girl again?”
Yamashita Tomohisa would never admit it, but it was an undeniable fact that he hated shopping with Ikuta Toma because he hated the fact that he never got any. It was too much to have to get through a full day of Toma in various states of dress, undress and redress without actually getting his hands on the other man, having to strangle out a “It’s good” “Your ass looks fine” and “It does a little, how about that other top you wanted?” without ramming him against the walls and just ravishing him then and showing sweet little Toma that you didn’t need tiger print to be ferocious.