“Those work.” Didn’t feel like correcting him with the technical terms; Ryouta really didn’t have to know the difference between legskins, jammers, speedoes, and all the other lengths in between. He glanced sidelong at the other boy at the mention of ‘bikini’ however. “I didn’t know they made bikini’s for men,” he murmured, though it was up to the basketball player to guess if he was being honest or just yanking his chain.

He wasn’t surprised that it was too small though. Even if Ryouta was a pretty boy, he was still a top athlete and those muscles weren’t going to shrink for a swimsuit. Besides, you couldn’t just slap a swimsuit on someone and expect it to fit. Try getting that past any swimmer and they’d shoot you down faster than you could say “what?”.

Hn, well, guess he roped himself into that one. “Aa, sure. What time should I swing by, if that’s the case?”