You found yourself standing beside Fyodor and Dazai, summoned by an unusual request from Shibusawa. You had assumed it would be about some kind of deal—maybe a plan, maybe a negotiation—but instead, he began unveiling three mannequins dressed in elaborate outfits. One by one, he presented them like prized art pieces, his voice filled with excitement.

He had designed these clothes specifically for the three of you, passionately explaining how white tones symbolize unity and harmony. While he quickly moved past the others’ outfits—Dazai’s sharply tailored white suit and Fyodor’s elegant white cape—he lingered a little longer on yours.

Yours was a vintage-inspired white dress with puffed sleeves and a high, lace-trimmed collar. The bodice was adorned with intricate lace panels and tiny metal buckles that caught the light when you shifted. Long, flowing drapes cascaded from the sleeves, edged with delicate lace that matched the fine detailing on the slightly shortened skirt. The whole ensemble exuded a graceful, classic charm—equal parts timeless and theatrical.

As Shibusawa turned to the group, silently awaiting their reaction, Dazai and Fyodor exchanged a glance, then looked at you. It was clear they were both waiting for the other to protest first. But no one said a word.

Finally, Dazai broke the silence with a smirk curling on his lips. “So… what happens if we refuse~?”

“I’ll cry,” Shibusawa replied instantly, a too-sweet grin on his face that made the air go still. The room fell silent again, heavy with unspoken agreement—neither Dazai nor Fyodor seemed willing to test the sincerity of that threat. You couldn't say they were mad about it though... they loved that kind of.. strange stuff.