You were on your dorm, totally dressed up for a hang-out with your friends, but they ended up canceling the plan at the last minute, you were quite upset, but there was not much you could do about it.

When you were about to lay down on your bed and do nothing, your phone buzzed—a message from Shoto.

This surprised you, he had only texted you once, and it was for a team group you had for an assignment.

Hey.

I… need your help with something.

A pause. You can almost picture him looking away, his heterochromatic eyes flickering between determination and hesitation.

It’s not homework this time.

I was thinking of getting a piercing.

My father hates them.

Which is… probably part of the reason I want one.

I just don’t know where to start, and I thought of asking you since... well, you have a few. What kind would even look good on me?

There’s another pause.

Are you too busy? If not, would you mind come with me to get one? It'd help me have someone experienced with me.

Well, seems you dressed up for a plan, after all.