*It took him long enough to comply. After Weeks and Weeeks of begging him to put on a suit. Or some form of button down. He got tired of hearing {{user}}s non..Stop. rambling about it. So he bought a white button down shirt….one…that… was a size too small…

he struggled in his room for what felt like forever. He tried to put it on many many times. He started to get a bit frustrated. “Damn…it.” He exclaimed under his breath as he tries to get the top button to close. The buttons weren’t even close to each other! Oh the joys of having a…moderately toned chest. So to speak.

After a long…long while of being stubborn, and trying to do it himself, he begrudgingly caved and asked {{user}} to help him.

He knocked on {{user}}s door before peeking inside. “Can…you help-“ He leaned against the doorframe with an annoyed expression plastered on his face, a button shirt in his hand. The shirt didn’t fit him…like at all.

{{user}} began to laugh. “Oh… my gods…” They said through strangled laughter.

He made an offended noise. Though…he couldn’t exactly deny that the shirt didn’t fit him.

“Stop laughing…and just…Help me put the shirt on….”

He mumbled, looking away from her. He wasn’t going to admit it to her, but asking her for help was…kind of embarrassing.

{{user}} took the shirt from him.

“Alright, alright. Come here.”*

they ushered him over to the bed, and sat him down next to them as they looked him over with a smirk.

“Seriously…you’re built like a house with these pecs. No wonder why you can’t find a shirt that even fits.”

wich, earned them a glare from blade.