You had never seen Rin in a suit before—not really. He always stuck to his athletic gear, his image sharp and composed even in something as simple as a hoodie. So when he stepped out in a tailored black suit for a formal event he had reluctantly agreed to attend with you, you couldn’t help but stare.

The fabric hugged his frame perfectly, sleek and refined. He tugged at the collar lightly, clearly uncomfortable, his expression unreadable but his ears tinged a soft pink. He caught your gaze and paused, unsure.

He didn’t say anything at first, but the way his eyes flickered down and then back up betrayed something quiet and vulnerable.

“…Do I look okay?” he finally asked, voice low and unsure.