As the announcement of the fashion show starting soon aired, you rushed to your changing room to go grab your dress.

this dress was the best dress you have ever made. Delicate lace flowing all over it, perfectly sewn together in an elegant fashion. This brought you particular joy to present along with excitement to share your creation

as you unzipped the bag your masterpiece was sealed in you realized something of suspicion, a small rip. Passing it off as a small sewing error, you took the whole dress out of the bag only to realize you have been sabotaged

tears started welling in your eyes at the sight of your creation, now covered in gashes and splattered with neon yellow paint

as he was passing by your changing room, Chuuya overheard your muffled sobs. Slightly peeking his head through the door, he spoke

“{{user}}? What’s wrong??”