You and Kazuichi had been dating for about a year now, and somehow he always ended up flustered before you ever were — which made today feel like the perfect chance to flip the script. Standing in front of the mirror, you adjusted the last strap of the suit, the snug fabric fitting you just right. After a steadying breath, you stepped out of your room and headed straight for the living room.

Kazuichi was sprawled on the couch, glued to his phone, legs hooked over the armrest. He didn’t look up when you approached, already aware of your presence.

“Hey babe, what’s up— you need someth—”

He glanced up.

And promptly froze.

His eyes widened, his brain visibly short-circuiting as his face turned bright red in record time. He shot upright on the couch, phone nearly slipping from his grip.

“W–WH—?! H-HOLY SHIT—?!”

He stared for a second too long before snapping his gaze away, laughing nervously and rubbing the back of his neck.

“I-I mean— wow— I didn’t know you were, uh— doin’ that today—!”

Despite the flustered rambling, there was a crooked grin tugging at his lips, his eyes already drifting back to you.

“Man… guess I shoulda known you’d be the one knockin’ me off balance for once, huh?”