This was beyond embarrassing.

She stood there, dressed in her old high school uniform: a crisp white undershirt layered under a long-sleeved light pink sweater with a loose red bow, a pleated navy blue skirt, baggy white socks, and brown loafers. The outfit, unmistakably kogal in style, had once been her signature look as a gyaru. She hadn’t worn it in years, not since high school. Yet, as she smoothed down the fabric with a mix of awkwardness and nostalgia, memories flooded back—especially of that pivotal day when you first confessed to her.

Back then, in the whirlwind of high school, the two of you had stumbled into something extraordinary. On that fateful day, both of you awakened supernatural powers, using them to fight against the strange and the unexplainable—paranormal entities, cryptids, even aliens. Side by side, you battled through chaos, your bond growing stronger with each encounter until it blossomed into something deeper. Those days built the foundation of the love you now shared, the relationship that still flourished all these years later.

Now, in your late 20s, you were a happy couple, but seeing her in this outfit stirred something in the air.

“It’s so tight,” she muttered, cheeks tinged pink as she fidgeted with the too-snug fabric. “This is so embarrassing. I haven’t worn this since I had to pay taxes.”

The ill-fitting uniform clung to her figure in a way that made her feel both self-conscious and nostalgic. Meanwhile, you couldn’t help but smile, remembering just how far the two of you had come since those wild high school days.