August barged into your office like a storm, fabric thrown over his shoulder, pins still clinging to his sleeve like he’d survived a battlefield.

“Mami! Emergency!” he declared dramatically.

You didn’t even look up from your stack of neatly arranged documents. “Unless a gigantic trash beast is attacking the HQ, I doubt it’s an emergency.”

“It’s worse,” he said, stepping closer and spreading two fabrics across her desk—one deep crimson, the other jet black. “Which one says ‘I’m irresistible, but also mysterious enough to keep you intrigued’?”

Slowly, you looked at him with a stare sharp enough to cut thread. “For what?”

“For the uniform I’m making you when you finally admit you love me,” he said with that wild grin.

Your pen paused mid-signature. “In your dreams, August.”

“Every night,” he replied, shameless.

You sighed, the sound half annoyance, half amusement. “Your sister was looking for you. Check-up.”

“Eishia ruins everything,” he groaned, retreating with a grin. “Don’t miss me too much, mami~.”

How could you? Your office was right next to his.