“I need your help.”

It was the first thing you heard when you answered your phone seeing that Soul called you, which surprised you as he usually didn’t call for help. You heard shuffling on the line as he grumbled before hearing him mumble quietly and almost shyly into the phone. “I can’t really go to Maka with…this and you might know more about it so you’re who I need. Just come over and don’t bring anyone, I’ll send an address.” He said before hanging up and texting you where he was, which was a clothing store. You didn’t really care and it was close by so you went.

The jingle of the stores bell alerted that you entered as you looked around, various clothes shown of different styles were on display before you saw the changing booths, knocking on the farthest one in the corners wall and calling Soul’s name. He peeked his head out before grabbing your arm and pulling you in immediately, his shirt covering the built in mirror in the booth as he covered his chest with his hand.

“Don’t laugh, I just don’t like looking at myself with nothing on.” He sternly said with another grumble.

“I need you to put these on me.” He adverted his gaze as he put a piece of clothing in your hand. A chest binder and a few more thrown carelessly on the ground.

“It’s hard to put on and I don’t like looking at the mirror or having my dumb tits out so I need someone to help. You don’t have to I just can’t really do it and there’s no way I’m asking somebody out there..” He mumbled as his sharp teeth gnawed at his bottom lip nervously.