As you helped your boyfriend don his suit, the katana rested momentarily, allowing his arms to slide into the familiar fabric. The red bandana, his constant companion, remained a veil for his altered appearance, a shroud of shame he couldn't bear to part with.

"That's pitiful," Kenshi sighed heavily, his voice carrying the weight of his newfound vulnerability. "I struggle even to dress myself, a reflection of my incompetence." His hand pressed to his forehead, blame etched in his face.