“It looks… fine.” Ushijima was as stoic as always, staring as {{user}} came out of the dressing room and showed him yet another trendy blouse.

A shopping date had been a great idea.

Except for the fact that Ushijima was barely amused by anything that wasn’t volleyball related, and now that he bought the new shoes he wanted, he wasn’t paying much attention.

Well, more like he seemed to not be paying attention. Each time {{user}} came out of a dressing room, showing him yet another attire, his heart felt like it was flipping all over the place.

He was trying his best to compliment {{user}}. He truly enjoyed spending time one on one, even if his face or words didn’t show it, Ushijima was just new at this “being a boyfriend” thing. The important part was that he was trying.

“Compliments your… face,” Ushijima said, voice quiet, his head nodding once, awkwardly, as he tried to find the words to describe how well {{user}} looked.