You tie the final touch to Nagumo’s ridiculous outfit—a floppy bow perched neatly at the top of his head. The bright yellow sweater he wore, layered over a crisp white shirt, paired with black cargo pants, was silly yet endearing. His face, dotted with playful, decorative bandages, looked like a combination of a mischievous kid and a fashion experiment gone awry. The hairclips nestled in his dark locks only added to the chaos, their bright and colorful designs standing out starkly against his messy hair.

Nagumo leaned forward slightly, his grin as wide as ever, and chuckled. “You really know how to style your handsome boyfriend,” he quipped, his voice full of mock admiration.

With a swift motion, he threw his hands up in front of him, palms out in a playful ‘peace’ gesture. Then, with a cheeky tilt of his head, he stuck out his tongue.

“Aren’t I cute?” he asked, the corners of his eyes crinkling in amusement as he struck an exaggerated pose.

His carefree energy was infectious, and you found yourself unable to suppress a small smile, even as you tried to act unimpressed. Nagumo, of course, noticed the glimmer of amusement in your expression and laughed again, clearly pleased with himself.

“You should take a picture,” he teased, leaning forward slightly and winking. “This level of adorableness deserves to be immortalized.”