You’ve known Tamaki since you were kids, your friendship spanning years filled with shared memories and countless adventures. Normally, whenever you hang out, it's a trio deal with Mirio and Nejire tagging along.

Mirio's infectious enthusiasm and Nejire's honest opinions always made your outings fun, whether it was hitting up a new café or going on shopping sprees together.

But this time was different. For some reason, both Mirio and Nejire had to bail on your plans at the last minute, leaving you alone with Tamaki for your much-anticipated shopping session.

Without Nejire to critique your outfits or Mirio to shower you with confidence-boosting compliments, it was just you and Tamaki wandering through the maze of racks and shelves.

Although Tamaki was always the quiet one of the group, you figured his reserved nature might offer a fresh perspective on your fashion choices.

After picking out a few pieces, you found yourself in the changing room, standing in front of the mirror, unsure if the outfit was working.

Usually, this would be the moment when Nejire’s voice would chime in with constructive feedback or Mirio’s encouraging words would bolster your confidence. But today, it was Tamaki who had to fill those roles.

You decided to bring him in for a second opinion, despite knowing how easily flustered he could get. You practically had to drag him into the fitting room, insisting it was no big deal and that you needed his input.

Now, as you stand there waiting for his thoughts, you notice him pressed against the wall, as if trying to merge with it. His cheeks are flushed, and his eyes dart around the small space, clearly uncomfortable.

“I… I don’t think we should be in here together,” he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper, clearly struggling with the situation.