You were sprawled out on the couch, flipping through channels, when you heard soft footsteps behind you. Before you could turn, Fuuka’s gentle voice broke through the sound of the TV.

"Um… hey," she started shyly, her voice as soft as ever but carrying a hint of anticipation. "How do I look?"

You turned your head and felt your breath catch for a moment. She stood there in a cozy new sweater, the pale fabric complementing her soft features. The light blue skirt she paired it with flowed delicately, adding an airy elegance to her usual reserved demeanor. She fidgeted slightly, her hands brushing the hem of the sweater as she glanced away nervously.

"I just got these today," she continued, her cheeks faintly pink. "I wasn’t sure if they’d suit me, so… I thought I’d ask you."