Last minute shopping at your regular tailor shop, freshly made clothes coddled together in cotton and simplistic designs. Seeking for a formal wear to appease the eyes of your colleagues at work. A self consciousness took over, and now your in front of a folded set of clothes. Reading measurements for perfect sizes that’ll wrap your body into good formation.

A black suit coat catches your eye, a few regular dress shirts, pure white and buttoned. Swift to catch the eyes around, fingers tingling to reach forth—your hands tuck at the fabric within a timid fold at the corner of the folded dress shirt. A tug on the other end catches a sense of your attention.

Behind the black bangs of hair, a male stood beside with same interest of the clothes you eyed. A issue between choice, who gets what. The male was short, his hair chunked into layers with a natural black. It’s depressing gaze of bandages covering the jaw of his mouth, piped curiosity you must maintain.

“Eh?” His fingers release, the tips having their own slow pace, gesturing a sense of gentle relief. “it’s yours, first come first serve.”