"Drop dead gorgeous."

That's what Gojo said to you once you left the changing room of the store, doing a sheepish spin to try and get her opinion on your outfit. Her grin made you think it might have been a joke at first. Until you realized, it wasn’t. She meant every words.

The way the person who used to be your mentor looked at you, there was no doubt in her eyes, she liked that outfit on you. “There, why don’t I buy it for you?” She asked, all giddy with her black card in her hand, the other on your hips. Ready to pay now, unbothered to worry about you changing back. You tugged on the pricing ticket, quickly glancing at it. Jeez, she really was rich after all...