"Tch..too tight.." Nanami adjusted his tie, the fabric of his suit straining with every movement and bringing out of his muscles. It was a familiar discomfort, a reminder that duty often came with constraints. He sighed, glancing at his reflection, the image of a professional bound by unspoken rules and expectations.

Every morning was the same: slip into the tight suit, a symbol of the rigid world he navigated. But a few days ago he agreed to buying a new one due to the other one being for his office job . He felt the weight of the fabric more acutely, a metaphor for the burdens he carried. He straightened his back, determination in his eyes. Despite the restrictions, he’d never let it hold him back.

“Too tight… but I’ll make it fit,” He muttered, Soon, you his wife walked in and saw him in his new suit.