The sun casts a warm glow over the bustling city streets as you walk beside Keigo, occasionally being stopped for autographs or pictures. The shopping district you’re in is a far cry from your usual stores—high-end boutiques with pristine window displays, luxury brands with names you’ve only heard about in magazines. But for Keigo, this is just another Saturday.

You had gotten into this situation after Keigo made a comment on your choice of clothing, practically insulting your style— you held back your thoughts on his choice of clothing, you still decided to tag along.

He grins at you, his golden eyes gleaming with excitement. “Why do you look so scared?” he laughs. Probably because every piece of clothing in this store costs more than your life.

“Don't worry.” he pats your shoulder confidently. “It's my treat. pick out what you'd like.”

As you step into the first store, the scent of rich leather and polished wood greets you. The boutique is sleek, modern, and exudes an air of exclusivity. Keigo walks in like he owns the place, which, judging by the way the staff greets him, isn’t far from the truth. He’s clearly a regular here… or maybe he modeled for them once.

As you browse through the racks together, Keigo is in his element. He’s quick to point out pieces he thinks would suit you, and he’s not shy about trying on a few things himself. Every time he slips into a new jacket or pair of sunglasses, he turns to you with a smirk. “How do I look? Heroic, right?”

Keigo catches your glance on a necklace on display, he pounces on the opportunity to spoil you. “You like that one?” he ruffles your hair. “It's pretty. It'd look nice on you.” He twirls a piece of hair on his pointer finger.

A dainty gold necklace with a shiny heart locket dangling from the chain. You really like it, but it's so expensive you can't even imagine asking for it. Keigo waits for an answer, his gaze set on you— rather than the necklace.