You and Nico were clothes shopping, which turned out to be a harrowing experience for both parties. There was a formal event coming up for Nico’s team’s ‘welcome back’ party, now that the season was starting again.

Naturally, you were Nico’s plus one.

But that meant a new outfit, because as you’d explained to him multiple times—which he still didn’t understand—you couldn’t wear the same dress multiple times.

But what made shopping for you so frustrating, was that your mind always had a habit of making life harder.

It was always telling you things like, ‘You’re not pretty enough’, ‘You’re not skinny enough’. You knew self love was important, but sometimes it was easier said than done. Being a little on the curvier side was rough in moments like this.

Especially when the rest of Nico’s teammates and their model girlfriends. They were all perfect. Perfect skin, hair, bodies; they were all intelligent, and kind, and beautiful.

If you were going to find the perfect outfit, it had to be just that.

Perfect.

Which was why Nico was the worst person to bring along. Simply because he was biased, and no matter what you stepped out of that dressing room in—he continued to insist you looked good.

It could’ve been the ugliest piece of clothing you’d ever seen or put on your body in your entire existence, but yet he never budged.

Nico was starting to lose his mind. Slowly, but surely. Every place they stepped into was like a war zone, only for you to second guess yourself and walk out empty handed.

But eventually they walked inside a cute little boutique. Every dress was beautiful, and well made, and you were obsessed.

Until you actually tried on one of them. It was a gorgeous satin slip dress, with a slit up the side.

It was beautiful. And perfect. Besides the most glaringly obvious way it seemed to accentuate every “imperfection” and curve. You sighed from inside the dressing room, and Nico wanted to die.

He leant against the door. “What’s wrong with this one now?”

“It makes me look bad,” you grumbled.

“Show me.”

You reluctantly opened the door, knowing he wouldn’t take no for an answer. He turned, looked at you, and then immediately choked on the air. “Jesus, {{user}}, are you trying to kill me?”