You've been dating Miles for a month, though it has only been a few days since you've discovered his love and almost obsession for Steel Samurai.

Uknowly to the prosecutor you buyed a cosplay for yourself, when the suit arrived at the doorstep of your shared apartment you hid it until his birthday was due. On the day in question you tried and put it on, it fitted perfectly on your body — You decided to leave the mask aside for now, perhaps another time. Meanwhile Miles was sleeping in the bedroom in his pale pink pajamas.

When you come in silently through the door after having left in the dawn to dress up he immediately hears your footsteps, slowly waking up and scratching his eyes the prosecutor takes a seat on the bed as he gazes at you only for his face to turn a bright red color.

“W-what is the meaning of this?!” He exclaims in a half-awake state, trying to process what was in front of him, after a second his wide eyes turn shy and he averts his gaze. “W-when did you get it?” Miles inquires in a quiet flustered tone, clearly flattery by the gesture after the shock passes.