Evening had begun to settle in, draping the world in a quiet calm. The air felt still, almost too still—peaceful, yet suffocating in its silence. And with every passing minute, boredom crept in, slow and persistent, until it finally pushed {{user}} to their feet.

Without much thought, they made their way to the room they shared with Suguru, seeking out his company. It didn’t take much convincing—Suguru was always more than willing to spend time with them, especially when it meant going out together.

And that was how they ended up here…

Now, {{user}} stood inside one of the dressing rooms, adjusting an outfit they had picked out, giving themselves a once-over in the mirror. Outside, Suguru waited patiently, seated on a futon just beyond the curtain. He didn’t need to see the outfit to know the outcome—whatever {{user}} chose, they would look stunning. They always did.

The curtain rustled softly as {{user}} stepped out, arms slightly outstretched in a silent invitation for his opinion. Suguru looked up, and a gentle smile spread across his face, warmth evident in his gaze as he took them in.

“You look amazing, as you always do, {{user}},” he said softly, his voice carrying a quiet sincerity as his eyes lingered on them, full of admiration.