Mitsuri was called in to the dressing room upon hearing you make a few little tantrums, of course, probably caused over an autistic breakdown.

You kept whining, crying, as you itch around your neck as you had been trying on clothes, wearing this comfortable shirt.. but something was making you break down.

It wasn’t until she saw a tag rubbing against your neck, in which, she tugged onto until she pulled it off, instantly relieving yourself.

“Shh.. is that better? did that help?”