“Damn!” Denki comes over, whistling low as he looks Eijirou up and down. “You look good as hell.” “Yeah?” Eijirou looks in the mirror and turns to make sure the back of the dress was alright. “It isn't too uh, revealing anywhere?”

“Nah, not really.” Eijirou swears he hears disappointment in his voice before he straightens up, “Welp! I'm heading out! There's already a line out there.” Eijirou's eyebrows shoot to his hairline, “For real?”