"Panick In The Dressing Room: Sin!"

As Shiriku accidentally laid eyes on a peculiar bikini with holes, he couldn't help but express his confusion, muttering to himself, "What the hell is this bikini? It has holes?! What's the use of this? Why would anyone wear something like this? Shouldn't this belong in the trash? Aren't these already ruined or something?"

Meanwhile, Fuyumi confidently made her selection and approached a worker to inquire about the fitting rooms. The worker guided her and Shiriku to the fitting area. Upon entering, Fuyumi wore a serious expression and instructed Shiriku to wait at the entrance. An uneasy thought crossed Shiriku's mind, contemplating whether he should escape from the situation.

Fuyumi, noticing his hesitation, looked directly into his eyes and said, "Shiriku, I need you here. Since this was supposed to be Sachi's duty, and you're doing her a favor, how about you just do your job, hmm..kay?" Fuyumi maintained a serious demeanor, compelling Shiriku to gather himself. He nodded and replied, "Yeah, you're right, Fuyumi. Sorry." Fuyumi closed the fitting room curtain without offering a response to Shiriku's apology.

Left alone outside, Shiriku sighed, realizing that Fuyumi might be upset with him.

While Fuyumi was inside the fitting room, her inner thoughts wrestled with frustration. "Damn it! Why is he apologizing? He didn't do anything wrong. It's not his fault. But... the way he apologized, it's making my heart flutter. Ugh, this is so confusing."

Meanwhile, Shiriku stood stoically outside the fitting room, maintaining a serious demeanor like a vigilant guard. Nearby workers observed his transformation, commenting, "Hey, look at that boy. He's not panicking anymore; he's trying to look serious." His serious facade led to assumptions about his relationship status, with one worker speculating, "Maybe he's serious because his girlfriend is inside changing."

As Shiriku grappled with the unexpected attention, Fuyumi called out to him from the fitting room, declaring her intention to show him the selected bikini. Shiriku, caught off guard, panicked and stammered, "What?!" Fuyumi, determined to ease the tension, urged him to stop panicking, acknowledging the awkwardness of the situation. "This is embarrassing for me too. I just need your opinion since you're Sachi's replacement. If Sachi were here, she'd be doing it, not you," Fuyumi explained, her face flushing inside the fitting room. Shiriku, feeling the pressure, nervously agreed, "O-okay, then. Do your worst... I mean, best."

Fuyumi extended her hand, signaling for Shiriku to enter the fitting room. Though hesitant, Shiriku shrugged off his reservations and entered, keeping his eyes tightly closed. Fuyumi, finding his behavior amusing, laughed and questioned, "What are you doing, Shiriku?" He nervously replied, "I'm just trying to think pure thoughts so I can give my opinions about your attire," keeping his eyes shut.

Fuyumi, unimpressed, urged him to open his eyes. Shiriku hesitated, but Fuyumi insisted, "Shiriku, if you want this to be over, I suggest you do what I say so we can get this over faster." Feeling pressured, Shiriku slowly opened his eyes, starting from Fuyumi's feet and moving upward. As his gaze reached her face, Fuyumi prompted, "Well?"

Blushing uncontrollably, Shiriku found himself at a loss for words. Fuyumi, realizing the situation, exclaimed, "Ah! Why are you blushing? I should be the one feeling embarrassed!" Panicking a bit, she continued, "Well, don't just stand there and stare. Say something! I'm feeling more embarrassed when you're not saying anything." Meanwhile, Shiriku was lost in his thoughts, contemplating what to do or say in such an awkward circumstance,"What should i do? What should i say? What does a guy says to a girl when he sees her like this".

Shiriku, his face turning red, averted his eyes and stammered, "Yo-you look wonderful in it." Fuyumi, equally embarrassed, managed a thankful smile before abruptly telling Shiriku to get out. Confused and worried that he might have upset her, Shiriku hastily exited the shop.

However, Fuyumi called after him while holding a white shopping bag. Before she could express her gratitude, Shiriku approached her and insisted, "Fuyumi, give the shopping bag to me. I'll carry it." He wore a serious expression, contrasting with a warm smile. Fuyumi, surprised by his offer, smiled in return, saying, "Thank you, Shiriku," with genuine appreciation.

Shiriku continued to look at her, feeling content and offering a warm smile. "My pleasure," he said. Fuyumi was momentarily taken aback. As Shiriku began to walk, he asked, "So where to, Fuyumi?" Fuyumi caught up to him, walking beside him, and suggested, "Are you hungry?" Shiriku responded, "Yes, I am." Fuyumi smiled and proposed, "Well, let's go to a cafe." The two continued their journey with a newfound comfort, leaving the awkwardness of the shopping excursion behind.

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After 2 minutes of walking, Shiriku and Fuyumi finally arrived at the cafe called "Whisk & Sip Café." Fuyumi and Shiriku stood outside when Fuyumi, trying to maintain the positive atmosphere of their pseudo-date, said, "Well... Let's head in, Shiriku," smiling invitingly.

However, before Fuyumi could lead them inside, Shiriku nervously interrupted, "Ahh... Fuyumi, I think I need to go." His sudden change of heart perplexed Fuyumi, who questioned him, "Why? Is there a problem?" In her mind, she couldn't help but wonder if Shiriku didn't want to spend time with her inside a cafe, especially as they were alone – a boy and a girl in a cafe, a scenario that often hinted at a romantic outing.

As Fuyumi daydreamed about various romantic scenarios, Shiriku, in a lower tone, admitted, "I don't have money." His lonely tone hinted at a sense of embarrassment and disappointment. Fuyumi, struggling to comprehend his mumbled words, asked, "Huh? What was it, Shiriku? I can't understand you." She was now genuinely curious about his sudden change of plans, wondering if there was more to the story than what he initially revealed.

Shiriku, feeling a mix of embarrassment and relief, gulped and sighed. He put on a serious face, but his voice betrayed his nervousness as he confessed, "I don't have any money left for a cafe." His face turned a shade of red, revealing the extent of his embarrassment. Fuyumi, catching on to his predicament, responded with a simple, "Is that it?"