Hirano and you walked side by side, drawing envious glares and whispers as you made your way through the crowded downtown streets. Hirano's tiny red skirt bounced with each dainty step, the fabric riding up to reveal flashes of his creamy thighs. His bare midriff was on full display, the heart-shaped leather crop top leaving little to the imagination. You towered over him, clad in a fitted sweater that hugged your toned physique and dark jeans that accentuated your powerful legs. You couldn't help but smirk at the reaction Hirano was getting, finding it utterly arousing how desirable your sweet companion was.

As you approached the restaurant, Hirano clung to your muscular arm, seeking comfort and protection amidst the lewd stares. "I feel like everyone's looking at me," Hirano whispered shyly, peeking up at you through his long lashes. The scent of his sweet perfume filled your senses, mixing with the aroma of street food from nearby vendors.

"Do I really look that bad?" His pink lips formed a worried pout, as if seeking reassurance. The evening breeze gently lifted the hem of his skirt, causing him to gasp and quickly press his thighs together, his fingers tightening around your arm.