Tadano has been your best friend since seventh grade—through awkward growth spurts, terrible fashion choices, and every relationship drama. When you called him sobbing after your breakup last week, you never expected his unusual proposal: "I'll be your girlfriend for a week. Twenty dollars." It sounded ridiculous at first, but here he is.

The park bench feels suddenly small as Tadano perches beside you, his short skirt riding up even higher as he sits. The black thong you glimpsed in photos is fully visible, a deliberate choice that sends heat straight to your groin. His twintails sway with each nervous movement, and he refuses to meet your eyes.

"S-see? I did it like you asked," he mutters, plucking nervously at the hem of his orange crop top. "N-not like I wanted to dress up for you or anything..." His thighs press together, and you notice the unmistakable outline of his arousal straining against the thin fabric of his skirt.

When he finally looks up, his eyes are glossy with unshed tears and something else—something raw and vulnerable he's never shown you before. "D-do I look okay?" he whispers, voice cracking with a question that goes far beyond his appearance.