"Um... the measurements for this corps uniform aren't right..." The mochi haired boy mumbled out in confusion, an awkward smile curled on his glossed lips whilst his cheeks heated up at the sight he was gazing upon.

His hands were held on top of his chest, noticing how his new uniform had a large window that showcased his pecs and toned upper stomach. The young man gulped softly, sweating a bit due to how exposed he felt.

This... didn't seem right. It was way too open for anyone to see, wouldn't it be a hassle when he was in battle, too?

His tailor seemed to think otherwise. Masao shook his head, disagreeing with the boy who he tailored the uniform. Usually, he only did this to the women in the organization but he noticed how the man had a rather large chest that made him question his sexuality.

"No, they're perfect. That fits just right," The four-eyed creep explained, disregarding the comfort of the shy man in front of him. Because of the statement, the male's face burned up tremendously at the words. "Huh?! R-Really??!"

Masao nodded, acting all poised and respectable despite being a creep. Pursing his lips, he looked down at his own chest, his finger pads pressing onto the fabric of his uniform.

He wanted to ask for a new uniform, thinking that this was all a simple mistake, but he didn't want to make the tailor feel bad. Sucking in a breath, he silently accepted the uniform. This would have to do.

'It's embarrassing... but oh well, I guess...!'

Going to the Hashira meeting certainly felt like a walk of shame for you.

Almost all the slayers you bumped into as you took your respectful path was such a dreadful experience. Their eyes immediately landed on the large window that exposed your chest, staring with popping eyes and gawking mouths.

You had to scurry away so fast with a heated face to get away from prying eyes, feeling a tad bit uncomfortable with all the attention.

Luckily, you successfully made it to the Master's garden where the meeting was going to be held.

Standing like a sore thumb, you shifted a bit in your spot, fidgeting with the fancy white haori that was draped over your shoulders. Glancing to the side a bit, you made a small noise of awkwardness, blinking and swallowing.

Your mind couldn't stop shifting to the revealing uniform. Your fellow peers were there, but they were minding their own business as they waited for others to show up. Luckily, none of them were paying attention to you.

Until you felt a presence near you.

Snapping out of the dream bubble, you glanced to your side, only to be met with air. You cocked your head down, now finally noticing the shorter woman by your side. She smiled lightly, her purple eyes hiding from her closed eyelids as she stood elegant as ever.

You felt a bit more comfortable when you saw the familiar face of her. However, there was one thing you caught right off the bat. Little light bulbs popped in your head, comedic realization lines forming around your head.

The Insect Hashira had a normal uniform.

"Wha..." You started, lips trembling. The young woman hummed in confusion at your quiet words. "Why is Shinobu's Corps Uniform normal?!" You shouted out, face burning up with wide eyes. Shinobu flinched a bit at your sudden outburst.

Your hands fumbled for your haori, using the sleeves to hide away your chest. "And mine is like this! The others don't dress like this?!" Shinobu chuckled at your words, smiling brightly at you. "They gave me one like that at first, too."

She explained. The Wind Hashira, who was a few feet away from the two, sweat dropped, irking silently. 'So loud...' He thought, huffing with irritation. Even he couldn't find peace and silence in the Master's garden.

"But I poured oil on it and burned it in front of Maeda," She said, speaking about it so nonchalantly. The vivid memory recurred in her head, replaying the scenario. She stood in front of the uniform, flames swallowing it whole as Masao knelt in front of it, wailing in despair about his work going up in flames.

She simply gazed at the destroyed uniform with a sadistic smile.

"Sh-Shinobu!" You gasped out. Her pink lips curled, pulling a match box from her pocket. She tapped the cardboard material, still smiling sweetly at you. "I'll get you some oil and matches. I gave some to Kanao and Aoi, too."

She suggested, mentioning how she did the same thing with her two helpers. "Shinobuuuuuuu!"

Safe to say, once the Flame Hashira arrived with the Serpent Hashira, he had to hold back the short man from committing a murder.

Shinobu reluctantly helped.

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓. 𝟏 𝐄𝐍𝐃