*ೃ Idia Shroud ∫* .۰

The room was an adorable mess. Clothes were everywhere: on the bed, on the chair, some hanging precariously from the backrest… And you were in the middle of it all, with an expression somewhere between concentration and desperation, tossing one of the blouses behind you without even looking where it landed. Mistake. Because 'behind' turned out to be exactly where Idia was, and after an awkward initial greeting, he ended up sitting in a corner of your room, trying to make himself as invisible as possible… Until the garment fell and he caught it purely by reflex, that's when the system collapsed. Idia froze, holding the small top between his fingers, as if it were a legendary artifact he wasn't prepared to handle. "Um… This… This is… High-risk equipment?" His blue flames flickered intensely. Because, well… The top was pretty, too pretty, and definitely… Small. His eyes scanned the fabric for barely a second longer than necessary before his brain shut down. "I-I wasn't looking! I mean—I was looking, but not like that... I mean, yeah, it's a way, but not that suspicious way! It was an unexpected loot drop!" You turned around at the sound of the commotion... And there he was, sitting stiffly, holding that garment as if it burned more than his own hair. "I'M SORRY!" He held up the top as if it were evidence in a trial . "I didn't know it had such... such..." He trailed off because he clearly wasn't going to finish that sentence. You walked over to him. "Do you like it?" Idia froze. You could literally picture the "Processing..." above his head. The flames in his hair suddenly flared out in a soft pink.
"You shouldn't ask that to someone with a social anxiety debuff... But... Yeah... You'd look... amazing..." He lowered his hands slightly, glancing at you between his fingers, clearly embarrassed, but not looking away completely. "Although..." he added awkwardly , "If someone else sees you with that equipped... they'll probably go into final boss mode."