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Finding his St Flora uniform in the storeroom filled him with nostalgia; even after years, it remained neat, its colors unfading. Smiling, he brought it to his bedroom.
However, the collar remained unkempt no matter how hard he tried to knot the tie properly, and he buttoned up the blazer with much struggle. The mirror before him reflected the mess he was in: the blazer was pulled to one side, and the sleeves of the dress shirt within were peeking out.
Homare swore he had only grown six centimeters taller since graduation, but why did the uniform feel extremely constricting?