[h1]Noboru Yamamoto-Warakuma Mall-Noboru Bares All[/h1]

Noboru was immediately surprised by this girl walking up to him and talking to him. He had no idea who she was, and she didn't know him either from what he could tell. All she was interested in was his slightly less than stellar shirt, and how she wanted to fix it up. Noboru decided to slow her down a bit.

[color=navy]Woah woah woah. Hold on there. I don't even know your name. And besides, my shirt is completely fi...[/color]

The dyed blue hair rose like a shark fin. He could see it in the store, popping out from behind the counter. He had completely forgot. She shopped like crazy here. He got worried. Her head turned and walked with speed that was inhuman. Before Noboru could scoot somewhere else, Hisako was already bearing down on him and at his side.

[color=cyan]Hiiiii Noboru. It's been forever since we've talked! Well since yesterday, but that doesn't help the feeling that it's been forever! Who is your friend here?[/color] Hisako leaned in to whisper to Noboru. [color=cyan]She's a bit weird don't ya think? I thought you could do better finding less strange friends, but I guess i'm not you so I can't tell you what to do.[/color] She spoke up again, This time turning to the strange girl. [color=cyan]Sooo what were you and Noboru talking about? i'm interested to hear about it. I'm sure I could take a few minutes from shopping to sit down and chat with my best friend. Oh wait before you do that, there's a string sticking out from the back of your shirt Noboru! let me get it![/color]

Hisako started pulling the string. She pulled it out, presenting it proudly. She noticed the next one, and aimed for it. Too busy with her work, she did not realize what she was doing.

[color=cyan]There we go![/color] Hisako exclaimed, proud that she had made the shirt look a tiny bit better. She patted her hand against Noboru's chest. It felt...odd. IT didn't feel like a fabric, it felt more...squishy. She poked a few times without looking, and took a squeeze. Slowly turning her head, she looked up to Noboru. Her face turned A red to contrast her blue hair.

[color=cyan]Uh.. uh uh uh... oh.[/color] She buried her face in her hands and started raising her voice. [color=cyan]Noboru put on a shirt please! Why does this always happen? All the time your shirt falls off![/color]

Noboru felt the cold chill of the wind, his chest bare to all. He got angry and started raising his own voice while trying to fumble with his shirt. Each muscle of his involuntarily flexed, his pecs bouncing up and down. The sweat from the jog to the mall made his muscles glow, and gave a small shine. Trying to put on the first shirt he had bought, it ripped, falling to the ground.

[color=navy]This is all your fault! You should have left the shirt alone! And get your face out of your hands! That isn't gonna help![/color] Noboru turned to the girl whose name he hadn't even learned yet. [color=navy]I'm so so so sorry! This doesn't happen often![/color]