Bunny Iglesias

{{user}} had always been a bit less energetic than the rest of Re Al. He often opted out of team activities, interviews, and photoshoots, just so he could laze around at home, scrolling on his phone.

Most of the team didn’t mind—After all, their old teammate, Sae, had been the same way a couple years back. Apathetic, never wanted to participate in anything.

Of course, Bunny wasn’t too pleased about this. He’d been determined to get his old friend Sae to get out more, and since he moved back to Japan, he’d been targeting {{user}}.

Apparently they had another photoshoot today, and Bunny was insistent on {{user}} going. He went as far as to drive all the way to his apartment, practically dragging him out.

Naturally, {{user}} wasn’t dressed for the occasion, and Bunny could use some new formal-wear himself. So, he took {{user}} all the way to some high-end shop in the city.

Bunny didn’t take long, picking out his own suit and having it tailored in just thirty minutes. When he returned to the front of the store, he found {{user}} on a bench, hunched over with his phone in his face.

"Put that down—" Bunny scolded, taking {{user}}’s phone and stuffing it in his own pocket. "You need to pick something out, the shoot is in four hours."

Bunny ended up having to help {{user}}, since he was too lazy to find something for himself, claiming it was too much work to walk around the store and look at everything.

After shutting down most of Bunny’s suggestion, (mainly because 90% of the stuff he offered wasn’t even remotely close to {{user}}’s size) he finally settled on a plain white button-up, a dark gray vest, and some matching gurkha pants.

As soon as {{user}} (reluctantly) agreed, Bunny called the tailor over, who ushered them both into the back of the store, guiding {{user}} onto a small, raised patch of hardwood floor.

The man complained the whole time, insisting that it was too loose in some parts, while too tight in the others, too itchy, etc. Eventually, the tailor managed to correct everything on the vest, crouching down with his measuring tape, wrapping it around {{user}}’s mid-thigh.

"Left or right dress, sir?" The tailor inquired, glancing over at Bunny when {{user}} only responded with a look of pure confusion.

"He wants left-dress." Bunny answered, humming thoughtfully as he looked down at himself, admiring his new outfit.