The slight hesitation was something he had been expecting of her, there was no mistaking catching on to it when she answered him. She was still willing to try, which made him feel a little better about helping her out with this. He was not usually one for shopping for new clothes unless it was absolutely necessary; his attire was simple and nothing he wore was too out of the ordinary like some modern styles and he was not the type of man to dress up though he always did dress nicely. He just wore casual clothes that always seemed to suit him well. In his opinion there was no need for fancy accessories, and letâ€™s face it: some modern styles were just plain ridiculous. Why would people want holes in their pants or even want to wear tight pants regardless of gender? Surely it was uncomfortable, and he was someone who would much rather wear comfortable clothes. That being said, he was not expecting her to choose clothes that were similar to his. He was a man for one, and he wanted her to develop her own taste in style once she got a better idea of what the clothing was like.<br/><br/>Then again, glancing around, there were some things that said they were for men that he could not help but question. For example, while he walked with her through the store he noticed that there was a pair of green and yellow plaid pants that he would not be caught dead in. They looked more like something a younger, rebellious teenage female would wear than a male.<br/><br/>At least the prices were reasonable in this store. Since Shizu seemed to pick the cheaper of the stores around this area so perhaps this would go easier than he expected, namely on his wallet. However, she had left him to decide on something for her to give her a better idea of what she should wear and that was what was difficult for him. How the hell was he supposed to know what she would like or what her size would be when it came to pantsâ€¦ and bras especially. That was a subject he would much rather avoid for various reasons, but the main reason being he didnâ€™t want to insult her in any way. His level of discomfort rose a bit and he couldnâ€™t help but sigh as he glanced around the clothes, hoping he didnâ€™t seem too awkward to the people around him. There was only one other time he had to shop for a woman, but it has been at least nine years since then though the memory was something that was enjoyable. He remembered buying her a simple dress shirt and how much she loved it so much that she smiled and expressed her thanks with a hug.<br/><br/>When he finally found a simple blouse that had a similar pattern that her kimono did, he returned to her and held it out where she could take in the appearance carefully, â€œWill this be alright?â€ He was slightly hesitant but he managed to grin slightly. He tried to keep a nonchalant look on his face but it was obvious he wasnâ€™t comfortable picking out clothes for her. It was a start, right? He was indeed stepping out of his comfort zone a bit here. If she liked it maybe she could build off of it like she had said about finding something on her own and he would feel less uncomfortable about this. If she didnâ€™t, there were plenty clothes around, perhaps he could simply find something else for her until she was satisfied. Maybe she wanted a dress? He was trying to picture her in a few different styles of clothes but it only added to his discomfort. What made it worse was she said that she didnâ€™t really know how to wear these clothes. He couldnâ€™t help but stare a little but at the same time he gave a nod of understanding.<br/><br/>Of course she wouldnâ€™t know how to wear these clothesâ€¦ though he was sure it was self explanatory and she didnâ€™t need his help with it. How was he supposed to help her? Did she want him to dress her? Was he supposed to take his own clothes off and do a little demonstration? At first he thought she would be the one who was uncomfortable, but in the end it was he who was uncomfortable with this. Perhaps he should put a little more thought about what he was getting himself into, but he knew that this would do her some good. He wasnâ€™t about to back out of this now after all. As he always had, he took a moment to collect his thoughts before he answered her again, â€œHonestly, I do not quite understand what you mean when you say you do not have any idea how to wear these clothes.â€ He told her quietly as he unbuttoned the blouse, feeling slightly embarased that he didn't understand. â€œYou just slide your arms through the sleeves and work with the buttons, making sure they are aligned, until each button hole is filled.â€<br/><br/>It was probably a crappy explanation but it was the best he could come up with. People were probably staring now. He really was being honest, though. â€œOf course I could alwaysâ€¦ demonstrate if you truly are having trouble figuring it outâ€¦â€ It was his turn to be hesitant. It sounded like he was being facetious but he was actually being rather serious. It probably came from being rather uncomfortable; he doesnâ€™t usually handle being uncomfortable very well though over the years he has learned to keep himself calm and not make it too obvious. Hopefully she wouldnâ€™t need that, surely she would rather not see him shirtless, but if it had to be done then it had to be done. He supposed he wouldnâ€™t have a problem with showing her how to put a shit on, even if his was simply a button-up shirt and not a blouse. Perhaps this was part of him being a teacher, showing her about this new world that she would slowly be calling home.<br/><br/>That being said, what would he do once it came down to finding her a pair of pants, or perhaps a skirt? He couldnâ€™t really demonstrate putting on a skirt, he would never bring himself to do that, and he wasnâ€™t too fond of her seeing him in his underwear either way. Then he really would feel like some creepy pervert. Maybe he was thinking too much into this...