Hayato manages to get his pants on without a problem, and half his shirt, but the damaged left arm doesn't want to lift up enough to get through his shirt. He grunts and pauses getting dressed. A blush of embarrassment spreads across his cheeks. Usually he would just find another shirt to wear as opposed to asking for help, but this is Ryuutaro. He's seen him at his best and at his worst. They were together in every way, so-

"Um... R-Ryuutaro.... could you... um... help me?"