If 'youth sizes' was code for 'the children's section in the back of the store that was filled with bright colours and cartoon t-shirts,' then Harpuia could kindly go stuff it.

Glaring in the guardian's direction, Zero petulantly grabbed the closest thing with a size S clothes hanger off the rack - barely even looking at what he was taking - as he grumbled, "Don't you have your own outfit to worry about?"

Honestly, none of these clothes really stood out to him as anything he cared to wear. All the styles seemed completely arbitrary, and Zero himself felt no preference for any of them, so a random pick was as good as any. But perhaps a striped shirt wasn't going to be the best thing for making him look less like a child...