[Easier but now Komaeda doesn't know where to put his eyes. At all. He's staring. Then flushing and pointedly not staring. The he's refocusing on trying to pry her shirt out of his hand which seems determined to stay clenched around it.]

Hinata-kun made it for me, since I lost mine.

[Well. Since he cut his off and... yeah long story.]

I'm trying. It's just locked up. I'm sure I can pry it open. [An apologetic smile.] Sorry. This is a really terrible way to meet someone too.