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A girl’s uniform. Renzou hadn’t expected to get his hands on another one of these again. Not after the last disastrous time he’d attempted to crossdress. But this time, the activity was mission-approved! By Yukio of all people.
Yukio, who was looking pretty damn hot, dressed up in black firm-fitting tights and a skirt Renzou really wouldn’t mind getting his hands under. Even if doing so might earn him a bullet or two in unthinkable places.
Holy crap, has he done this before?
Renzou couldn’t imagine otherwise. Why else would Yukio have a wig like that at the ready?
He leered.
And because he truly had a death wish sometimes, Renzou decided to play with fire.
“Uh—hey, Teach? Could ya lend me a hand here, please?”
“Hm?” Yukio turned to look at him, tucking the synthetic hair behind his ear. And despite the stress Yukio had been putting himself under, he still approached him with a smile. Ever the attentive teacher. “Sure. What do you need help with?”
From this close up, Renzou was truly able to appreciate the level of detail Yukio had put into his makeup. A very faint dusting of blush. Lip liner to accentuate the curves of his lips. And the glossy finish.
Boy, what Renzou wouldn’t do to find out what flavor of lip gloss Yukio was wearing firsthand. Renzou was a sucker for lip gloss.
“So, um, I kinda wanted to try doing up my face a bit. But I’m not really sure where to start. Could ya give me some tips?”
Yukio considered Renzou’s face for a moment before he nodded. “Well I’m sure you don’t need me to tell you that pink is your color,” he said as he reached into his blazer’s pocket, producing a tube of pink tinted liquid. “I will likely never use this again, so if you don’t mind that I’ve used it once, you can have it. I can also get you the blush I used.”
Renzou’s eyes widened. And then, they were absolutely sparkling. He eagerly took the lipgloss into his hands, grinning—and just as quickly began to apply it.
Strawberry flavor. How sweet.
“Aw, Teach!” Renzou pressed his lips together to make sure they were fully coated and then stared straight into Yukio’s eyes with a sly grin.
“Indirect kisses are nice, but real ones are so much better. No need to be so shy~”
Yukio blinked in shock and it took almost a whole second before his face began burning red with the realization of what had just occurred.
“Wh-What are you talking about? I thought you were going to be serious for once, but you’re just fooling around…!” He crossed his arms, his voice lowering into an embarrassed hiss.
Of course, this demeanor only tied the whole look together further. The huffy glare. The reddening cheeks. And that luscious long curtain of hair hanging over his shoulders. Renzou kind of wished Yukio had slapped him with it. Yet at the same time, his heart gave a flutter when Yukio chose to stick around instead.
How tsundere~ Renzou thought with a widening grin.
“Sorry, sorry! I mean, offer’s always open for ya, Teach~ ❤️ But I really do need help with my makeup. Pretty please?” He clapped his hands together and put on a pleading pout.
“What do you mean open for me?” Yukio glared at him, but immediately turned his head away again. The flush in his cheeks burned so red, the blush disappeared into the color. “I-If you’re expecting me to put makeup on you after that stunt, you’re sorely mistaken! I can’t trust that you won’t do something weird…!”
Oh, Renzou was tempted. Very much so. But he wondered if by playing the long game, he might just earn himself his young teacher’s affections.
(It hadn’t worked on Izumo so far, but Renzou was nothing if not persistent.)
“Teaaaach,” Renzou whined, putting on a hurt expression to cajole Yukio into sticking around. “Why all the sudden distrust?! A guy’s allowed to admire a pretty face, ain’t he? I won’t do anything weird! Promise!”
Yukio stammered and sputtered. “P-P-Pretty?!”
It was truly a treat to see Yukio like this, when normally his walls and fake smiles were up full force. Renzou had managed to wiggle underneath them, catch him off guard, and Yukio was struggling to find a way to bring them back up.
Maybe I will manage to steal a real kiss from those pretty lips after all, Renzou thought with a widening, optimistic grin.
But just as Renzou opened his mouth to try his luck, a truly terrible voice cut through his efforts.
"Oi, Shima."
That snappish, no-nonsense tone. The disapproving glare digging into his back.
Oh, for the love of all that is good and holy, Bon. Please, don't—
“What kinda bullshit are you spoutin’ now, huh?” Ryuuji was approaching, looking decidedly less pretty than his current target. “Don’t tell me you’re still findin’ ways to be your damn perverted self.”
"Hey—first of all, rude! Don't make it sound like I have to try that hard! I've got this down to an art, Bon! An art!" Renzou couldn't help but to come to his own defense, speaking faster than he could think it through.
"And second of all—!" Here, Renzou turned back to look at Yukio, ready to sing an ode to his bewitching looks. Unfortunately, Yukio had made good use of his distraction to make a quick escape.
Darn it.
"Argh, Bon! You jerk!!! Why did you come over to interrupt me?!"
As he vented his irritation at his childhood friend, it allowed Renzou to find that little hope once more. Maybe next time.