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Katsuki Yuuri was a rich city boy from Tokyo.
He had everything from expensive, local things from Japan to high-priced, imported objects from the United States. His clothes were made with beautiful, dear materials made especially for the Katsuki family. His jewels were pristine and always shining, day or night. His family ran three, high-quality onsens in Japan, and all of them were the biggest in the prefecture they were in. He ate the best food around, and was always treated as an A celebrity wherever he went.
One thing, though. He was home-schooled.
Rich, pretty, boys in anime or manga always had the cliché of being home-schooled. Sadly, he lived in that cliché. Katsuki Yuuri is about to attend Aoba High.
An all-boys school for the super-rich. His family took interest into this school, and he... couldn't do anything.
In all honesty, he wanted to attend a normal, public school. Like everyone else. But, no. When your family is the richest in Japan, one of the most advanced countries, studying in a fancy school was a must.
His older sister, Katsuki Mari, attended Ouran Highschool. A school also for the super-rich, but accepted any student, girl or boy. She's quite fond of a club called the Host Club, and Yuuri obviously knew why.
She had an advantage, though. She went home, but Yuuri, no. He has to stay in this school, have a roommate and such. He liked being alone, no way he's gonna survive with a roommate.
The ravenette took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. He opened his eyes, and looked up.
The school was shining. Its logo, it was out there. The exterior looked marvelous. Similar to his house, it had a white gate with gold touches. The front of the school had a fountain, cascading over the top of the wall into a pool-like area in the inner courtyard. The sound of the water acted as a wonderful sound for the quiet atmosphere around him. He walked further, the pristine, cobbled stones acting up to the tick of his shoes.
Licking his lips, he looked for the Headmaster's Office. Yuuri was told it was on the ground floor, the floor which he was in at the moment. He walked through the quiet and dim hallways, his breath steady, calm, and collected. He found the Headmaster's Office, the door was majestic and long. Made out of wood.
The ravenette knocked three times, and it opened, as if it was magic. There, a man with long, silver hair and striking green eyes sat. He looked like he was in his forties. Even so, he looked pretty young for his age.
Yuuri looked at the sign.
Headmaster Vitaly Nikiforov .
“I – uhm, hello, sir. I'm - “ Yuuri started, the man interrupted and smiled.
“Yes, Katsuki Yuuri. My, my! You were so young since I last saw you. Please, take a seat.”
He did as told, the brown-eyed boy sat down in one of the expensive-looking chairs. Yuuri nervously smiled and sat up straight, displaying his rich-boy etiquette. The headmaster smiled back, and cracked his fingers.
“Are you aware of the categories?” he asked him slowly, Yuuri nodded. He was aware.
This school was very judgemental, to say the least. The boys were classified into three. Normals, Princes, and Princesses.
Normals were boys who looked average, and would fit the definition of average. Probably around 5”6', haircut wasn't anything special, posture was sloppy, but not too sloppy. They didn't want to be classified. They chose to be a Normal.
Princes, however, were boys who were flashy, sleek, tall, seme-like boys who were known to melt the hearts of girls. Boys who had a high school idol aura around them. They wanted to be classified, and the headmaster classified them as Princes.
Princesses, they were very interesting. They're boys with shy, cute, and uke-like auras around them. Yuuri fits in this category a lot. But the twist is, since this school is boy-centric, the Princesses give a girly atmosphere by cross-dressing as girls during Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays. They either accept being a Princess, or be classified as a Normal. It's very rare for a Princess to turn down being a Princess and identify as a Normal.
“Do you want to be classified?” the headmaster asked once again. Now, this was hard. Did he want to classified? Or did he not? He didn't mind cross-dressing, because he liked it. But, doing it every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday might be a hassle. He thought hard about his decision.
Finally, he decided. He wanted to be classified.
“Yes,”
The headmaster aggressively stood up, and ran to the door behind him. He opened it, and there were three women with all kinds of tools. They were holding measuring tools, probably for his height. They rushed to Yuuri and ordered him to stand up. He did, and they started measuring.
“Hips, good,” one muttered. They all had the same uniforms in different colours, all of them had bows. This woman had a red bow.
“His height – yeah, good,” the one with the yellow bow whispered.
The last woman, who had a pink bow, stretched his cheeks and looked at his features. She even ruffled his hair and took off his glasses. The woman put his glasses back on and continued to check his hair.
“Stop!” the headmaster shrieked. It wasn't an angry shriek or anything, it just was just a little signal for them to stop.
“Results?” he asked.
“Princess.”
That was expected. He can't wait to crossdress.
“Welcome to Aoba High, Katsuki Yuuri-kun,”
...
Yuuri cringed. His mind was always somewhere during Math.
That was a year ago, when he first attended Aoba High. He remembered his first year quite well. Incidents that happened when he first cross-dressed. When he first arrived at his dorm, he was greeted by a Thai transfer student, who was a Normal. The Thai boy had a huge smile on his face and gave him a very warm welcome. He remembered how empty their room was, plain white sheets with no posters. The gold was so visible and nice, but now, it was still gold, the cleaning they did reduced, though. Yuuri smiled to himself and paid attention to class.
He adjusted his skirt, and moved around in his chair for comfort. The ravenette looked somewhere and then... his brown eyes met with familiar blue ones.
Ugh, Viktor Nikiforov, Yuuri thought. This is so similar to a BL I read, forbidden love and all. It's not even love, but it's forbidden. Argh, damn it.
Yuuri looked away, and paid even more attention to class. He knew that the Prince was frowning, but he didn't really care.
"Class dismissed,"
Yuuri packed his things, and met up with his best friend, Phichit Chulanont, the Thai boy who gave him a warm welcome. His first friend, even.
The brown-eyed boy smiled. "Seung-Gil was looking at you," Phichit started to redden. He hit the older boy and huffed. Yuuri burst into laughter and gripped his books tight. The two of them chatted and joked around, the Thai boy started blabbering about his hamsters, and Yuuri found it enjoyable. He did adore Phichit's pet hamsters, whenever Yuuri was sad, he would play with them, and it always made him feel better.
"I'm thinking about getting a new hamster, Snow and Chika are bored with each other," he stated. Yuuri agreed, both hamsters have been with each other for two years, and they're in need of a new friend.
Yuuri sighed. "Hm, you should get another snow. Make Chika jealous." he laughed. Phichit glared at him but giggled afterwards.
"Yeah, I can make a new hamster drama. The Revenge of The Brown-Furred, coming to cinemas," he joked, both of them laughed at that. Days like these were nice and calm.
Yuuri fixed his skirt. "Ah, I think I got some coffee on my uniform. Ugh, why isn't it Friday?! I love wearing the navy one."
Phichit shrugged. "Life is quite unfair, Yuuri," he stated and sighed. It was true, though. Life was kind-of unfair.
"Never mind, when we have gym, I'll just keep the shorts on. At least they're dark."
The black-eyed boy nodded, and they proceeded to walk.
...
Viktor ran as fast as he could.
Why are girls here? What the hell? This is supposed to be an all-boys school!, he thought to himself. He breathed heavily, gasping for air. His sweat was dripping, and he wanted to collapse.
"God damn it, papa. Why did you sort me as a Prince?"
Viktor Nikiforov was the headmaster's heir. Of course, Viktor also had a sister, but she was sent to another school. Gah, he hated being a Prince. He wanted to be a Normal, but either way, he would be chased as well, since he had his father's good looks.
That's narcissistic, but I'll go with it, he thought once more. He went inside the bathroom stall and sat down on the toilet. The platinum-haired boy slicked back his fringe. God, he was tired as shit. He ran for thirty whole minutes away from the swarm of girls. Now, thinking about it, his dad did mention about an all-girls school visiting. He noticed one girl though, who was just sitting there, drawing. She had tanned skin and purple eyes. She looked familiar.
"Phichit, wait for me. Here, hold my books. Thanks."
Katsuki Yuuri, Grade A Princess .
Katsuki Yuuri is a Princess here at Aoba High, he willingly took the position as a Princess and gladly cross-dressed. His form was beautiful as well, whenever he cross-dressed, he was the one who looked the most feminine. Yeah, breasts were present, and they were in a perfect size. Not too huge. Even if he wasn't cross-dressing, he's also fawned over by many boys. And girls, maybe. Whenever he didn't, he always had slicked back hair, and he wore lenses instead of glasses. Oozing with eros, Katsuki Yuuri was a beautiful human being.
And like any other BL set-up, Viktor was attracted to him.
He's always confused, because, he loved how Yuuri looked whenever he cross-dressed. His face was pure and soft, he was pretty as heck. His realistic wig made him look like a girl. His feminine features were always enhanced using makeup, and he's really good at it. But, on the other hand, whenever Yuuri didn't cross-dress, his features becomes manlier (and sexier). He may not be the most muscular guy, but he looked handsome and his essence was eros. He wasn't the uke-like boy he was when they were first years, no. He turned into this sexy beast who works so well as a trap.
The first thing Viktor noticed was that he was quiet. His voice was as delicate as glass, flowing like milk and almost as sugary as honey. There was something about the way his dull, coffee-colored eyes met his blue ones, something about the pink tinge dusted across his cheeks or the way his smaller, creamier hands seemed so skilled. He was not outright masculine nor feminine. Everything about Yuuri was mysterious but beautiful, all the same, and Viktor found himself drawn to him as if in a trance.
"Thanks for holding, these, Phichit! Come on, they're selling sushi."
Viktor opened the stall's door, and saw Yuuri. Their eyes met, and the blue-eyed Prince couldn't say anything. I mean, they weren't even allowed to. But, he wanted to say something so bad. His features were more feminine than usual, he was wearing the gym uniform. Viktor couldn't help but stare. How did he hide his bu - you know what, he's not even gonna ask.
Yuuri smiled sadly at him, and continued to their walk to the cafeteria.
"Damn,"
...
uniform for Princesses ;; normal ones are for M W, and the black one are for F
uniforms for Princes ;; traditional
gym uniforms for Princesses ;;
they're like track suits,, without the long sleeves, and they're short,, navy coloured,, I CAN'T FIND DRAWINGS OF THAT SHITHNJYOJYO
but if they like, they could wear those kinky ass gym uniforms lmao
(p.s i play the sims,,, i have these and they're really good lmao)