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"This is ridiculous. None of the other pieces fit, and this won't either."
Sara looked up, smiling impishly from her position at the edge of the bed. He had to scoff and look away.
"It would be silly to give up now," she told him. "Trust me, you look really good."
Somehow, the fact that he was blushing was more embarrassing than the risqué outfit she'd coaxed him into . Goddamn it. Was this karma? They were supposed to brainstorm together, but he kept making excuses to avoid it. In the end, Sara was left to her own devices.
Click.
Letting out a pleased hum, Sara sat back and admired her handiwork. The stockings and lace garter belt he borrowed were surprisingly comfortable. If not a little snug in the obvious places.
"Even for a last minute outfit, it somehow suits you. You're being a great sport about this, too!"
He let out an amused snort. It was easy for her to say something like that when her outfit was the right size. It was theoretically a maid uniform, but without any practicality to the design whatsoever . Calling the ensemble distracting would be a major understatement.
"I want to ask where you even found this stuff, but I feel like that knowledge could get me arrested."
She stood up beside him, examining what she could see of her own carefully curated look. The skirt was only a few inches of frills, with a matching satin black ribbon tied in her hair. Whatever answer she was looking for, apparently nothing came to mind. She shrugged.
"I mean, it fits the theme, right? That's all that really matters. Speaking of..."
Producing it from behind her back, Sara offered him one final prop. Fuzzy white rabbit ears on a headband. A cherry on top of the experimental fashion sundae that was Sou Hiyori. Her eyes had a eager sparkle to them that he couldn't argue with.
"Put these on! I'm a maid fantasy, you'll be a perfect bunny boy fantasy."
He perched the accessory on his head like a stupid velvet tiara. Despite his lack of enthusiasm, Sara clasped her hands together and beamed. He could only sigh, defeated. When she reacted like that, it felt like he was being mocked.
"Perfect! This prompt was the hardest one, but I think we'll knock it out of the park in the end. Let's share our submissions and then take a well-deserved break. We can --..."
Sara cut herself off, eyes wide with realization. Her brow furrowed, and he could see the instant that all the color drained from her face. His stomach sank. Whatever had occurred to her, it didn't look like good news.
"Wait. Sou, do you think they mean 'Fantasy' like... magic and dragons and stuff? Not like, 'what's your secret fantasy'?"
All at once, the room felt freezing cold. And not just because he was only a few inches of fabric away from complete nudity.
His expression must have been awful, because Sara looked horrified. She took a few cowering steps backward, unable to explain how the misunderstanding had happened . His skin burned with bottomless irritation.
In that instant, she had plunged him into icy black despair.
"Miss Sara..."
Even when he tried to get along with others, it still managed to blow up in his face. For a fleeting moment, it felt worth the embarrassment to make Sara happy. Now she had her hands clamped over her mouth, desperately trying to hold back her laughter. He'd never trust someone again until the day he died.
"It's your turn to die." He stepped forward, closing the distance between them. His hands gripped her shoulders, keeping her in place as he leaned in.
"And this time... I'll kill you myself."