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“Zen... are ya sure?” Badd frowned, his eyes skimming through clothing that would break the definition of masculinity itself.
Of course, Badd wasn’t the type of person to adopt the toxic masculinity trait. He lets his sister practice her makeup skills on him and goes shopping with her for girls clothing for christ’s sake! Not that he was appalled by the thought of wearing anything less than masculine, he just wasn’t…
The delinquent took a quick peek in the nearby full body mirror to double check. Yep. Not a feminine body whatsoever. No soft curves, no appealing waist dips, no petite face—just a meathead in the mirror.
“Of course, you can definitely pull it off!” His little sister assures him, sorting through a rack of clothing. Despite the assurance from Zenko—Badd really didn’t need any new clothes; he didn’t need to buy any self-indulgent feminine clothing right now either. His wardrobe was just fine! His fashion sense was actually not that bad if he said so himself. Well, sure, all he had in his closet was tank tops, casual shorts, band shirts, (plus that one corset he bought for fun) and like 2 pairs of jeans but that doesn’t mean his style wasn’t versatile! He could pair all sorts of things together — like that one nice black shirt with the logo of a band he didn’t know about and a… the… a pair of shorts. Okay, so maybe he didn’t have a good fashion sense or a good wardrobe. But still, he really shouldn’t be spending money on himself. He’s still got bills to pay off, after all. (Not to mention Zenko’s future and everything. That definitely didn’t stress him out at all.)
Badd winces internally at the thought of the grocery bill which had recently started to chop off a good chunk off his bank (because of a certain someone ), frantically gesturing at his body to try and convince her to drop the topic. “But-Zenko, I don’t think I can fit in-“ She interrupted his spluttering protests with a squeal of delight as her eyes zeroed into a certain set of clothing. Oh, that glint in her eye really didn’t set well with him.
“Nonsense!” Zenko scolds Badd in the way she always does when she thinks he’s done or said something immature. The little menace kept talking as she tears down clothes from the rack like it owed her money. “There’s sizes for a reason!” Wow, was she discretely calling him fat or something???
Badd groans, knowing that she was in her stubborn streak right now. Obviously he’s got it too—they were siblings after all—but when it comes to Zenko it just goes. Poof . When he really needs it most. He knew his family trait all too well enough that he knows theres nothing he can do to change her mind now.
“Fine,” The bat wielder reluctantly gives into her whims, as always. “But i’m chopping off half’a yer shopping budget this month!”
“Deal.” Zenko easily agrees with unrelenting fire in her eyes. The rack of crop tops she was tormenting earlier was suddenly almost barren of clothing as she skipped off to her next victim—a shelf of skirts.
This is a really bad idea , his brain helpfully supplies.
Ya think i don’t know? He retorted back to his brain, watching his eleven-year-old sister tear into prey made of colourful fabric with vigour akin to fighting spirit.
Apparently, whatever God that was out there didn’t give two shits about his financial status.
———
After about a whole three hours of trial and error (and maybe a bit of wrestling highly unwanted clothes out of Zenko’s admittedly firm hands), Badd managed to get the stack of clothing to at least less than half the mountain it was when Zenko first shoved the clump into his arms. He counts it as a win—because even as his wallet felt significantly lighter, it was really hard trying to wrestle the offensive article of clothing away from her. He really did not want to own any bras (it was embarrassing enough to know that he fit into a C cup size), no thank you. Having shoppers stare at them incredulously as they were grappling with the bra was not an experience he wanted to go through ever again.
So now here he finds himself in his room half naked with more fabric in his hands than in his closet. It was kind of offensive.
“Okay. So,” Badd started awkwardly, staring at the mound of clothing he trusted Zenko that would fit him. “How do we start?”
The little menace in question grinned widely as she picked out a white skirt from the top of the pile. The mischievous grin she wore told him that he wasn’t going to be able to get out of this predicament easily.
Badd stepped into the bathroom with the clothes in tow, embarrassment lighting up his cheeks with red as he stared at the clothing that probably would not fit him. The elder sibling felt doubt start to trickle into his chest; what if he didn’t look good on him? Maybe he didn’t really want to do this… His already bruised ego was at stake here. But before he could open the door to state that he needed to disappoint his sister, she calls out with a shrill, “You better be changing in there! Im waiting!”
Fuck it. Badd sighed, tugging on the edges of the white skirt alongside the pastel pink crop top he was given.
Zenko assessed him as soon as he got out the bathroom, eyeing him critically. Badd felt himself grow warm with discomfort at the criticising look his sister was giving him. Okay, so maybe he didn’t look nice in feminine clothing so basically he just wasted his time, money and pride-
“Maybe something darker would fit you…” She finally stated after a long period of silence, turning back to the pile with a determined look on her face.
“What? Wait- so I don’t look bad or-?”
“You look good,” Zenko flashed a bright smile at him in reassurance, “It’s just the colour scheme doesn’t really fit your style.” She handed him another shirt colour—this time green— and a pair of jean shorts, pushing him back in through the door with a sharp order of, “Get in there! We still have a lot of work to do!”
He felt his anxiety dissipate. His little sis was the best.
———
Even before Badd could put one foot out of the bathroom, Zenko’s face scrunched up in dissatisfaction as she already began starting to usher him back in with a different set of clothing.
So he’ll take it that green isn’t his colour.
——
After stepping out from the bathroom (for what seemed to be like the umpteenth time) wearing a baby blue turtleneck sweater similar to his hero costume design and a grey skirt combined with thigh-high stockings, Zenko finally perked up with what seemed to be like an light bulb over her heard.
“Onii-chan, I should’ve just dressed you up in your typical colour scheme, why didn’t i think of this earlier?!” She exclaimed, like everything just clicked together in place for her. Confused and disoriented from the multiple different colour choices and being shoved into the bathroom for about the tenth time already, Badd took the clothing without complaint and closed the bathroom behind him in a daze.
The delinquent tugged on the cropped red turtleneck sweater, flushing slightly as it settled just below his chest line. Gods, it was embarrassing—why was it so damned short? He didn’t like the way it couldn’t cover any of his baby fat, stubborn as it was even with his vigorous workout sessions and monster-ass-kicking. He reached out to the next fabric he would have to suck up and put on- wait. Was that a fucking corset? How did-
“Zenko!” He shouts, glaring at the door and hoping that his glare got to her through it.
“Yeah, big bro?” She replied.
“How did ya get the-“ Badd flounders with his wording for a bit, slightly flustered. “The corset?”
“Oh, that? I was snooping through your measly clothing and found it.” She proudly proclaimed, like she hadn’t just gone through his personal wardrobe. “It was the only thing that was different from your boring closet, so i took it for you. Seeing that it was hidden under a pile of shirts, you were hiding it, right?” His little sister smartly stated. Damn, Why did she have to be so observant!
Badd grumbles under his breath, deciding not reply on that matter. Instead he complies and starts pulling on the black skirt, watching it flutter around his figure. Next, the corset, which he draws around his waist in an unnervingly familiar practice of tightening and lacing. Not because he’d already did it one too many times, no way. He wasn’t skilled in this at all.
While he was still halfway pulling up his first black stocking, he heard a muffled doorbell ring. Zenko had better not answer that and wait for him.
“I’ll get the door, big bro! Don’t worry about me, keep changing!”
And… of course . Everyone just doesn’t cooperate with him. Fan-fucking-tastic.
“Zenko, wait- don’t open the fuc-fudging door!” Badd corrects his language in the last second as he struggles to yank the damned stocking up his thighs. Holy shit, it was like trying to pull up his fucking jeans! He hops on his unclothed leg and multitasks, trying to unlock the bathroom door while wildly grabbing for the second stocking. The bat wielder manages to knock down a couple hair products and shampoo bottles in the process of blindly grabbing the fucking stocking from the towel rack. In the chaos, the panicking individual hears the telltale ‘click’ of a door opening and that just served to rile up his anxiety even more.
Somehow tugging up the second stocking in tandem as to when he unlocks the door, he scrambles for his bat abandoned on the floor and no joke damn near fucking teleports to the front door.
Lo-and-behold, in the doorway stands Garou in all his glory as he confusedly stares at Badd with his bat up (and getup), ready to swing at the ‘intruder’.
Upon seeing the person he was ready to maul, Badd suddenly slacks and leans all his weight onto his bat. “Holy sh- holy crap! ” He wheezes, dizzy from the whiplash he caused himself. “What the- Garou! Don’t ya usually enter through the window?”
“So you’d actually rather I enter through your window? I thought you hated that!” The white haired individual in question furrows his brows as he starts to take in Badd’s frazzled appearance. “Not like it matters anyway, I just wanted to keep you on your toes.”
The Ex-Hero Hunter suddenly peers more carefully at Badd’s clothing, lips pulling up into a smirk. “Oh, what’s this? Dressing up nicely for me now huh~?”
“What-?” The dazed hero looks down at his clothing, slowly remembering the questionable shit he was wearing. “Oh, fuck. ”
“Onii-Chan, language! Go pay the swear jar!”
“I’ll uh,” Badd felt his cheeks heat up in a flare, grinning at his boyfriend and his sister nervously. Whether it was from the attention Garou was giving his figure or being caught in this embarrassing situation, he doesn’t want to know. He jabs a shaky thumb towards the direction of the bathroom as he takes a step back. “I’ll… go change out of this now…”
“No, you can’t! You just put it on, and this is the best one so far!” Zenko complains, grabbing onto her brother’s arm before he could run away. The ravenette winces, predictably unable to deny his little sister. “Zenko-“
“Wait a damn second, ‘ best one so far’? ” He thought Garou’s stupidly hot smirk couldn’t get any larger, but the asshole’s alarmingly ever-growing smirk just proved him wrong. “So you’re telling me he has other outfits like this one?”
“Garou.”
“Yes he does! But obviously this one’s the best one, so he should wear this one more.”
“Oh yeah? I believe you. I bet nothing could beat the thing wrapped around his middle right now, or the stockings.”
“ Garou .”
The perpetrator in question appreciatively whistled at Badd’s attractive image that was perfectly accentuated by his clothing. The red and black combo—despite being the usual colours for the hero—really suited him anyway, and it didn’t disappoint. With the stockings wrapped tight around his thighs and the corset-skirt tugging at his waistline, he looked like a pretty wrapped up Christmas present.
“It isn’t Christmas just yet, but I appreciate my early gift, Badd.” Garou crowed, somehow suddenly behind him and tugging on the strings of the corset.
“ GAROU! ”
———
If the result was getting fucked into the mattress wearing everything but the turtleneck, that wasn’t anyone’s business but his.