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"Alright, come on out now Weisz," Rebecca teased from the other side of the Dress Factory's door. Weisz could hear her snickering to herself, and it pissed him off more than anything - but he'd lost another one of their many bets, and once again he had to face the consequences.
"Fine, but you'd better keep that B-cube of yours far away if you know what's good for you."
"No promises!"
Weisz grumbled to himself, "Just you wait until I win one of these, you've got another thing coming."
"I'm not sure that's even possible."
Her unwavering confidence had him clenching his fists. The joy she took in humiliating him was nothing short of villainous. He took a deep breath and opened the door, soon after met with a grin painted devilishly across Rebecca's face.
He was dressed, of course, in an outfit of her choosing - and it was no surprise she chose the cute little maid number, complete with cat ears to suit her personal taste. The black fabric clung to his body, flowed outward at the waist and was so short it barely covered the unmentionables. Complete with matching black thigh-highs it was quite the ensemble.
"Oh, how cute!" She sang, clapping her hands together and fully taking in the sight.
Weisz clutched the fabric of the skirt, his cheeks stained pink. Nothing, nothing, he had ever been made to do on Norma was near as embarrassing as this. "I knew I shouldn't have got on this blasted ship."
"Alright," the blonde woman goaded, holding up her B-cube, "now do a little twirl for the camera!"
"Rebecca…"
She raised her eyebrows, and motioned for him to follow her request. He sheepishly obeyed, spinning carefully as not to allow the skirt to fly up.
"There's no way this could get any worse…"
And so it did.
Finding his balance again, he noticed a figure walk by the hall they were standing in. A certain spiky haired man, to be precise. He did a double take before bounding down the hall towards Weisz.
"Weisz?!"
"Great," the blonde put his hand to his forehead, trying to hide the obvious embarrassment in his eyes "There's no way the Demon King will ever let me live this one down."
Shiki stopped in his tracks and looked Weisz up and down, trying to process what exactly he had walked in on. He began to sweat under Shiki's gaze.
"Why are you wearing an outfit like this, Weisz?" He tilted his head in confusion.
The blonde sighed. He pointed towards Rebecca with disdain, " This one decided she wanted to dress me up as punishment for losing to her at a video game I distinctly remember her saying she had never played before."
"I hadn't," she clicked her bcube back onto her choker and stood sassily with her hands on her hips, "I'm just that good. So tough love!"
"Whatever."
He crossed his arms, completely exasperated at the situation. Now that the both of them were both together, he half expected them to gang up on him.
"Well it's a good thing you lost then," Shiki smiled from ear to ear, "because you look cute, Weisz!"
His eyes shot wide open, and his face was entirely red after hearing such words come from the other man. Weisz wondered if he was just teasing him, but knowing Shiki he probably meant it wholeheartedly.
"Oh?" Rebecca broke the silence, "Cute, huh?"
Shiki nodded, sliding closer to him. He wrapped his arms around Weisz's waist and rested his head neatly on his shoulder, "Especially cute because it's Weisz."
Heart beating rapidly, Weisz gulped. He put his hand on Shiki's head and rustled his hair. Quite frankly, he hadn't a response to something so sweet.
Rebecca made a disgusted sound, playfully teasing the two, "Gross, get a room!"
Weisz craned his head over to lock eyes with her, and stuck his tongue out in retaliation. She shook her head.
"Alright, I've had my fun. He's all yours now, Shiki."
She walked away, disappearing around the corner of the intersecting hallways. Weisz felt relief having narrowly escaped the persistent ridicule. He grinned at the black haired boy.
"You've saved me from that evil sorceress Shiki, I'm grateful for that."
Shiki let go of the blonde, jokingly saluting him, "I'm glad to be of help!"
"Alright," Weisz stretched his arms behind his head, the elastic of the cap sleeves being pulled to their limit at the size of his biceps. "I'll go and put on something less embarrassing, and then we can go eat something together."
He turned to walk away, when he felt Shiki's arms wrap around his torso from behind. He held on tight, their bodies flush against one another. A bit surprised, Weisz froze in place.
"Y-you should keep this on," Shiki said under his breath, seemingly with a hint of shyness to his words.
"What? But wh-" his voice trailed off when he realized that he was being poked at from behind by something rather tenacious of Shiki's. Just when he thought the embarrassment had been quelled, the pink in his cheeks resurfaced. "Oh…"
"You don't have to," he dove into Weisz's back, scrambling to cover his face. "But it really makes me want to kiss you...and stuff."
He was cute. Too cute, in fact.
"Well," the blonde coughed, covering up his own eagerness. "If it's for you, I suppose I don't mind. We can do whatever you'd like."