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Fushimi loved paperwork, it always made sense and he knew exactly what it was supposed to be. Puzzling out the tricky classifications for some of the more obscure strains was always a fun puzzle. Dōmyōji’s reports on the other hand, always seemed to be the antithesis of paperwork and were giving him a headache. Thankfully it was early enough, and a Saturday his phone reminded him, that there was no one in the office to make his headache worse.
“Fushimi, you’re not on any assignment today, correct?” Awashima was suddenly behind him and he could hear she was not asking.
“No.”
“Good, I have a task for you, I’ll text you the location. Be there in thirty minutes. And bring Yata with you.”
“So, where are we going?” Yata’s voice was still thick with sleep, but it somehow still managed to sound cheerful. By the time he had called him, Kusanagi had already given Yata an equally vague mission with instructions to bring Fushimi along, so it definitely wasn’t official clan business. That left two likely possibilities in Fushimi’s mind, then again, Awashima wasn’t really the matchmaking type no matter how much Kusanagi was... He was probably overthinking it.
“Downtown.” No need to tell him the possibilities he was thinking, Yata still blushed whenever the topic of dating came up. Besides, it probably wasn’t going to be that anyway.
“And did she say anything more than Kusanagi’s, ‘Go here, now, bring Fushimi’?” Yata attempted to imitate Kusanagi, but his attempt was marred by a small yawn.
“No.”
“Did you even ask?”
“No, it’s called being a good employee, you wouldn’t know what that’s like.” Yata just stuck his tongue out at him. They continued along with Fushimi half-listening to Yata chattering about the new video game they had to play together while he became more and more nervous as they approached the location. He was close to suggesting they turn back (he was willing to risk death by Awashima to avoid the embarrassment of explaining they’d been set up to Yata), when a bustling set of some sort suddenly appeared in front of them.
A short blonde woman was directing everything from the front of the set and before Fushimi could suggest they go around the set that was most likely blocking their destination, she spotted them and charged. They were both wrapped in an embrace within seconds, despite their attempts to dodge. Luckily for her sake, their powers were gone, but Fushimi’s hands were still resting on his knives in case she tried anything funny.
“Ahh! I’m so glad you guys made it. Seri is a lifesaver!” Yata peered over her arms at Fushimi and mouthed, Do you know her? and only got a short shake of the head.
“You two are perfect!” At this she finally let them go and gave them a thoughtful look up and down. “I don’t know how she always does it, but Seri has never let me down. Except for that time she stole my first date outfit an hour before the date,” she placed her arm dramatically across her chest.
“How do you know the ice queen?” Yata demanded.
“Ice Queen? I’m gonna have to use that one. I’m Saori,” at their vacant looks she continued, “her sister? And when my models dropped out this morning I just knew I could count on her.”
“Models?”
“Did Seri not tell you anything about me? I’m a fashion designer. We’re in town for a photoshoot, but we only have the permit for today and can’t reschedule. So I gave her the two sizes I needed, preferably a couple, and here you are!” Her hands gestured at them and she barely stopped before bellowing, “Stefon, get these two their clothes and over to the changing rooms!” She barked a few more commands at the background bustle before she turned back to them again, “We’re really on a tight schedule today.”
Not even a minute later, they were ushered into separate cloth changing stalls with only a small bench and not even a mirror.
Yata was already upset that this mission was all about clothing of all things. And then he opened his garment bag. And immediately turned red, swore under his breath, and texted Fushimi.
Yatagarasu: do we rlly have to do this
Best TraitorFriend: Yes
Yatagarasu: but i will NOT wear these things
Best TraitorFriend: Kusanagi will kill you if you disrespect his wife. Do you want to test if that extends to her sister as well?
Yatagarasu: oh shit u rite
Yatagarasu: no laughing allowed
He sighed and pulled the dress out of the bag. How did girls even get these on? The bottom edge of the dress scratched him a few times, but once he struggled it over his head, the inside was smooth on his skin. There was a breeze around his underwear and he was grateful he was wearing his boxers today - it would have felt too much like being naked underneath with only briefs.
And then he had to struggle with the front lacing corset - it only frustrated him for a few minutes before he figured it out (and then Saori’s assistants had to redo it to make it fashion shoot ready).
He comforted himself at least Fushimi was probably encountering the same thing as he put on the jewelry, bonnet, and surprisingly sensible boots.
Fushimi was not much happier than Yata with the whole modeling situation, to him, paying attention to what he wore was already annoying enough. He didn’t need unnecessarily appealing layers on his skin, Scepter 4 was already lucky he wore his uniform.
He felt the clothing before he saw it, soft and silky and nice. The feeling surprised him only because he hadn’t even cared to check before. As he took off his jacket he paid more attention to it as well - standard suit jacket wear, probably expensive knowing Munakata. The vest was definitely smooth and slick. It just didn’t touch his skin very often. He supposed his button up shirt would be more comfortable without the stiffness of the collar and the extra starch he added when washing. His pants were scratchy and he’d been meaning to replace them for months now. But he had just decided to wear underwear again in the meantime. Which he was very grateful for now, because he didn’t know what they were doing with the clothes after the shoot.
He was dressed quickly, pausing only a moment to figure out what the weird waist buckled thing was meant to be worn before putting it over the shirt, covering the spot where the buttons paused. The shoulders of the shirt were studded and they matched the studded belt thing. His pants ballooned out and stopped just below the knees, it felt ridiculous. But that was the point of fashion, right?
Fushimi wasn’t surprised he was dressed before Yata, he was often more efficient than Yata. In the meantime he let his mind wander to what clothes Yata would be wearing. He knew it wouldn’t take much to make him blush, but his mind helpfully started feeding him images of Yata in little more than leather harnesses or just a collar and some underwear or maybe - his train of thought was cut short by the sight of Yata emerging from the dressing stall. His brain short circuited for a moment. A dress! He had only dreamed of seeing Yata in a dress. It was better than he had dreamed it would be.
“Hey! Stop staring,” Yata was bright red at Fushimi of all people staring at him like that. It wasn’t unpleasant, he just didn’t know how to handle it. It was a good thing his face was already red from the whole outfit or he would have had some explaining to do. He was extra aware of how good Fushimi looked and that made the whole situation worse, though he was thankful for the extra room in the skirt.
Shortly after Fushimi’s simple ‘tch’ in reply, they were shuffled off to the set. It wasn’t much, just a few sides of buildings that Saori had them stand in front of multiple times before settling on a gray concrete-ish backdrop for this set of outfits. Fushimi only let out a half smirk when Yata visibly blanched upon hearing there were more clothes to model.
The photographer was extremely enthusiastic and loud. Ordering them to look at him, look at each other, look away, no turn your head the other way. It was all going smoothly and Yata had almost forgotten he was ever uncomfortable in the first place.
“Great, one more and then we’re on to the next set. Kissing for this one, please.” Fushimi acted on autopilot, as he had been with all of the directions so far, and was halfway to Yata’s lips before he noticed the panicked look in his eyes and realized what he was about to do. He drew back and they just stared at each other. Yata’s face went from white to red to pink as he processed the request. Sure he had thought about kissing him, but it didn’t take a genius to finish the scene with a stabbing or otherwise violent act. The fact that Fushimi leaned in first and the guarded look on his face were screaming at Yata that his previous ideas might have been mistaken and to go for it. He wasn’t one for ignoring that voice in his head, so he went on his tiptoes and almost fell over, not expecting the heels of the boots. Fushimi, of course, caught him and as he pulled Yata back up towards him, Yata pulled his face down and kissed him. Fushimi stiffened for the briefest moment and kissed him back. It felt like the kiss went on forever and Yata’s heart was lifting when they were interrupted by the photographer.
“Perfect! Stefon should have the next set of clothes for you two, see you in 15 minutes.”
Yata blushed and kept looking at his feet (which helped him get safely to the changing stalls without incident) while Fushimi found himself feeling like this was all a dream and would disappear at any moment. He waited until they went into the stalls to talk to Yata.
Best TraitorFriend: We should go on a date.
Yatagarasu: yes wehn?
The response was instant, and both of them found themselves blushing.
Best TraitorFriend: Lunch and then arcade right after the shoot?
Yatagarasu: you bet
They both floated through the rest of the shoot, and thoroughly enjoyed all the other couple’s poses.
As they were heading out, Saori checked in on them and asked them to send her thanks to Seri once again.
“..can we keep the first set of clothes?” Yata asked in a small, embarrassed voice.
“Sorry, I need them for the show later this week, they did suit you guys so well though!” She waved them away from the almost packed away set, "I'll see what I can do."
And if a month later they received a large package from Saori, well no one needed to know exactly what they were doing with those clothes.