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He's clad in a maids dress, arms folded over his chest as he stands in the room that is specifically for the cycling club and their cafe. It was supposed to be just butlers, but it didn't turn out that way. He and the first-year climber had been forced into maids dresses, and whilst the latter was more ecstatic about the fact, Arakita was not. He wanted to tear off the damn bow, rip the frilly apron off of him, cut the dress into pieces, and then burn everything together in the bonfire the school would have after the culture festival. His nails dig into his arms as he watches some of the team set up, Toudou tying his hair back into a ponytail and getting recipes in order. (Being the best cook on the team thus far came in handy for this festival, Toudou believes.)
“This is stupid. Majorly fucking stupid. Someone switch with me.”
“Would love to, Arakita,” Toudou tells him, turning his head over his shoulder as he writes down another thing for a recipe. “But the ladies prefer butlers.”
“I think you look rather lovely in it, Yasutomo.”
“Shut up, Shinkai! No one asked-”
When Arakita turns his head towards the red head, his words get stuck in his throat. Shinkai's dressed in a neat, white dress shirt, a black bow tie on the collar, and a black vest over the shirt. The sleeves are long, buttoned at the wrists, and white gloves are over his hands, making him seem more like a butler. There's black pants and a black waist apron, as well, that reaches his knees. His hair is pulled to the right, held by multi-coloured bobby pins – given by Toudou, who had several of them in case he broke or lost a headband – looking more better looking than he already was.
Okay, fuck this guy. He's not allowed to be a butler and have good looks. He should be illegal. Honestly, Shinkai needs to arrest himself with those handcuffs from that one police officers costume he had on a long while ago.
“-you..” Arakita finally finishes and turns his head away. Shinkai gives a questioning hum, raising an eyebrow.
“Something the matter, Yasutomo?”
“No,” Arakita says through his teeth and turns his back away from the red head, stomping across the floor to help set up. “Stupid fucking Shinkai and stupid fucking good looks..”
“Yasutomo?”
“Shut the fuck up, Shinkai!”
Shinkai had heard what the all-rounder said, and all he could do was chuckle over how Arakita was being right now. Just like an embarrassed maid; angry, but adorable.