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There are a lot of jarring things a sole heir of a multi-billionaire company could wake up to. A kidnapping attempt, for one—yes, Reo has actually been through that. Or, sometimes, the shouting matches of his parents when they busily argue over the change in stock value and a recent fall of the country’s currency value.
Having the best-friend that you’re secretly hopelessly in love with straddling your hips while wearing a frilly maid outfit is definitely the last thing on the list Reo would’ve expected.
It is. Jarring.
“What the hell, Nagi.”
The said best-friend tilts his head slowly as his piercing gaze examines Reo silently. Reo can’t help but squirm under that gaze. Nagi just has that effect on him.
Finally, after a full minute of awkward silence, Nagi decides to break the thick tension in the room. “Surprise?”
“Huh?”
The way Nagi phrases it as a question has Reo dumbfounded. Opening his mouth once again, Reo is about to ask his best-friend to elaborate, but Nagi beats him to the punch.
“Today is your birthday,” Nagi says simply, as if that’s enough explanation as to why he decided that kneeling on his best-friend while wearing a maid outfit is a good idea for a birthday surprise.
‘Actually, nevermind,’ Reo decides.
Despite being someone who’s always complaining that coming up with ideas is such a pain, Nagi often comes up with ridiculous ideas of his own. Part of it is probably the influence of social media; Reo forever regrets the day he thought introducing TikTok to Nagi was a good idea.
Still, the crossdressing thing is definitely new, and Reo totally did not see it coming. Reo is certain there hasn’t been any rise in the crossdressing trend in social media lately—and yes, he knows this, because monitoring how his own image portrayed in social media is must as a nepotism baby of a multi-billionaire family company who’s been doomed as a gossip fodder for public since the moment he was born.
Perhaps bothered by his silence, Nagi speaks up again, “Do you not like it?”
“Uh.”
Reo licks his lip nervously. He sucks at lying most of the time, but he definitely does not want to hurt his precious treasure’s feelings.
“It is…very surprising,” he settles lamely. When Nagi keeps staring at him expectantly, he awkwardly adds, “You’re, um, cute. It looks good on you.”
Now, that’s half a lie. He thinks the outfit actually looks ridiculous on Nagi. But his dear treasure is cute—at least that part alone is true.
Alas, it seems Nagi is not satisfied with that praise alone.
“You don’t look too surprised.”
“I-I am! That was surprising! You got me, haha—”
“…and only ‘cute’ huh? Not sexy?”
Reo’s jaws drop comically wide. Only now that the pieces come back to him and his brain manages to figure out the full picture.
“Y-You— W-Why— What made you think I’m into this sort of thing?!” Reo splutters.
Nagi blinks owlishly. “You’re not?”
“Huh?!”
Reo abruptly backtracks. ‘Is perhaps my treasure into this sort of thing?!’
Awkwardly attempting to get up—which has proven to be a quite difficult feat with Nagi sitting dangerously close to his crotch—Reo threads his next words carefully.
“L-Look, I’m not kinkshaming you or anything okay? I mean, i-if you’re into crossdressing that’s perfectly fine! I totally support your, uh, hobby? But—”
“No, I’m not,” Nagi says, effectively cutting off his rambling. “But I thought you’re into this.”
“Where did you even get that idea?!” Reo squeaks.
Even just thinking about it makes his face heat up. He can already imagine the headlines if words ever get out that the sole heir of Mikage Corp. is a closeted kinky pervert with a crossdressing fetish. He shudders. As much as he doesn’t want to kinkshame anyone, he’s really not into that.
As Reo goes through his inner crisis, Nagi stays put in his position on Reo’s lap and stares at his best-friend with an unreadable expression.
“I saw it,” Nagi finally speaks up.
“Huh? Saw…what?”
“Your browsing history,” Nagi says simply. “It’s okay, Reo. It’s just me. You don’t have to keep it a secret from me.”
Reo tries to find his voice back to no avail. His mind hastily whirls back to all the things he’d looked up on the internet lately and anything that could possibly lead to this awkward misunderstanding.
“…Wait. You’re snooping in my browser history?!”
“No. It was just there and I saw it.” Noticing Reo’s clueless face, Nagi goes on, “Remember when we did that science project together and you stayed the night at my place?”
“Yes…?”
“I asked to borrow your laptop when you’re in the shower. I saw ‘maid costume for boys’ all over your search history.”
Reo stares, hastily jogging his memory to that particular day and… gasps.
“Oh my God! T-That’s not what you think it is!”
Reo flushes brightly. He remembers now. He remembers the root of this whole misunderstanding.
“I w-was just looking for maid costume designs because my class is planning to do Maid Cafe for the upcoming school festival and they want all the boys to also wear maid costumes. It has absolutely nothing to do with my sexual preference!”
How Nagi even came to that conclusion is unbelievable. Just what kind of porn does his best-friend watch?!
…Actually, nevermind, he probably shouldn’t start wondering about it.
Staring at him impassively, Nagi only utters a simple “oh” before practically ripping out the costume and throwing it carelessly to the corner of the room.
Reo almost chokes on his own spit to find his dear treasure is literally naked sans his boxer under that ridiculously frilly dress.
“Good, then,” Nagi says. He jumps off of Reo’s lap and stretches his limbs like nothing happened. “Well, to be honest, I don’t really like that dress either. It’s a pain to wear something like that in bed.”
As he watches Nagi casually rummaging through his wardrobe as if he owns it, a realization suddenly strikes Reo.
“W-Wait! Nagi! W-What were you even planning to do if I was actually into it?!”
Nagi gives him a boring stare, as if to say Reo’s question is dumb. Maybe it is.
“Isn’t it obvious?” Nagi drawls lazily. “We would have sex, duh.”
“But we’re not even dating?!”
“We did masturbate together when we watched that porn DVD Bachira slipped in my bag, though. Having sex is just taking that to another level, right?”
Great. Now Reo’s mind is filled with flashbacks of that super awkward porn watching session. To this day Reo isn’t even sure yet whether to hate Bachira or actually thank him for it.
“Whatever,” Nagi mutters. His voice is muffled by the flannel checkered shirt he has decided to steal from Reo’s wardrobe. “C’mon, Reo. Get up. And hurry up, get dressed. We gotta get going.”
“Where?”
“To our date. It’s your birthday, remember? Since the first idea didn’t work, I’ll be taking you on a date instead.”
Nagi walks up to a stupefied Reo and lands a soft peck on Reo’s cheek. “Don’t take too long, ‘kay? I’ll wait downstairs.”
With that, Nagi makes his exit out of Reo’s grand bedroom, leaving Reo to wake up the short-circuited gears on his brain to catch up on what the hell just happened this morning.