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Chuuya stared at his subordinate, the ravenette refusing to meet his gaze, scowling slightly. The redhead sighed. “Akutagawa-“
“I don’t want to try it on.”
Chuuya, as he’d done on many occasions, shoved away his irritation. “Why?”
“Because it looks stupid.”
“Just try it on.”
“No.”
“Atsushi tried on what I told him to.”
“That’s because he had no sense of style and is an idiot.”
And I see you going around in a frilly fucking blouse and a worn jacket like a fucking homeless Victorian child from England. Chuuya pushed the red shirt towards him. “As your superior-“
“Fine.” Akutagawa snatched the shirt from him, grumbling as he walked to the changing rooms.
Chuuya watched him go, waiting for the door to shut before quickly hurrying to around the store for the other clothes he’d planned for his outfit. He snatched up a pair of black trousers and shoes, pointing at a long black jacket with a red lining. The staff member who usually assisted him hurried to collect the item.
Now he’s in there, I’ll give everything I want him to try on together. He’ll see reason.
Hopefully.
Chuuya quickly handed the few things he collected to the assistant waving for the man to hand them into Akutagawa’s changing room. He watched him go, settling down on a chair nearby to wait for the results. Best keep the base outfit simple with Akutagawa. Fucking brat. “Tch. Excuse me?”
Another assistant stepped up to meet him. “Yes, Nakahara-san?”
“Do you do white pocket squares? And a red scarf? More of a wine red for the scarf, I think.” His ability is red and he has white tipped hair. Those two colours will compliment him well.
“Of course, Nakahara-san. I’ll show you a small selection of each.”
Chuuya nodded. “Thank you.”
It didn’t take as long as Atsushi for Akutagawa to change and walk down to meet him. The scowl on his face was unchanged.
Chuuya ignored it taking in the red shirt. As usual it sat well on his frame, highlighting Akutagawa’s more lean figure. Its hem was nicely tucked into the black trousers which were slightly higher waisted and wider-legged, accentuating his slight triangular torso. They were finished nicely with matching patent leather belt and loafers. Chuuya nodded. Suits him nicely. I was unsure about the wide-leg trousers but I think they work well on him. “What do you think, Akutagawa?”
“I look like an idiot.”
Fuck’s sake. Rolling his eyes, the redhead frowned. “Where’s the jacket?”
“Here, Nakahara-san.” The first assistant who’d helped, popped inside Akutagawa’s changing room, returning with the clothing.
“Good.” Chuuya pointed. “Akutagawa, put it on.”
Ignoring the huffs and grumbles coming from his subordinate, Chuuuya glanced over as the second assistant placed a small selection of the items he’d requested beside him. Best not bother the brat with a hat. I’ll decide this quickly too. Chuuya quickly glanced over the collection before selecting a plain white pocket square and a paisley-patterned red scarf. He stood, slapping Akutagawa’s hands away as he placed the scarf over the ravenette’s shoulders and the cloth in his jacket pocket.
Stepping back, Chuuya took in the outfit.
Where the shirt and trousers had looked more casual, the jacket offered a complete look, more smart and intimidating. The dark red scarf exaggerated the white of akutagawa’s hair and paleness of his skin, which was also complimented by the white pocket square. Chuuya nodded to himself, dropping his gaze to the lower body. Slightly plain… maybe needs a bit of white or red to relate it to the top part. He glanced around the store again. His eyes fell on a pair of deep red leather shoes. They almost looked black in the shop’s lighting. He pointed. “Change the shoes to a pair of those and,” he glanced at the staff, “is it possible to add a line of white piping just on the sleeve cuffs and lower hem of the jacket?”
“Yes, Nakahara-san. I can pin it on now so you can see the idea.”
“Thank you.” Chuuya nodded watching as the staff got to work. They were careful and neat, unphased at Akutagawa’s continued irritation. It didn’t take them long before they completed the job. They stood away.
Chuuya hummed. Now that’s complete. He grinned. “I’ll pay for this.”
“Yes, Nakahara-san.”
“What?” Akutagawa glared. “I don’t want this.”
“Well take it as a gift from me to you for being a great subordinate to me.”
“But, I haven’t done-“
Chuuya gritted his teeth. “Then take it as me being a kind fucking idiot. Let me pay.”
Akutagawa glared for a moment longer before sighing. “Fine. Thank you, Chuuya-san.”
The redhead rolled his eyes, handing his card over to the staff. “You’re fucking welcome.”
***
“Hello, Chuuya-san?”
“Atsushi. How are you?” The redhead smiled, sitting down in his apartment, turning a wineglass absently on the table beside him with a phone to his ear.
“I’m fine. And you? Is everything OK?”
Chuuya felt the smile widen at Atsushi’s continued selflessness. “I’m fine, Atsushi. I finally managed to buy Akutagawa a nice fit.”
“Oh! That’s amazing, Chuuya-san! Did he like it? What’s it like?”
“Ah, you know Akutagawa. He didn’t want to try anything. I like it though, it’s not as creative as your one, more tame but it suits him. Anyway,” Chuuya sat forwards, resting his elbows on his knees, “I’ve told him to wear it tomorrow when he meets me. Want to come? I’m planning to piss Dazai off again.”
There was a moment of quiet before a low chuckle sounded through the speaker. “Of course.”
***
Dazai wandered through the streets of Shibuya, glancing around the bright screens and fancy stores. Where’s Atsushi? He asked me to meet him around here…
He paused frowning at the crowded street ahead of him, chatter filing the air with the commotion. What’s going on there? He made his way closer, carefully pushing his way through the crowd. Cameras and lights flashed around him, the crowd getting more and more excited as he continued through. The chatter reached his ears.
“Can you see?”
“Oh, they look so handsome.”
“Are they models?”
“The one in the middle is so sweet!”
Dazai suddenly broke passed, freezing as he stared at the three before him. He huffed, shaking his head defeatedly. “Fuck you, Chibi.”
Chuuya grinned, Akutagawa and Atsushi dressed up either side of him, their clothes ruffling in the soft breeze, eyes glinting with the flashing lights. Dazai looked over at the new addition. Akutagawa shuffled his feet self-consciously, hands in pockets. The outfit was well designed and sophisticated, even Dazai had to admit. Even his hair was tied into a messy bun, strands framing his face, the white tips highlighted by his clothes.
“Not so ridiculous now, are we, you damn mackerel.” Chuuya snarked.
Dazai scowled, glancing at Atsushi who grinned at him. The white-haired boy nodded encouragingly. Dazai felt a smirk pull at his lips. “Maybe not those two, Chibi-chan,” Chuuya narrowed his eyes, a vein starting to twitch at his temple. Dazai shrugged. “What did you do? You look even uglier than usual.”
Chuuya gritted his teeth the smile now gone from his face.
Dazai looked over the redhead casually, pocketing his hands. “Did you shrink?”