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Atsushi tried to not shrink into himself, tried to walk down the shopping center with raised head and straight body, as much as he can wearing a bold red dress, a thighs-high, turtleneck and sleeveless dress, the perfect type to cover the fake beasts, the dress' skirt was fluffy enough to cover the shape of his hips—his manhood hiding within a tight briefs.
Atsushi was also wearing a back-length wig slightly darker than his own hair, a black, heavy bag was hanging from his elbow, and equally black heels were echoing the turmoil within him.
The cool air from the radiator hits his bare legs and arms, and despite being in mid-summer, Atsushi is cold.
Atsushi had entered this shopping center looking like his usual self, and now, he was getting out like miss universe.
The weretiger, armed with a dress, wig, and cosmetics, stood at the threshold of one of the shops inside, asking for help from the two female employees, utterly believing that they would turn him down or make fun of him. Despite all this, the silver-haired man swallowed his fears and faced it. He wouldn't be going there if Dazai hadn't told him so. He felt stupid going to a men's shop asking for a makeover, but Atsushi believes in Dazai more than both of them might have thought.
In lieu of Atsushi's doubts, the employees were more than pleased to help him, their eyes twinkling with excitement as they emptied his bag to look through his things. Atsushi could seek help from his female coworkers, but he knew if they dressed him up once, they would never let him off the hook. It's more merciful to ask two willing strangers. Strangely, women have great pleasure in dressing up men in feminine clothing.
And for almost two hours, after—a very embarrassing outfit tutorial—Atsushi sat there, with one of the clerks before him, applying fragrant powders, sweeping with all kinds of brushes, and drawing with liners. She kept talking, explaining every step before she went into a random rattle. Even when one of them, when her shift ended, stayed to see the result, their male coworker who came later was quite at loss when he saw his coworkers having a makeover session.
After they finished their cosmetology session with him, the two women spent a solid ten minutes admiring their work and taking pictures—with permission, of course—before Atsushi was free to go. And oh was Atsushi so nervous to leave, all dressed up like a doll and ready for the mission. Atsushi could feel the heavy gaze upon him, lingering eyes, trailing after him till he disappeared behind a corner. He strives to ignore them, to keep his cool like it's another day in Kobayashi Himiko life, the woman he was now.
Atsushi walked past a bunch of teenagers, they were staring at him while whispering and giggling between themselves.
'He was in a relationship, dammit!' the weretiger almost cried out. In this dress he isn't Nakajima Atsushi but Kobayashi Himiko!
But secretly, Atsushi likes the attention. Only if they could stop with the dirty comments would he love it.
Once he reached the ground floor, Atsushi hurried into his steps. He wanted to be out and done as fast as he could.
And there sitting on a bench near the entrance was Dazai. His back was facing Atsushi, but from Dazai's posture, it appears that he was engaged with his phone.
Dazai looked relaxed, carefree, ambiance of a man who wasn't a tad bit guilty about scheming to put Atsushi in a dress, though both knew that Dazai was to change the plan if Atsushi was extremely uncomfortable, but Atsushi agreed without much protest, he kind of wanted to try cross-dressing and that was a good excuse. It's not fair that Dazai the only one who tried it.
The weretiger in disguise enlarged his strides with confidence he didn't know he had, and with his gaze fixed before him, Atsushi strode without reducing his pace. He walked past Dazai out to the entrance, it took all Atsushi's self-control to not turn his head towards Dazai. Towards his boyfriend.
Because Kobayashi Himiko doesn't know any detectives.
And they were on a mission—as crazy as it might sound with Atsushi cross-dressing—and they had consulted this plan in prior for days. Both knew what they had to, even if Atsushi couldn't see Dazai, his boyfriend wouldn't leave him alone.
Outside the shopping center, Atsushi headed to the parking lot, eyes scanning in search for one particular car, a black sedan. He had already memorized its number. Once he spotted it, tucked under a tree in the corner, Atsushi carved his way to it, shaking under his steady facade. The tremor wasn't caused by his anxiety or fear, however, by how well he got into this character.
Perhaps Atsushi didn't sway his hips like his character would do, but he did stir his long wig enough. His bag was dangling from his elbow while his hand was flat against his fake breast. Atsushi didn't dare to move it for the sake of conserving his stance. All while his eyes were half-lidded lazily, not only because Atsushi wasn't used to contact lenses, but also because of the feeling of mastering this countenance he had given him, he got to play the role of the sassy, strong lady to its fullest. Atsushi was quite excited.
When he was getting closer to his target, Atsushi saw the figure inside the car looking at him through the side mirror. The looks did nothing to Atsushi but augmented the face level, a challenge Atsushi was willing to accept.
Atsushi walked to the left side of the car before he stood there, arms crossed, and one hip crooked sidelong while shooting the man with a pointed look. Gentlemen should open the door for ladies, right?
Oh, and Atsushi wasn't sure if the door was trapped. He could deal with anything, but he preferred not to blow his disguise up so soon.
The man stretched to open the door without getting out of the car. Pity, Atsushi would've got bonus points if he got the man out for Dazai to have a better look at their target wherever the brunt was hiding.
Once Atsushi was seated inside, he observed the man behind the steering wheel. Atsushi wanted to put on a hidden camera or some other spyware, but Dazai told him not to, they shouldn't underestimate the enemy even if they were a small group of drug dealers working alone, and that Atsushi shouldn't fear anything as long as his genius, ingenious, chivalrous—and weak—boyfriend got his back.
The man didn't have any notable features except for the blue shades hanging from his nose and his Mohawk hairstyle. Atsushi might have considered this man handsome, if he wasn't blinded by his love for Dazai.
The man leaned a little towards Atsushi, extending his hand for a handshake, bowing wasn't the language for street thugs, or maybe he wanted to hold this gorgeous lady's hand.
"We don't go around telling our names to new clients, miss, but you can call me Tigre, for now." The man—Tiger—said with a wink and lopsided smile. Surprisingly, Atsushi felt mad for various reasons; the man's playful tone, the wink, the fact that he didn't say his name, but most importantly: that he calls himself Tiger.
No. Atsushi was offended, not mad by the last one.
Years before, Atsushi wouldn't care any less, and he would blame Dazai for the change. Dazai wasn't the only one who calls him that, but he made Atsushi love the nickname, knocked it deep within Atsushi's heart with love and affection.
The weretiger in disguise only stared at the offered hand blankly. He wasn't sure if what he was about to do was in his role as Kobayashi Himiko, but he had enough confidence to not care. At the end, Kobayashi was his own to mold her the way he wanted.
Atsushi tugged at his bag, working the fly off, revealing the sum of the money inside it to the other man. "How about we stay focused?"
Atsushi has no idea how the words flow seamlessly, but years working as a detective teach even the worst of lairs.
The man stared at him dumbfounded, before withdrawing his hand with a amused bark, "Quite driven, aren't you?"
Atsushi didn't answer.
"Alright! Maybe you would open up once you see our fine purchases." Then he started the car.
✦
The ride wasn't comfortable, not because of the other man or God knows what he was busy talking about, but because of the way Atsushi was shrinking upon himself.
The seat was a little too close to the dashboard, and his legs were bending with no space to stretch them, and the man was too engaged with himself to notice Atsushi's position, not that Atsushi would tell him. He might take it as an excuse to be touchy with Atsushi.
"Y'know…" suddenly the guy said, tone low, different, "I won't hurt, or do anything offending to you…"
The guy wasn't looking at Atsushi, his eyes focused on the road before him. Atsushi could see serious composure within them. "Actually, I'm not interested in women this way, I'm gay. But this doesn't stop me from treating women like the queen they are!"
Atsushi was stunned, his mouth hung in shock. As a gay guy himself. Atsushi could understand how hard coming out to strangers was, and here was this guy confessing for the sake of someone else. The other's intentions were good, but this was rather awkward for Atsushi, given that he was a guy in this disguise.
The guy, however, took Atsushi's stunt as a negative sign: "I just think you're disgusted by me now, I should've worded it differently, maybe that I'm happily in rela—"
"No." Atsushi interrupted the man, "I'm gay myself…"
The weretiger didn't even dare to look at the other, telling strangers about his sexuality wasn't one of his hobbies.
"FOR REAL???" The question sounds disbelieved, yet a tone of delight and excitement painted the edge. Atsushi nodes in confirm.
"Aw man! This is awesome. I've never met a lesbian before—"
Oh right, Atsushi forgot he was Kobayashi Himiko, oops?
"We could be great friends, y'know—"
Now, Atsushi really starts feeling bad for this guy he's about to arrest.
It didn't take them long to arrive at their destination—an abandoned warehouse at the port—where they held their dealerships. Taking a new client to their base would be a mad risk, so Tiger brings—Atsushi—Kobayashi Himiko here.
One of the guys tried hitting on Atsushi, but before he could react, Tiger told him off with a sharp 'She's a client!!'.
This guy really doesn't want to make things any easier for Atsushi, does he?
Things had gone well. Once they reached, they got out of the car to the warehouse, they showed Atsushi the contract and some of their purchases before Dazai showed up.
Honestly, no one seems like they want to make things easy for Atsushi.
Somehow, the older detective appeared from inside the warehouse. Dazai, Atsushi loves you and everything, but you seem like a house burglar when you do this.
Dazai declared his intention with a loud, "Good job, darling! You really trick them!!"
On cue, all the thugs abandoned their minds and grabbed their guns, fully launching on Dazai. Atsushi was quite offended that no one took him as an opponent. One has even tried to hold him hostage.
"Don't move asshole!! Otherwise I'll dig a hole within her cute head, which would be a shame!"
Now, this really makes Atsushi pissed, infuriated even, but it's a little bit too biting the gun till it breaks. On the bright side, Atsushi scares the man shitless.
The fighting course has shifted, with Atsushi being the main fighter and Dazai retiring to a safe distance and becoming the cheerleader. That's what he's good at, anyway.
"Yeah baby!! Beat them, kick them, show them what you can do with those long legs!!"
God, his boyfriend was so embarrassing.
"Wait, don't show them, I'll get jealous—"
Atsushi moved swiftly between them. No matter how many times they tried, Atsushi would send them flying. He didn't even need to use his ability. (thank you Kunikida.)
Damn, Atsushi feels like an action star. Where are the cameras?
After knocking most of them out and while Dazai was tying up the rest. Atsushi has, regretfully, let his guard down, which gives a chance for some punk to shoot him with a gun dart, a sharp pain bore within his nape.
When Atsushi looked behind him at the guy, he was already losing his consciousness, but the weretiger managed to leap forward to the guy and punch him senseless. By the second Atsushi lands on his feet, he loses the little consciousness he had.
But before Atsushi hit the ground, two familiar arms caught him. "You can rest now, I've got everything from here."
And so Atsushi does.
✦
The next time Atsushi woke up, he was in the car he and Dazai rented for this mission, Dazai next to him behind the wheel.
Dazai always gave the impression of a bad—horrible—driver, although he was a pretty good one, of course, because the brunet is the laziest person ever. He prefers not to drive.
A groan escaped Atsushi as he gained his consciousness, chuckles echoed from his side as rumbles came from behind.
"Rise and shine! Beautiful, did you sleep well?" Dazai's voice rang as he asked affectionately.
Atsushi mumbled a reply that neither he nor Dazai could make it out, his eyelids snapped sluggardly. Dazai started to say something, but another, awfully familiar voice interrupted the brunt, "How could this be possible??! She shouldn't be up anytime soon!"
The third person who was sitting behind, sounded in total despair, but this didn't stop Dazai responding curtly, "You don't seem like remembering my warnings, do you, Inuwara-kun?
The person behind yelps, "Y-yeah… of course I am! I was joking, haha…"
"Good!" Dazai hummed, satisfied, while realization settled upon Atsushi; they weren't alone.
Atsushi turned his head around, to his anticipation, it was the guy who calls himself Tiger, tied up in the back.
"What is he doing here?" Atsushi asked his boyfriend, who was wiggling his eyebrows at him.
"If you remember, our mission was to bring this fella for investigations at the agency, so that's where we're going!" Dazai explained, one hand steering the wheel and smirk growing, "It's not professional to forget your mission, but I won't blame you, those heavy boobs must've worn you out!"
Atsushi's eyes widened as he looked down to find that he was still wearing his disguise, and a sharp gasp echoed from behind, probably this kind of obscenity shocked their guest.
"Why am I still wearing this?" The weretiger cried out, embarrassment painted his face.
Dazai let a fake astonished sob, both hands clenching the wheel firmly, "Do you want me to change for you?"
At one rapid moment, Dazai flashed Atsushi a look, a knowing gilt in those chocolate eyes, and a smile too wide to be anything but innocent, "How naughty~"
Dazai has the world record for making anyone turn into impossible shades of red, just how Atsushi is right now.
The older let a dreamy sigh, "I'd have done it myself, if I wasn't busy. We still have a lot to do!"
Atsushi sank into his seat, "I know! I just thought it would be nice—" Atsushi paused, musing what Dazai had just said, "wait! Are we going to the agency?"
Dazai's eyes flicker between Atsushi and the road, brows knot in concern, "Yes…?"
"Like, right now??"
"Yes, right now!"
"Oh my God! Dazai! Stop the car!!" Atsushi yelled urgently, wrapping his hands around Dazai's arm.
Dazai drove sideways, the car's speed descending to a halt. "What happened?!"
"I can't go like this!" Atsushi pointed at his outfit, wig and accessories.
Dazai, however, didn't seem like finding it a problem. "You know that you have reports to do, right?"
"Reading about it isn't like seeing it! Yosano-sensei and Naomi-san would take photos for sure!" Atsushi shakes Dazai's arm, "Please tell me you have spare clothes for me!"
Atsushi fretted, nagged Dazai for a solution, and the weretiger was as annoying as cute he was, which was a lot—Atsushi learned this from him, "Alright, alright! I did bring some clothes for you. You'll find them at the back."
Atsushi doesn't need to be told twice, while Dazai took the chance to restart the engine. Atsushi grabbed a familiar bag next to the tied-up thug in the backseat, opened it to check what was inside and was satisfied with seeing a fit of his inside.
Atsushi smiled as he took the clothes out, but looking around him, he realized that there's no privacy at all, "How am I supposed to change?!"
Dazai shot him a look, "You're getting a little too much into your role, Atsushi-kun, we are all men here, and you never seem bothered before."
"YOU'RE A MAN?" the guy behind cried out, but was downright ignored.
"Come'n Atsushi-kun! You can do it, just like me last year!"
Atsushi frowned. Last year, Atsushi was invited to an open-air prom, and Dazai went with Atsushi as his plus one, as his girlfriend, and the moment they left, Dazai started taking off his disguise impatiently. Anyway, they did more than take off Dazai's outfit that night and returning home by daybreak, and Atsushi won't be doing that again, not with a tied-up thug at the back!
"I won't be doing that again. I am still wondering how you pull that off…" Atsushi said while kicking his heels off.
"That feather coat came into handy a lot that night," Dazai winked. Atsushi rolled his eyes fondly.
"You could've come without disguise."
"Those people were homophonic!"
"We could've kissed in the bathroom or quiet corner…" Atsushi got about to take off the accessories.
"I wanted to kiss you in front of everyone!" This was the same excuse he used back then. Atsushi still doesn't understand the point of what Dazai did.
"You're impossible…"
"Impossible to resist, I know." Dazai wiggled his eyebrows and Atsushi decided that he couldn't win against Dazai verbally, so he let Dazai have the last word.
The weretiger looked down at his chest. The fake breasts weren't big at all, yet having a foreign object for long was pretty wearisome, but he couldn't reach the fly at the back. Atsushi really do need help.
Atsushi nagged his boyfriend to stop the car again to help him out of the dress. Atsushi won't let Dazai do it with one hand while he's driving for two reasons: their safety and to stall their arrival as much as he can't.
"You were never this eager for me to help you change out before," the brunet pointed out as he pulled the car into a stop.
"You were never this eager to go to the agency before," Atsushi bit back smugly. The older didn't respond, of course he wouldn't. That lazy ass.
"Alright, come here," Dazai said instead, beckoning to Atsushi.
The weretiger took his seat belt off and scrambled closer. Dazai lapped his arms around Atsushi, cuddling the younger into his embrace. Atsushi wrapped his own arms around Dazai. Long fingers fumble in feather-like touches along Atsushi's spine, before two fingers get a hold on the tip of the fly.
"Should I do it the fast or the slow way?" Dazai's face was a breath away, their noses touched. Dazai caressed the nape of Atsushi's head as he asked.
"The fast way…?" Atsushi answered, slightly unsure if he wanted this to end fast. He tilts his head and clenches harder upon the older's coat.
Dazai's smirk extended, he huffed on Atsushi's face, aiming for a certain strand that covered his lover's face, "Wrong answer."
"I didn't know there was a wrong answer." Atsushi chuckled.
Languidly, Dazai moved the fly halfway down and shoved his hand inside. "Anything that cuts our time short is wrong."
Another chuckle left Atsushi, but this one was blocked by Dazai's lips hovering over Atsushi's. Seconds later, they landed on his. Atsushi's arms twitched by the sudden movement, Dazai's lips were cold against his. Somehow, Dazai was always cold, and it was Atsushi's duty to warm him up.
Atsushi closed his eyes, inundating into the sensation, his hands traveling up Dazai's back, one hand resting upon the older's hair. He suckled on Dazai's upper lip as the other worked his bottom lip. They stayed like that. Minutes passed like hours, Atsushi bites the lip caged between his teeth, provoking the older to open his mouth more, but instead Dazai pulls away.
It took Atsushi a while to realize that his lover's lips were no longer on his, absentminded, he snapped out of it by the feeling of his clothes being taken off. Atsushi wrapped his arms around Dazai's neck, melting into the older's embrace, leaving Dazai to change for him. The weretiger left a trail of kisses over the nullifier's cheeks. Atsushi bites and chews at his lover's jawline. Occasionally, Atsushi stops to admire the faint lipstick smudge on the older's face. Dazai looked beautiful like that, marked by Atsushi.
A little later, Atsushi felt air hitting his bare skin. Somehow in between their kisses, Dazai managed to get Atsushi out of his upper clothing. The brunet leaned in, swooping on Atsushi's neck, demanding his own turn. The feeling of Dazai against him—regardless of what he was doing—felt good, right. Like a downpour after a long drought, it was refreshing, promising, yet too much at the same time.
The silver-haired man felt a tug at his arm. Dazai was trying to get him into his dress shirt while still nipping at Atsushi's neck. The younger suppressed a moan. This was getting ridiculous. If they kept like this they might not finish their work today.
Shaking all the erotic thoughts and lustful feelings aside while pulling away, "That's enough, Dazai-san, we still have things to do…"
"Alright, my tiger." Dazai chuckled as he kissed Atsushi genially on his nose.
"Aw man! I thought I'd get a show!" Suddenly, the third man at the back grumbled, reminding the couple that they weren't alone.
Awkwardness and embarrassment rushed through Atsushi. He really did all of that with Dazai while someone was sitting in the backseat. The weretiger shrank away, putting his shirt on more properly.
Dazai's laugher grew louder. "Where are you going? We haven't finished yet!" The older pointed at Atsushi's wig and make-up.
"I'll do the rest…" the weretiger answered as he yanked his wig off, "You just drive."
"Alright!" Dazai gave him one last wink.
This was embarrassing, but Atsushi had learned in the years he'd been dating Dazai that things like this would happen whether he liked them or not.
And it's all because Dazai was so beautiful, so kissable, Atsushi had less and less self-control with every passing moment with him.
Ah, the cons of dating the person you adore, so delightful yet troublesome.