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Nakamura never thought he would live to see this day, not even in his wildest dreams.
Hirose was wearing a maid dress. A proper sexy maid dress finished with that cute frilly hairband.
Nakamura had felt his breath stop when he entered the classroom and heard a series of gasps and whispering, only to check the source and see that it was his crush wearing one of his wildest fantasies. He barely held himself back from having a nosebleed right then and there.
Hirose was in the middle of the group of classmates, still gushing at him or teasing him. His friends were most definitely doing the latter, but Nakamura saw Takeuchi’s eyes stay on Hirose for longer than necessary, and it was definitely not for any friendly reasons. He wanted to go there and snatch Hirose, possibly take him somewhere both of them would be alone, and Hirose would blush and thank him, and Nakamura would lean-
“Nakamura!”
His fantasy was burst by Hirose loudly calling out his name. The brunette was waving at him excitedly. Nakamura waved back shyly as he walked up to join the group surrounding Hirose.
“You look nice in those butler clothes, Nakamura-kun,” Hirose grinned at him. Nakamura felt his heart stop for at least 5 seconds. In fear he won’t breathe again, he mentally meditated to calm himself down.
Hirose looked at him with his big shiny eyes, questioningly oblivious to Nakamura’s inner turmoil.
He had to summon all his willpower not to give Hirose a once-over now that he was standing closer to him. Instead, he asked, “Weren’t all the boys supposed to be in butler…?”
Hirose ahh-ed and looked away, an embarrassed flush taking over his face. Kawamura-san filled him in, “Actually, Yuuka-chan called in sick, so we all decided Hirose had to take his place. After all, he is very cute, so the maid uniform would suit him, or so the overall decision was.”
Nakamura mentally sent Yuuka-chan all the well wishes and a thousand thanks for making a sight of Hirose like this possible in this lifetime.
From his peripheral vision, he heard Kawamura’s friend mutter, “We have promised to take all the pictures we can for her. She will be missing quite a lot.”
Pictures of what? Nakamura wondered, but let that thought go in favour of looking at Hirose again. The boy has been pulled into taking pictures with his friends. Nakamura felt his teeth grit as soon as he saw Takeuchi swing a hand over Hirose’s shoulder, pulling him so close before taking a selfie.
Is that needed? Nakamura wanted to scream at him.
Thankfully, Otogiri-sensei entered the classroom to check how everyone was doing, complimenting how well everyone had put up all the decorations, making it look like a really high-end cafe. Hirose was saved from taking more pictures for now.
Once the school festival was in full swing, their class got busy serving customers. Hirose, as expected, was a favourite. Almost everyone wanted to be served by him, telling him to write cute phrases on the omurice.
Nakamura wasn’t exempt from this type of treatment. There were quite a lot of people who wanted to be served by him. Apparently, having slicked-back hair and a butler uniform is an easy magnet for people. Nakamura is by no means unpleasant to look at, either; he is aware of that, but he didn’t expect this much popularity.
By the end of the day, Otogiri sensei came in and congratulated them on a successful day at the festival.
“Thank you for your hard work,” he said with a smile, pride clearly shining in his eyes. The students echoed it back.
Once the class was done with the cleanup, Hirose and Nakamura were instructed to put back the mops and the cleaners.
Who would have thought that while keeping them away, they would be locked in? The storage closet was way too small, so Nakamura and Hirose were inevitably pushed into a half-hug position.
Even with all the layers of the butler uniform, Nakamura could feel Hirose’s body heat. His mind has already melted into mush since he came in close proximity to Hirose, incapable of thinking rationally anymore. No matter how much they pushed initially, the door didn’t budge, so they simply gave up, now waiting for a teacher or a classmate to come looking for them.
“Hey Nakamura,” Hirose’s voice came from the dark. Nakamura could feel his hot breath on his neck.
“Y-yes?” DEAR GODS, PLEASE GIVE ME STRENGTH TO SURVIVE THIS!!
“Do you think it’s weird for a guy to wear a maid uniform?”
Inner turmoil forgotten, Nakamura looked down, trying to adjust his vision in the dark; he could only make out the frilly white hairband and the frills on the maid dress. Hirose’s expression was hard to make out.
“I don’t think so?”
“Hmm,” Hirose hummed, “I don’t want to complain about anyone, and some people were going on about how guys shouldn’t wear maid dresses and that it makes them less of a man.”
Nakamura could take a wild guess on who said that, but he clenched his fists, barely holding himself from stomping his feet in rage.
“Anyone can wear whatever they want. It doesn’t make them weird. Don’t let what other people say get to you.” After all, I will accept you however you are.
A pair of hands encircled his midsection. Hirose’s breath fell on his ear, “Thank you, Okuto-kun.” Nakamura's hands automatically fell to Hirose's waist, just shy of actually touching it, fingers twitching from restraint. Right then, as if the gods had finally heard his prayers, moonlight streamed through the window, lighting up Hirose’s face, as if gently caressing him.
Nakamura’s breath caught in his lungs as he gazed down at Hirose, looking up at him with a soft smile. Something akin to gratefulness shining in those brown pools.
If he could describe this moment, he would say this is the third time he fell for Hirose.
“B-be honest to ourselves, remember?” He hastily turned his face, hoping the blush didn’t reach his ears.
Hirose giggled softly, “Of course, throwing my words back at me, huh?”
Just then the metal door swung open. Nakamura mourned how quickly Hirose extracted himself and jumped on Otogiri-sensei.
“Sensei! What took you so long?”
Otogiri smiled helplessly as he brought up a hand to support Hirose’s legs, “ Were you scared?”
“No, I wasn’t! What do you take me for?!”
Kawamura popped up behind him, “Nakamura-kun, we were all searching for you both. The bonfire has started, and you and Hirose were both missing.”
Embarrassedly rubbing his head, Nakamura apologized for causing worry.
Hirose and Otogiri sensei were walking ahead of them, the former having finished his reunion with his favourite teacher. He thought he saw Hirose glance back at him once, but that could have easily been a mistake of the light.
Much later, after everyone has gone home and washed up. Nakamura was laying in bed reading Love-Ben when his phone pinged. Surprised, since usually he doesn't get any messages on his phone except the occassional ads or a family member calling, he looked to find it was Hirose.
-I didn't get the chance to say this but you looked handsome in your butler uniform.
Nakamura blinked once, twice, closed his eyes, took a lap around the room, before reading the text again. He pinched himself hard to make sure he wasn't dreaming.
Sending back an Octopus emoji saying 'Thanks!' He lay in bed, looking up at the ceiling. His mind was running miles a minute filled with images of Hirose and the text and if he screamed real hard into his pillow after that, it was only for him to know (and for Kana, maybe).