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Akutagawa looked around his house, to make sure there is no one in there. after he made sure, he started heading to his bedroom.
He walked into his room and slowly closed the door behind himself. When he got inside he immediately went to his bed. He knelt down, and slowly pulled out a box from under his bed. On it was written "do not touch, very dangerous." Inside was akutagawa's most darkest secret, only he knew what was inside..
He slowly opened up the box and Inside was a smaller box, but this time on it was written.. "makeup." akutagawa mumbled.
He picked up the box and started to walk towards his work desk, he carefully moved everything on it to the side, and picked up a standing mirror from one of the desk drawers.
He carefully put everything together, he didn't have time to do it in a long time, but he finally has a free day and gin isn't home, she can't know.
He should probably dress up before doing his makeup, akutagawa thought to himself. He quickly moved to the closet in his room. He grabbed a cloth from the deepest place in the closet, it was hidden for a reason, because it was.. a dress. An black overly cute looking, bows lace and everything. His secret was that he wears Lolita fashion.
He can't let anyone know, even gin.
And so he started to dress up.
he stripped from his pajamas, and left only his boxers.
firstly. he put on black socks, it must look weird from the side, akutagawa in just boxers and socks, but he was about to fix it.
Secondly. he put on tights, they are stripped black and white, with one bow on each knee. He puts them on because his legs look unfinished if he doesn't put them on. He then puts bloomers on.
Thirdly. two petticoats, one on the other. Making the shape of a cupcake. He prefers that shape because it makes him feel pretty, like he's straight out of a magazine. Well.. he's, for criminal charges, but that doesn't matter right now. Even criminals want to feel cute.
fourthly. he put on a black shirt with very long lacy sleeves, than were longer than his arms. he puts it before the dress because the shirt itself is plain, but the sleeves are stunning.
Fiftly. he puts the dress over his head and flatters the dress so it would be carefully put. the dress was entirely black, he preferred being a kuro Lolita, it suited him more and felt right. The dress had a high waist, and had two huge bows at the front and back. the dress was almost to his knees and had short lace at the end of it, which had a heart design print on it. He liked heart themes, no matter if it's an anatomically correct heart, or not. The sleeves were puffy and decorated with lace at the end of the on top of the sleeves of the shirt underneath.
Sixthly. he put on accessories, a big bow at the side of his head and on the other side a headpiece. which is a cute hat, In the form of a heart. Bows are everywhere. He put on cute glows with lace which were half covered by the long sleeves of the shirt.
seventhly, he put on huge platform black shoes with a bow on them.
"Finally.." he murmured to himself, That's all for the dressing up part, the only part left is the make up.
He quickly walked up to his desk and started to do a black and white makeup, he loves to make his eyes look bigger. A lot of people say that he has bug eyes, the name is not to his taste but at least it looks good, people say that too.
When he finished the makeup, he walked out of his room, and walked to a full mirror, in which he saw his whole body, and he looked.. cute. He liked the feeling of it.
He was about to go to his room and just listen to
Some music music, but then..
BOOM.
A loud noise was heard from the entrance. Like someone had broken the door out of its place.
Oh god, someone was there and he looked like that, he couldn't let them see him.
He quickly hid in his room and locked himself in, which is not smart considering the person broke his front door, but it was too late.
He heard the steps come closer, and he couldn't do anything about it, someone will see him like that.
When the person came to the door, he walked away from the door, facing it, to be ready to vanish their legs, if they want to fight. Then the person spoke "akutagawa, I know you're inside there! I came for revenge, for the time you broke into my house at night, I bet you didn't think I'd do the same, huh!"
That voice, it was..
ATSUSHI. Shit.
It's worse than he thought, before he could protest for him not to enter the room, Atsushi had already broken the door with a loud BOOM.
As the door flew to the floor, akutagawa looked mortified, as atsushi looked up at him his eyes widened.
They stared at each other for a few moments before akutagawa covered his face with his hands. And said "get out of my house, this instance!!"
Atsushi was silent for a moment before he took a step inside the room and said "you look cute, what style is it?" He sounded genuinely curious, with no sarcasm to be heard.
Akutagawa uncovered his face in surprise from the question. Cute? Atsushi thought he was cute? So he has done everything right, he looked cute.
He didn't know what to say, so he just answered him "It's.. Lolita fashion." Akutagawa mumbled, as atsushi walked closer to him. "Never heard of it, looks pretty."
"May we go together outside like that?" Atsushi carefully reached for akutagawa's hands and took them in his.
"You want to go outside and let people see you with me, like that?" Akutagawa looked down on his cord.
Atsushi nodded. "You look cute. Maybe I can take you to a cafe?" Akutagawa looked dumbfounded. "You make it sound like You're inviting me for a date." He looked at another detection, away from atsushi. He tried to make atsushi embarrassed so that he'd go away. But his plan failed because atsushi, instead of being embarrassed had answered him "if you want it to be.." he looked sheepishly at akutagawa.
Akutagawa straightened up his body, was he asking for a date? With akutagawa? In his cord?? That was.. cute.
"Sure, but you're paying." Akutagawa looked at atsushi. Atsushi said "deal!" And grabbed akutagawa's hands to pull him out of the room.
Well. That's going to be an interesting day.
