[fic] Someday
Title: Someday
Summary: Someday, maybe, he could go and see her in male clothes as the real masculine Kuranosuke but today, he will be the crossdressing feminine Kurako. [Kuranosuke-centric]
Rating: K+
Note/s: Written for iu_fanfiction's WC #43: Kink | prompt: Crossdressing
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There were no orders for the dresses at the moment, no campaigns to stop the development of their area. It was one of those rare days where they could relax and savor the sweetness of doing nothing. Maybe they would like to have another hotpot. He could bring some meat, perhaps. After all, they have a lot of it in the fridge.
It was funny how things turned out. That deed of kindness led him to his discovery of happiness where he least expected it-a den of unfashionable fujoshis. But in their presence he found a small piece of comfort, a sense of home, at the expense of these ladies’ own. Their discomfort hopefully would not go unpaid. They were excessively pushed out of their comfort zones, requiring them to dress up in clothing they disliked, to spend days and nights doing what they don’t want to do, to interact with people they did not want to.
Tsukimi... Their meeting was the starting point of this adventure. What if he had not met her? All of these would have been only a farfetched concept. It’s given that she’s a jellyfish otaku, weird and socially withdrawn, but he found her antics as adorable and cute. Even physically, she’s not the prettiest face but he recognizes beauty when he sees it. If only she would fix herself up, a lot of guys would appreciate her. Of course, Shuu would be first in line.
There was discomfort in his chest.
Is this the beginning of a heart disease? Is the unhealthy consumption of food and alcohol taking a toll on his health already?
He wanted to laugh at his own attempts at denial.
He grabbed the towel and dried his silky blond hair. What should he wear today? A Lolita theme would be nice, complete with the parasol. Or he could wear that cute dress he bought a few months ago and throw in a couple of accessories and a pair of platform shoes. Or he could be a little playful and use that cute hoodie with cat ears. It could be paired with a pair of shorts and knee high socks.
Unconsciously, he glanced at the other side of the closet where his male outfits were. He sighed and looked at the mirror. What would happen if the Amars knew that he really was a boy? What would happen to Tsukimi? Will they kick her out of the ‘nunnery’? These questions were on repeat every time he thought about their situation. There was an endless stream of more what ifs before he was surprised when he asked himself, ‘What would happen if Tsukimi sees me as me, Kuranosuke, the boy?’
His palm met his face and he turned around. Fine, he likes the girl. But there’s also the fact that Shuu likes both sides of Tsukimi and Tsukimi has had an interest in his older brother ever since she met him. The only thing he could do is to make her beautiful and support her in this thing called love.
If it is, he bitterly added.
“GAAAH! Stop it Kuranosuke.” He shook and scratched his head in frustration. “Stop all these nonsensical thoughts. Just go back and pick a dress.”
He put on the pink fluffy wig he used when he first met her and a frilly Lolita dress stashed at the far corner of the closet. Stockings, platform heels and makeup were put on.
A last glance on the mirror before he would set off for Amamizukan. Someday, maybe, he could go and see her in male clothes as the real masculine Kuranosuke but today, he will be the crossdressing feminine Kurako.