Although Makoto carried a good point, Rin here figured stirring the mood would liven up this far-too-steady study session. âťťYeah, I know~âťž Prompted the red-haired one. His lips bore a boyish grin, something the teen had carried on since his childhood years.
A sense of accomplishment swelled in his chest by the idea of just knowing the orca could barely hold off against his mannerisms.
It reached a point where, even Rin had to take advantage of…
❝If that’s the case, I might as well mention…❞
The comment catches him off-guard, and he can feel his face heating with a quickly-spreading blush: the color creeps across his skin, deepening when the flash of his boyfriend's teeth grows apparent, and he sets the book down after a moment.
"Rin...!" His voice lowers into a whisper, his gaze straying as he shoots a quick glance at his door; he needs to reaffirm to himself that it's closed before returning his attention to the redhead, slightly jarred by the idea of his mother or the twins hearing this.
"Okay, when I said distraction, I didn't mean that..." Although the thought wasn't exactly unpleasant -- "And are you assuming I'm easy?"
His eyes fall half-lidded as he leans forwards, pressing their foreheads together and narrowing the gap between them.
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Ahhh expanding cosplay abilities causes me so much anxiety because it's so expensive and I'd essentially have to waste money to learn how to do it and I don't have the funds to do that on my own.
I really want to start model making but the supplies is SO EXPENSIVE but it's so important to me and I want to get back into costuming regularly.
I decided on a cosplay line-up for the future, and I plan to add to it but I want a real tangible list that I want to be upheld to and punched in the face if I don't actually do it.
And here we thought one Rin Matsuoka in the world was quite enough. Now, there were a few logical explanations for this but Haru thought one was more likely to be the truth than the others.Â
Out of these three Rins, one would be the real Rin. The other two would be Nitori the kohai and Gou the little sister in disguise.Â
"Describe yourself as a person."Â
A sheet of paper and a pen were prepared for taking down notes. The person who provided a description that made Rin sound like a douchebag would likely be Gou. The person who made Rin sound like a glorious god would be Nitori. The last one left would be the actual Rin...
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16. In an Embarrassing/Provocative Costume
Makoto breathes a sigh as he folds down the sheer, thin material held between his fingers, rolling it into a bundle. He almost doesn't want to remember how he'd landed himself in this situation, how he'd lost that stupid bet, and his face heats with ill-masked embarrassment as he gently rolls the material past his toes and up his ankle, his calves -- the way he'd seen his mother do before, careful so as not to tear the dainty film of what he supposes one can call a sock. Or was it a stocking? He'd never payed much attention to women's clothing before.
He pulls the material all the way up, as far as it was intended to go, and the elastic hugs the thickness of his thigh with a sharp snap. The noise fills the quiet room he's using to change, magnified and loud to him over the sound of his own quickened pulse.
"I can't believe I'm doing this," he grumbles as he stands, as he reaches for the dark dress laid over the counter for him. He pulls it on over his head with a rustle of lace and frills, of ruffles and girly adornments he wasn't even sure of a name for, his mouth set into a line the whole time. Maybe it would be easier to bear once he actually had it on? Once he wasn't just being anxious about it?
He had a whole day before he was supposed to actually wear this monstrosity after all, for either Haru or Rin (he can't remember which comes first right now), and the reminder of that brings him comfort as he starts to tie the apron up, as he tries to knot it into a bow at the small of his back.
Maybe it wouldn't be so bad after all?
Yeah... there's no way it could be.
It's not like either of them would pick on him too badly, right?
His lips curve into a smile as he pulls on the ruffled bracelets (or are they cuffs?), and it's only when he starts to secure the headpiece does he notice a figure standing by the door-frame, reflected in the mirror.
At first he thinks it could be a ghost, the dark hair and pale skin having first caught his eye, but its with a pang that he realizes it's Haru... and for a breathless moment he wonders if a ghost would be more welcome than this, if it would be less mortifying.
"H-Haru!?" He turns to face the other quickly, the pleats of his skirt rippling around his thighs, his face heating and coloring -- flushing with an embarrassed pink at being caught. It wasn't like either of them really knocked much anymore, not since they were kids, but he thought he'd at least be able to hear it if the older teen approached... He didn't even have shoes on -- but it wasn't the time to be thinking of something like that.
"Uhm..." His gaze flickers to the side, his voice pitched higher in nervousness; he has to take a breath in order to steel himself, to gain the nerve to speak, his eyes pinching shut in embarrassment as he does.
The dorm was pretty quiet for late evening in February. He figured either most people were busy studying or everyone was out doing other things. Samezuka was a private school, so it wouldn't be surprising for there to be people cramming instead. It'd explain the quiet.
A sigh escapes him as he looks up at the tall building, the bag in his hand rustling with his movement. Today was a special day and he'd made something for it, but he couldn't help but feel....nervous?
His lips tug a bit into a frown, eyes narrowing up at the building. Perhaps it's because this is the first time they were celebrating Rin's birthday in five years. It still felt a little strange, being friends again with Rin...but it wasn't unpleasant. In fact, if he was being honest, it made him a little happy.
He turns to keep walking towards the door leading into the dorms, pausing only momentarily to glance over his shoulder at the taller teen who'd tagged along. Or rather, been dragged along.
"Come on," he urged, turning back to continue walking towards the dormitory.
He'd originally been planning on coming alone, but....the thought made him anxious, for some reason. Makoto had also been fretting over a present to get their friend, so part of him knew--or at least figured--Makoto would never decide unless given impedous. So he'd invited the taller boy to come with him. Admittedly, it helped calm him down some...so he supposed it was a good idea on his part.
He glances curiously over at Makoto when he feels the other walking up beside him, their bags brushing together as they walked through the double doors into the dorm. It was "visiting hours", or so Rin had once told him a while ago, so getting into the dorms wasn't too difficult. He'd been here a few times with everyone else, so he more-or-less knew the way to Rin's room.
The other boy's expression was odd, though. Tense. It made him narrow his eyes a bit as he averted his gaze back ahead of them.
"You didn't have to come if you didn't want to," he says, not really looking at Makoto, "...Thank you for coming, though."
Because he supposed it was, in a way, his own fault for dragging Makoto with him. He might as well show he appreciated the company, even if he had sort of forced the other into it.
He turned when they reached a staircase, starting up the trek to Rin's floor. The bag he held jiggled somewhat, so he loosened his grip a bit to keep the cake from jumping around too much.
