Dressing up (Teen Kurayami x Oboro) !One-Shot!
Summary: Oboro's friend tells him his troubles about being obligated to wear a particular piece of clothing, so to cheer him up they exchange clothing
The two teens run into the dressing rooms, the taller one letting go of the other to slam shut the door behind them, cackling all the way.
“Are you insane?!” The one with white hair exclaimed, yet the words held no poison, as the kid was chuckling as well. “They are gonna kill you!”
“Eh! They can try! Those two deserved it!” Oboro winked, walking closer to Kubo to check the student. “But what about you? You ok?”
“Ah- Yeah- I'm ok” The shorter one held his braid crumpling it up with their hands to get some water out of it, walking over to one of the full-bodied mirrors to assess the damage. The whole uniform was soaked, the jacket being the one that took more of the water.
“Hmph! Of course you are, that's what you always say.”
“It's just water Oboro” Kubo gently shakes their head, looking back at the boy while taking of the jacket. “Now, what you did!”
The hero chuckles, taking a playful bowl “Yes, yes, thank you, I'm great! In my opinion it wasn't enough though”
Kubo giggles, setting the wet uniform aside. “You're kidding?! The way your clouds just picked them up and- and- threw them on the fountain?”
“It's just water, Shō” The blue haired one grinned, earning another giggle from the other.
“Stop calling me that…” Yet both knew the shorter one didn't really mean it.
“You don't wanna tell me your name! I'm not calling my frwweend by surname!”
“Pff! Ok! Whatever, you're such a dork…” They pull the edge of their skirt, twisting it to get some of the water out.
Oboro stepped closer, looking at his friend through the mirror. “You really like those skirts, huh?”
“You know, these long ones,” He smiles. “It's the only kind you wear!”
“Oh, yeah I guess…” Kubo looks at the mirror, fidgeting with the white braid. “... I actually don't like it…”
“Huh? What do you mean?” He tilts his head, watching the shorter one.
“I don't like it… I just can't really wear anything else…” Kubo shrugs, looking away from the boy, suddenly feeling embarrassed for some reason.
“Ehhhh??? Why? Like, you can only wear skirts?” Oboro tries catching Kubo's gaze, but the other just hides more.
“My mom doesn't like… She says I would look like a brat or something like that… So I just got skirts” They swipe their hair, clearing their face to better look at the reflection. “The long ones are better but… I still don't like…”
The taller one nods, humming in thoughts.”Soo would you rather like, wear pants?”
“If I had any… Yeah…” Kubo says quietly, looking down at their clothes.
Silence falls between them. Oboro couldn't quite understand why that seemed to matter so much to his friend, but he guesses all the little things he didn't understand about Shō it's what made his friend so interesting.
But he did know one thing, he was great at making his friends happy. A cheeky smile grows on Oboro's face, turning to look at Kubo. “I have an idea!”
He gently shakes his head with a small smile. “What is you idea—” When they face Oboro, the boy starts pulling his pants down and Kubo hastily face away, their face burning. “OBORO! What's with you and getting naked out of nowhere?!”
“Oh! Sorry! Heh!” He smiles.
“What even are you—” Kubo feels something touch their arm, when they turn to look at it, Kubo sees Oboro in his trousers and his pants on his hands, handing them to the shorter one. “... What is this…?”
“Try it out!” His smile grows, handing the clothing to the shorter one.
Kubo holds, examining the uniform for a second. This is stupid… But also… “... Ok…”
They set the pants aside for a moment, holding the elastic of the long skirt before looking at Oboro shyly.
“....... Oh! Sorry! My bad-” He hastily walked over to a corner, squatting down and covering his face while facing the wall.
Kubo chuckled at that, pulling down the skirt to put on Oboro's uniform.
After a moment, Kubo finishes fixing the clothes, patting the pants while looking in the mirror. They are too big for him, but aside from being kinda baggy, it looks alright. “Done…”
“Ya done?” Oboro slowly peeks at his friend, smiling as he sees them looking in the mirror. He gets up, walking over to Kubo to look at the reflection. “What did you think?”
The shorter one is just staring at the mirror. Gosh, why does Kubo feel like crying? “I like it…”
“Yeah?” Oboro whispers, resting his chin on Kubo's shoulder.
“Yeah” They nod, smiling brightly, looking away to dry the teary eyes.
“Hm…” The boy chuckles, humming in thought. “Keep it then!” He says before walking away.
“What? No, I couldn't—” Kubo says, turning to face Oboro.
“Nah it's fine!” He picks up the still drying skirt from the counter, putting it on. “I can take this one!” Oboro chuckles, twirling around so the skirt puffs up. “How do I look?”
Kubo chuckles. “You look great but- Really I-I can't—”
“Shō!” Oboro holds his friend’s shoulders, turning them back to look at the mirror. “You look really handsome…” He says gently, feeling a flutter when he sees Kubo's eyes light up. “Keep it…”
“... Ok…” Shō smiles, putting a hand on top of Oboro's. “Thank you…”
“No worries buddy… Here for ya…” He basically whispers. “... Come on now!” He holds the shorter one's hand, dragging him away.
“Ah! Boro! Wait!” Kubo snatches his jacket before being pulled away, the voices of the two teenagers fading away the farther they get.
