A pity she does not exist—
Disclaimer: I do not own Emilio(hunter) and Makisig, as well as the other planet puto characters mentioned. Full Credit goes to HC -@ask-emilz-de-philz. Please check out their blog for amazing art and the wonderful world of Planet Puto.
Pairing: HS!Makisig x HS!Emilio(Hunter)
Inspired by: Andrew in Drag - The Magnetic Fields (GO LISTEN TO ITTTT NOOOW)
Tags: HS!AU, MxM pairing, drag— yes someone here will be wearing a dress with makeup and all that stuff, generally SFW, unsaid/unsure feelings, being young and not being able to figure emotions out yet but it's okay, slight tension?, fluff but bittersweet if you dig deep enough but yeah, you'll have to dig
A/N: Yes, you read that right! It's a rarepair fic of HS!Makisig x HS!Emilio(Hunter). Yes, it's a MxM pairing but it's mostly SFW. Nope, there is no smut or any explicit content here. I tried my best to briefly mention on the tags what this will be about, so if you don't vibe with these type of stuff, feel free to skip and pretend you didn't see it. I'm still trying to find my way back to writing so please bear with me if there are mistakes or if this is not perfectly proofread. Gentle reminder for everyone to be kind and be responsible for your own media consumption! Have fun reading, everyone! <3
Makisig watched as his fellow students filed in a line towards the auditorium as if it can accommodate all hundreds, maybe close to a thousand of them— ofcourse it can, but not until the students are cramped up like sardines in a can, sitting on a pile on top of each other, occupying even the stairs as the AC roared in labor trying to keep them somewhat cool from the hot and humid summer air.
He smiled as he offered his seat to the class president who did a poor job of hiding her flushed cheeks from the gesture, how could she not? He's Makisig afterall. In a room full of hormonal teenagers, there's always just two types of people— the ones who wanted to get close to him, and those who'll probably be willing to wager their whole week's allowance just to be in his shoes for a few hours and get a taste of being adored by many.
That charming grin paired with the softest eyes that resembled gold which is too on-brand as the whole campus silently labeled him as the golden boy, as close to perfect as any teenager going through puberty can ever be. As much as he's truly easy on the eyes, he also excelled in academics while having fun and enjoying his youth, and he does a pretty good job in being friends with almost every single one of his classmates, keyword: almost.
To Makisig's defense, he's tried multiple times to get along with Emilio— that tan skinned, rolled sleeves, sticker in his cheek classroom clown whose mouth is probably three times quicker than his mind. He's definitely a silly guy, he'll give him that, but the way he can get under his skin definitely needs to be studied. His cocky smirk and loud voice, which filled the classroom without fail, irked him in more ways than one. Meanwhile, the boy, effortlessly joking around, probably had little to no clue just how much Makisig wanted to shut him up at times. He knew that most of it was just lighthearted jests, but teenagers aren't really known for their maturity at the face of a too witty of a remark, or those not so subtle hints of sarcasm inserted in a serious conversation at the worst timing possible.
Don't get anything wrong, though— they definitely didn't have any personal vendetta against each other, but they aren't the closest either. Makisig, despite his cool demeanor, is probably one, if not the most, equally sensitive and empathetic guy in class. He's always the one who looks out for everyone and notices even the subtlest of changes. The one who makes sure everyone's feelings are acknowledged and respected. He probably got it from taking his big brother role too seriously to that snobby, but adorable brat, Maliksi, who just graduated from kindergarten.
Emilio, on the other hand, is someone who most often than not, gets to the joke's punchline before thinking of the consequences. His jokes aren't made to be specifically hurtful, but when words are thrown around carelessly, despite it coming from a place of reckless fun, some feelings are bound to end up trampled upon. There's only so much a 'sorry' could do when it happens, and Makisig isn't really too keen to see anyone in the class going through that. However, deep down, he respected Emilio. It takes a certain courage to be so unapologetically genuine and outspoken afterall— to be nothing less than anything but yourself without second thoughts on all the ways other people could've misunderstood or easily judge you, and despite the glaring contrast between them, both are loved by the class, just for different reasons.
"And now, for our Foundation week's most awaited event—"
There was a wave of silence as the host's voice sliced through the crowd before roaring cheers engulfed the air. The energy was electric as the auditorium shooked from the unruly yells and wolf whistles of the students.
Makisig didn't even know why he actually went. He's not one to attend these kinds of stuff afterall. He's more of the 'Quick, hide me. I'm being dragged to the marriage booth for the 17th time today.' type of student during these events, since it's no secret how the ladies practically throw themselves at him. In a spur-of-the-moment decision though, he found himself following his classmates to watch Emilio.
He can still recall how their class went wild as Emilio shamelessly volunteered to be the representative for their school's drag competition. He was claiming that the 31 hours of Rupaul's drag race which he was forced by Elena to watch with her on the family computer last semestral break will give him an edge as he crumpled wads of scratch paper, slipping it under his polo uniform to use as his makeshift tits as he striked an overly exaggerated pose that one could only describe as a passing attempt for something he probably saw at those outdated Ginebra San Miguel Calendars plastered at the local barbershop wall.
"It would've been fun to watch him being the one flustered and embarrassed for a change." Makisig softly chuckled as he thought to himself, despite knowing well enough that nothing absolutely ever fazes that guy.
The contestants started to enter the stage one by one, looking way too close to passing out from embarrassment. It was chaotic, and everything misplaced and mismatched at the same damn time as the crowd went crazy.
Makisig swore he has seen it all— shoulders too broad, and arms long and muscular to even be remotely close to going along with the dainty ruffled sleeves of those borrowed dresses, cheap wigs of various colors that are too shiny, too tangled, and too artificial sitting on the top of their heads like that trolls doll you get with a happy meal during that one fatefull Sunday lunch at Mcdonald's with your family. Don't even get him started about the runway walk that looked more like a trip to the ER waiting to happen and a weeklong vacation with crutches from how the guys struggled with those high heels.
Then came the last contestant, Emilio—
His signature cocky smirk is plastered on his pretty face with makeup that is definitely too masterfully done to be his own handiwork. Although his arms and shoulders still made him look like a Ken doll who was forced to switch clothes with Barbie, but boy, did he walked that runway with the confidence of someone who volunteered for this competition, striking and nailing his version of pinup girl poses on the beat while flipping his hair extensions with every turn.
Makisig stared, like really stopped and stared.
Not that he could remotely do anything else at the moment, but he wouldn't admit that to anyone. His chest heaved as he suddenly remembered to breathe before trying to clear his throat, which suddenly felt too dry, too uncomfortable, the feeling both familiar and foreign at the same time, as he felt the tips of his ears heating up.
The crowd was deafening, until it wasn't. Until it's dead quiet and all he can hear is his blood pumping, and his heart beating, no, clawing, and trying to escape from his ribs and out of his chest.
He's pretty sure the cheers are still there— from how much his classmates beside him started pushing and pulling each other in excitement, from how he could feel the subtle shaking of the solid concrete floor since most of the other students are either mindlessly jumping or stomping in amusement and delight.
The moment Emilio's gaze met his and the former started to smirk, he knew he's in for one of his stupid antics— normally, he'll just be annoyed which Emilio did enjoyed, since he lived for those type of moments afterall, seeing Makisig losing his chill for a second as he gets under his skin with his pranks had always been a highlight of his day.
Nothing could've prepared Makisig for the butterflies in his stomach when Emilio gave him a flirty wink and that flying kiss that looked like something he practiced in front of the mirror for a few hours, before snickering as he tried to keep himself from full-on snort laughing at how red Makisig's face had become.
His chest tightened as the reality of the situation dawned at him, without a single person around him aware of his inner turmoil.
It was supposed to be silly, no, it is silly. He can see everyone laughing and cheering afterall. Everyone except him since he's suddenly trapped in his own mind, trying to figure out when or how did this even started, because in between their usual brief exchange at the classroom, the practical jokes, and the infuriating pranks, to seeing him in a ridiculous dress, doing those stupid poses, being undoubtedly himself and enjoying it, Makisig had no idea why, gods help him, Emilio is suddenly the prettiest woman he's ever seen—
Okay, if you reached this point, I wanted to thank you for taking the time to read this. Hahahaha. I am well aware that this is not everyone's cup of tea, but I'm feeling self-indulgent, so I still wrote it anyway. XD Lots of stuff happens during highschool, and I just can't help imagining them both whenever I listen to Andrew in Drag. Also, I tried to get their personalities to be a bit lighter and teenager-ish since shit didn't happen in this au.
Also, please support mi bestie, mi pookie- HC, @ask-emilz-de-philz the original creator of these lovely characters!
