#disguiseshipping

[cawcawkarasu]

Mirror

Bonde found a carefully wrapped present on his bed. Raising an eyebrow, he unfolded the wrapping.

A mirror.

It didn't seem like a common mirror, his reflection seemed bigger. Was it for disguising purposes, Bonde thought. Was it from Fred? Or Herder?

A knock answered his question.

“You left a few strands on your back when you cut your hair on your own,” Fred said in his flat tone.

“So you give me a mirror?” Bonde smirked, “Why don't you just offer to cut my hair?”

Fred’s cheeks blossomed before he looked down, “Well, if I’m good enough for you.”

[cawcawkarasu]

Midnight Dance

The young looking lady was moving her hips in rhyme with the gorgeous blond man. Their movements flawlessly follow the waltz music from a futuristic player with a golden colored loudspeaker.

“You never have to ask me when you dance this flawlessly. I know you disguised as males before as well.”

The blond’s low laughter filled the air with grace, “You knew, yet you said yes.”

“And how could I not?” The lady’s black eyes stared up to the sparkling blue ones.

“At last you found me, Fred,” Bonde smiled a genuine smile. “I just want to dance with you. Will it be a no if I ask you that?”

Two pinks, almost like the color of the flowers Fred tended, bloomed on the lady's cheeks.

“You can try next time.”