Meyumi-chan: Okay, so now for my favorite character in the anime, Aoi. He's so understated in the anime, yet such a developed and viable character. Caring, sympathetic, patient-of-a-sort, yet so different. Another thing I just had laying around. So what if I have a lot of oneshots. I write these stuff alot. It's a good way for me to dissipate stress.

And I'm writing this instead of my Shugo Chara story...sorry guys! '^'-'^' Oh well, let's get started with this.

EDIT 10-26-11: Thanks, Apple-chan, for pointing out that I had mixed Aoi and Hinata up a little. ^^;; It's fixed now...

Aoi was sitting at his desk at school, like any other day. He never payed any attention in class, preferring to spend it in thought, or drawing and planning out dresses. It was possible that no one would ever wear them, or that he wouldn't even get around to making them, but he needed something to do with his time.

Misaki had chosen Usui Takumi.

It wasn't quite as bad as it could have been-they were still friends, and he still had fun playing and goofing off at Maid Latte, creating dresses for them and bugging them to wear their costume and all. But it was still all about Misaki.

Sometimes he would imagine her wearing those dresses. As per such, he gave many of the ones he did make to her. Her sense of fashion was...less than par. If nothing else, he could help with that.

It was almost painful, actually, to see how out of tune her fashion sense was. Thrifty, shapeless guy clothes were not what a girl ought to wear. She could wear all the dresses and skirts she desired, without any questions asked. Except for people who knew the girl, but that is another story. All the extremely cute clothes in the world.

Every single one of them.

And she didn't care, not one bit.

All the while he had to crossdress to get anything near that. But still, there was always the issue of the space left for cleavage. Being a boy, he had none. Therefore, he was getting to the point where he had to make all his clothes for such enterprises-the rest looked weird on him. And making all of his own clothes got annoying after awhile, with his grandfather burning all the ones he found, and the decreasing amount of time he had for such efforts.

At one point, he had to wonder. Was it worth it? Was being Aoi-chan worth it? Should he just stick to being Aoi-kun? Should he give up on it all?

All the dresses he had to mend and re-mend to wear, all the intricacies of being a teen girl web sensation? All the lectures by father. All of it, most of his work for the past years, to waste?

He packed his favorites into a box, and decided it was time for a little Ding-dong-ditch at Misaki's home.

Leaving the dresses to her, he came back to his own problems. He looked at various photos.

Suddenly, he felt empowered. He got out his sewing machine for another dress.

He grinned at his lacy masterpiece, the last of his angst washing away, through the crimped sleeves and sweetheart neckline, to the ruffled underlayer. He picked up some more fabric, enjoying his brief euphoria.

Meanwhile...

"Misaki-neesan, there was another of those mysterious packages containing dresses at the door."

"WHAT?"