Stitched up in love
Houka flicked through the Nudist Beach security cameras for the eighth time in three hours. Sighing, he clicked on camera 203 and sat back in his chair watching the blonde haired boy rush around the room. Houka smiled behind his black turtle necked outfit, his blue leaned glasses occupied the bridge of his nose. The amount of times he'd watched this boy run back and fourth, draw, design and make was unbelievable. The Blonde hair bounced fluidly around the tailors shoulders as he worked flawlessly, the computing committee chair found this his daily routine. Going to school, morning meetings, to his desk to watch Iori work, out for luch then back to his desk again. He even made excuses to go see the tailor; a Camera fault, a machine showing up on his screen or even to cheek on how the Goku uniforms were.
The sound of an automatic door opened behind him, giving him just enough time to flick to the master page of Camera's before Lady Satsuki's heals clicked on the computer-type floor. Turning his chair he smiled as the almost naked Satsuki stood before him, "Lady Satsuki, what a surprise" he unzipped the front of the Black fabric to speak to her properly.
"Watching Iori again nee Inumuta?" she smirked falling back in a chair opposite him, crossing her legs which he was grateful for. "How many years has it been? 2 or 3?" The black haired woman asked a slight smirk playing on her lips as Houka pushed his glasses back up his nose with his index finger before sighing and leaning back. The smallest mention of Iori and his cheeks were flushed a bright rose pink in contrast to his light blue lenses.
"3 years, 4 months and 2 days" Houka corrected as he reached to the side of him dragging number 203 onto a projector fixed at the ceiling. The Tailor was still hard at work, this time on Saganeyama's new Goku uniform. Iori's delicate hands stitched the 3 stars on expertly. Satsuki coughed as her 'dog' had been caught up watching her butlers nephew work, Houka snapped back as he sat up. "What did you come to see me for lady Satsuki?" Inumuta asked in a monotone voice.
"I actually came here to speak to you about Iori, Houka" Satsuki looked the computer geek in the eye with her ice-cold expression. Houka swallowed the lump in his throat, "I have made plans for you two" Satsuki said with a smiled. Houka let out the breath he didn't know he was holding, his eyes wide and his posture straight up.
"WHAT!?" He exclaimed as he looked the ice cold girl in the eye, what had she just said. "P-Plans.. a Date!?" He brain jumped in as he fell back into his chair. A Date with Iori, the blush soon sprung on the boys cheeks again.
"Well I'll leave you too it" Stasuki coughed looking at the boys tightening outfit, "5pm Houka i'll tell Iori everything else" she chuckled an evil plan in her mind for the two boys. leaving Inumuta there she walked into the sewing room where Iori was busy ordering some one stars about. "Iori-chan!" she giggled trying to flirt with him a little, 'no point not cheeking right?' she thought.
"Satsuki San," Iori looked at her and blushed slightly as her breast were firmly squeezed onto his bare chest. Iori ignored them and looked at the floor, "So you are gay then?" she smiled at the Tailor before getting a shocked expression from his features.
"You have a date," The noble smirked pulling back from the shorter boy, "With Houka" she finished as the Blonde looked at her the bright Crimson shining under the orange mask.