Disclaimer: I don't own Monochrome Factor or any of its characters.
Author's Note: This is also posted in my dA account as a sort of explanation for a bit of drawing I did, because I was afraid the drawing without an explanation would make people think I'm a pervert, which I'm really not. Somehow, an emoticon appears in the middle text, and it bothered me (yeah, a little thing like that). So I'm posting this here for an emoticon-free copy. (sweatdrops) This really is just the result of free time, so there isn't really a story…
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Cosplay
"Hey Kengo."
"What is it, Akira?"
"You're too excited about this." Akira shot the other boy a suspicious glare. "You're not having fun, are you?"
Kengo laughed and slapped Akira good-naturedly on the back. "What are you saying, Akira? It's our school festival! And Aya promised she'll remove us from her black list if we did this. Hey, if our class won, even our teacher would be pleased to forgive us for all those classes we missed."
"Whatever," Akira said. "I'm not cooperating with Aya or the teachers."
"You wore it though," Kengo pointed out. "The maid fuku."
"And you're a school girl," Akira countered with a slightly irritated sigh. He fiddled with his hair. Aya had tried to run a brush through it before he could stop her, and now it didn't feel right. Not to mention that the white puffy underwear things actually itched a lot and kept inching up his leg. He tried not to think about it, or the fact that Kengo was practicing his character while they were still in the hall.
"Frankly," Akira said, "I don't care."
"You're not embarrassed?"
"No," Akira answered in a tone that said it should have been obvious. "It's just cosplay, right?"
Kengo stopped before they reached the door. "Ne, Akira. Did Aya give you lines to memorize for this?"
"One. 'What can I do for you?' " Akira snorted. " 'Master.' "
Kengo let out his breath like a deflating balloon. "Really? How come I have to remember the school pledge?"
"I don't know," Akira said disinterestedly. "Probably because you're the one in the sailor fuku, idiot." He lifted his leg to slide the door open, stopped midway and reached with his hand instead. "Hey Kengo."
"Yeah?"
"I asked Master to keep Shirogane in a conversation today so he wouldn't be here, but…" Akira glanced over his shoulder at Kengo, the full force of his glare slightly impeded by puffy sleeves. "You were talking with him before. You didn't tell him about this, did you?"
"No, no," Kengo said. "Of course not! I just said it was a secret."
"…It never occurred to you he might actually be more interested that way, did it?"
"Huh?"
"Never mind." Akira stepped away from the door. "All right, idiot. If Shirogane's there, be prepared to distract everyone by being a bigger idiot than usual while I run away to change."
"Heeh?" Kengo pulled at his sleeve as if already stopping him from leaving. "Weren't you okay with it? It's just cosplay, right? Are you nervous? Is it because you think Shirogane-san might be there?"
"No." Akira tugged his sleeve away before glancing back at the door. The movement was partly instinctive: he needed to see that the door was closed. But also he had to look somewhere to hide from Kengo that he was blushing.
"Because it's too boring," he lied.
End