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AN: "If The Shoe Fits, Wear It." Can be taken as a prologue to this fic, but I wanted to keep the character in that story ambiguous so people can imagine who they want in the role, which is why I have made this a separate story.
These Boots Were Made For Walking
Chapter One
Yuujirou always seemed a little bit happier on the days when their princess outfits included heeled shoes and quite a few people were beginning to notice.
He'd take a little too long looking at himself in the full length mirror when they were getting changed.
He appeared to genuinely enjoy having to swing his hips in order to walk confidently.
He walked straighter and more assertively in the whole costume.
On the days they wore flat shoes he was always a little bit more irritated.
Not that anyone would say anything about it to him; the whole school was in consensus: Yuujirou-hime had fantastic legs. In fact there was currently a [secret] petition going around the school to have the princesses in short skirts and heels more often.
This had never happened before; the costume of the princesses was never an issue to the majority of the student body. Whether they looked cute or elegant the students had always just appreciated how they were dressed.
However the students had taken this matter as one close to their hearts, some of the teachers were even hoping that the President would agree to the demands. Fortunately for all of them, Arisada felt that he was not someone who could deny such a request for the well being of the school.
All of which resulted in Mikoto's current position.
He was in the cafeteria, sitting opposite Yuujirou at the table set aside for the princesses. The table itself was placed at a fair distance from the other tables in the cafeteria to give the princesses some semblance of privacy if they didn't want to eat with the other students. Still, it didn't stop them from receiving stares of adoration.
Yuujirou was amused; the smile on his face showed everyone that, Mikoto looked uncomfortable; there was nothing new about that. But his face was bright red, head lowered and he was avoiding making eye contact with Yuujirou as he spoke.
Smirking Yuujirou moved forward to rest his arms on the table.
"So let me get this right, you want my help?"
Mikoto nodded stiffly, still avoiding looking at Yuujirou, he had no doubt that Yuujirou was wearing an evil smirk and thinking of ways to torture him.
--TBC--
