Notes: Hogwarts AU (the same as my other Hogwarts AU fics, where Hinata is a muggle-born Slytherin and Kuzuryu is a pureblood Hufflepuff). Since I couldn't find a way to mention it in the story, this takes place at the beginning of summer holidays between their fifth and sixth years!
And some quick headcanon for this universe that I don't think I've clarified in any posted fics yet: the Naegi siblings (Hinata's cousins) are half-bloods with a Muggle mother (Hinata's mother's sister). Just so you know~!
Day 6: Wearing each other's clothes
"Uh, no," Hajime said flatly. He was honestly rather proud that he managed to keep his voice so level; he had nearly dropped the granola bars he had grabbed for breakfast in shock when he walked out of the kitchen and saw Fuyuhiko. "We are not walking outside with you dressed like that."
"Why the hell not?!" the smaller boy protested. "You told me to wear Muggle clothes. I did my research and these are fucking Muggle clothes!"
Hajime sighed, running a hand down his face; Fuyuhiko was staying over for a few days and had asked Hajime to "take me around and we can do some Muggle shit." Hajime wasn't sure exactly what counted as "Muggle shit"—the beach? The football stadium? The fudge shop was a must, but eating sweets wasn't weren't exactly a Muggle-exclusive activity. Regardless, though, if they were going to be wandering around Brighton and Hove it was absolutely necessary that Fuyuhiko dressed like a normal Muggle.
He looked at Fuyuhiko again, just to be certain that what he was seeing was real. The Hufflepuff was wearing a beige, three-quarter-length pullover sweater on top of what looked to be three layers of shirts of varying lengths—or was one of them a skirt? Oh god, was Fuyuhiko wearing a pleated skirt over those navy knee-length shorts? And while at first glance Hajime had thought Fuyuhiko was wearing gray socks with sandals, he now saw that they were actually leg warmers, which might be even worse.
But gosh, there was something about the disaster of an ensemble that was also just so cute.
"Just..." Hajime rubbed his temples in frustration. "Exactly what Muggle resource did you consult to put that outfit together?"
"You know, that... whatchamacallit. Milan Fashion Week or whatever."
Oh. "That's... Fuyuhiko, normal Muggles don't actually wear the outfits they have at fashion shows like that."
"The fuck? What's the point of dumb shit like that?!"
Hajime didn't have an answer, but he thought he might be able to salvage something from what Fuyuhiko was wearing. "It doesn't matter, just... you don't need all those shirts. Take a few off. The leg warmers, too."
Unfortunately, it quickly became apparent that none of the shirts he was wearing would pass without garnering confused stares. The top shirt had a collar peppered with bizarre studs, and the bottom shirt, while thankfully not a skirt, was long and frilly enough to be mistaken as a woman's sundress. The middle shirt was actually pretty decent in terms of style, but the dusty brown color just didn't look right with the shorts.
(And, if Hajime was being completely honest, the color didn't do Fuyuhiko justice either.)
"So..." Hajime looked at the shirts thoughtfully as Fuyuhiko stood, pouting, in his almost-a-sundress. "You know what? I'll just lend you something of mine. I think Mum kept some stuff that should fit, hold on."
He sprinted up to his bedroom and opened the closet, quickly locating a box of clothes his mother had packed away. After some digging, he found a Seagulls graphic tee and a pair of khaki cargo shorts that seemed to be the right size.
"Here we go," he announced as he went back downstairs. "I got you some different shorts, too, if you want them."
Fuyuhiko accepted the clothing, frowning, then peered up at the other boy suspiciously. "Exactly how old were you when you wore this stuff?"
Hajime sucked in a breath; he knew that the short-tempered Hufflepuff would throw a fit if he found out how old Hajime had been when those clothes had last fit him. Maybe if he tried to skirt the issue with some Muggle terminology... "I... think I wore that when I was in year 4?"
Fuyuhiko's glare darkened. "I don't know what the fuck age that's supposed to be, but that just means it was before we went to Hogwarts, huh?! Like hell I'm wearing your baby clothes!"
"Those aren't— how tall of a kid do you think I was?! I wore them when I was ten!"
"So you did wear these when you are were a little kid! And you think these clothes suit me?! Lend me something you wear now, asshole!"
Hajime sighed, exasperated. "Fuyuhiko, they won't... they won't fit..."
"Then call Makoto's dad over and have him hex them to fit me!"
"I'm not calling my uncle away to from work just to legally hex my clothes!"
"Well I'm not wearing kiddy hand-me-downs!"
In the end, they managed to come to a compromise: Fuyuhiko agreed to wear the shorts and even the graphic tee, but only after Hajime found one of Makoto's forgotten hoodies in the clean laundry pile.
Which was probably just as well—seeing Fuyuhiko wearing his old clothes, for just the few seconds before being obscured by the hoodie, did some weird things to Hajime's stomach.
Maybe he had actually dodged a bullet.
Notes: Okay, so they're not wearing each other's clothes, but I couldn't think of any way for this that to be possible without something like bodyswapping—and I've already written that fic! (It's "Honey Brew" if you're curious.)