Day: 11

Challenge: Wearing kigurumis

Pairing: Gouenji x Fubuki

Rating: K+

Word count: 701

Warnings: Minor sequel; Childish Gouenji and Fubuki.

Disclaimer: Don't own. Don't sue.

Author's Note: Because I'm not proud of our class tee. Minor sequel to Day 7: Cosplaying. Because I can.

Gouenji seethed internally in annoyance at the five large boxes now carried into the classroom by the class prefects, the hot temper he'd stowed away into a corner of his heart boiling close to the surface.

No. He was not, I repeat, he was not going to wear kigurumis for Dress Special day! What kind of idea was that, anyway? For heaven's sake, their class's theme was assigned "animals" and why! Why did they have to wear kigurumis instead of something more normal-looking, like an animal-print t-shirt, for an instance? They was already in his second year in high school, and he'd thought that his classmates would've matured more than a bunch of five-year-olds…

"Ne, Shuuya," Fubuki leaned over from his seat to poke at his arm. "You don't want to?" he asked, tone teasing.

"No," he affirmed a voice maybe a little too cold, barely controlled from his suppressed annoyance. For a brief moment he was afraid that Fubuki might misinterpret it, and the sudden knot in his chest loosened as Fubuki smiled and chuckled, "I don't really want to, either, but really, I'm just anticipating this for the blackmailing." Their eyes met briefly, and they both recalled their (rather immature, Gouenji admitted, but ridiculously fun) plan to payback…

Gouenji's thoughts were interrupted by a soft thump on his desk, and a packet landed on the wooden surface of his desk. Picking it up gingerly, Gouenji peeked inside the plastic bag's contents to see a medium sized lion kigurumi folded up neatly in the bag. Growling mentally in disgust at the furry full-body costume, he folded the thing up and shoved it into his schoolbag. Whoever who assigned him the lion kigurumi was going to die a painful death… or maybe not. At least he didn't get a cat one…

OoOoOoOoO

It was the terribly, fated day twenty four hours later, and Gouenji found himself in the embarrassing lion kigurumu, standing at the exit of the subway station, waiting for Fubuki like he did every morning. He already had a very bad feeling about the day. He'd gotten more than five pointed stares and questioning from three too-curious children already… As though having Yuuka squeal over his kigurumi and telling him to wear it more often wasn't embarrassing enough…

Thankfully, Fubuki arrived before any more embarrassing events, in a silver-grey wolf kigurumi, clutching his schoolbag with both arms. Their (again, thankfully) ungloved fingers found each other's, and they walked to school as they did every day, holding hands.

Gouenji was, for some reason, relieved to see some of his manlier classmates wearing all sorts of kigurumis to school. He couldn't help but glance enviously over to other classes' theme… there was one with a class tee, the other boots, some had specific hairstyles… why did their class have to be so eccentric and abnormal?!

A tug on his hand distracted Gouenji from his internal rant, and Fubuki motioned with his free hand, at three certain people walking towards the school… Kidou, Hiroto and Kazemaru, respectively in penguin, dinosaur (now where did that come from?) and cat kigurumis, looking very embarrassed indeed.

"Our time has come," Fubuki said in a mock-serious voice.

"Next time, they'd know better before making us cosplay each other," Gouenji returned in the same tone, and they both whipped out their mobile phones discreetly, poised ready to return the favour.

End…?

Omake!

"No! We're sorry, okay! Just- don't!" Kazemaru squealed in a very unmanly manner as Gouenji's finger neared the "post" button on his touch screen phone.

"Please, Gouenji-kun, we promise we'll delete the post!" Hiroto sounded very desperated indeed, and Gouenji felt his lip twich. "Well, this is called payback."

"I-it won't do you any good anyways!" Kidou protested, and Gouenji was amused to see the frantic look on his usually calm, reserved face, Fubuki, beside him, let loose one of his yangire giggles, before leaning over and casually poking the "post" button.

It was done.

Gouenji and Fubuki high-fived, before (immaturely, Gouenji told himself again, but ridiculously happily) tore out of the school gates to hide in the park, stifling spouts of uncontrollable laughter the best they could with the sleeve of their kigurumis.

Sweet revenge.

End

Author's note: Unplanned omake because I can. Please review and tell me what you think I can do to improve. Thank you.