Disclaimer: Sleeping habits can make you go crazy.

Notes: Set Game is actually a weekly dose of POT medicine for me. XD

Set 073

"Can somebody ask Ishida from class II-B to come here?" Inui politely ordered someone. Oishi nodded and went downstairs to fetch the said man. After three minutes, Oishi came back later together with the guy called Ishida.

"You called for me," he said fixing his eyeglasses. Inui ushered him to sit on the chair near the table. They were basically sitting inside the student council office.

"I need you to do me a favor."

"Well...what?"

"Make the designs for the maid dresses for our class."

Ishida looked at him, his brows shot in mere curiosity.

"Our class' booth is highly confidential. You need not to know."

"Alright," he said in resignation.

"Does it have to be frilly?" he asked before he left.

"Yes, with bows and ties and …well, everything," Inui confirmed.

"Understood," Ishida said before he closed the door. Inui sat on the swivel chair looking pleased.

"Tezuka would definitely thank me."

Set 074

Amidst the busy students of III-A fixing the said booth every free period, with every boys hammering and nailing everything and the girls trying to décorate the room with ribbons and whatnot, Fuji walked carefully, trying not to step on people's feet moving in and out of the room to talk something important to Inui. He then approached Inui but had to stop for a moment to gaze at the beautiful dresses hanging in the corner. Inui noticed him.

"Do you need something Fuji?"

"The dresses are beautiful, who made them?" Fuji asked, totally forgetting what's he's really supposed to say.

"Ishida Uryuu from II-B, you like it?"

"Yes, very much so. I'm sure the girls will look lovely in those dress," Fuji commented with a dreamy sigh. Inui's face changed by the slightest frown and opened up his mouth to talk.

"You're actually forgetting something important Fuji," he said lividly.

"Mm? What is it?" Fuji asked cheerfully as he touched the fabric of the dresses. Inui lightly put his hands on Fuji's shoulder.

"You're going to wear one of these."

"Oh, I see," Fuji replied absently. But after a moment of realization, Fuji's snapped.

"What?"

Set 075

Fuji raised both his arms and restrained himself to roll his eyes out.

"Wait, Fuji-kun I need your measurement around your waist," the girl said as she kneels down in front of Fuji.

Fuji now rolled his eyes.

"Why am I dragged into this?" he said through strained voice looking at Inui for a valid explanation.

"Well people voted for you to do this," Inui pointed out.

"They were forced to vote me you mean?"

Inui choked on his melon bread and hastily wiped his face with his handkerchief.

"Don't talk such rubbish ideas."

"Inui…" Fuji stressed, his eyes glinting dangerously at Inui.

"No, I…I am basically, absolutely innocent of your false accusations against me."

"I don't want to be a maid," Fuji whined uncharacteristically. Fuji was actually imagining himself as one of the cooks for the booth. In that way, he could show them, especially a certain someone, that he can cook very well. Inui looked at the frilly ribbons being pinned at the back of the maid's skirt.

"Trust me. You'll beg me to do this job."

Set 076

Fuji tried on the dress. It was basically a French maid-styled uniform dress. The dress reached just above Fuji's knees. He was also wearing black socks and black gloves. To top it off, Fuji was forced to have hair extension to make him look more effeminate.

And oh, Fuji was also wearing a black bonnet.

"See, you're basically beautiful Fuji," Inui whistled as he circled around the irked Fuji.

"But I'm not supposed to be wearing this! I'm a guy remember?"

Inui stopped in his tracks and looked at Fuji with such unreadable expression. After a while, Inui spoke.

"Why Fuji, I didn't know you harbor deep affections with regards to your sexuality."

"Just shut up Inui," Fuji admonished. He looked at himself on the large mirror in front of him and wondered how Tezuka would react if he saw him like that.

Fuji smiled hopefully.