Chapter 2: #57 Stressed
I saw something like this while scrolling through Tumblr and thought the idea too good to pass up. That being said, I don't take credit for the idea.
{ Koumei-centric, 275 words, g-rating }
He carries about his day with a stern expression, mind always on his tasks.
If one did not know him, one might mistake him for being a calm, collected sort.
Koumei is, in truth, neither.
It is with highest hopes that he thinks his own work is the only thing he must stress over. But as he can see today, this isn't quite the case.
He expects such a travesty from Kouha; his jaw drops when he learns who is truly responsible.
"My brother and king… What have you done?"
Koumei stands and can do nothing but stare at the gaudy attire of the entire court. Ridiculous designs and a clashing colour palette, but all the second prince can see is red.
In a sudden moment, his arms are flailing about while he points out that the ensemble is in total disarray.
Kouen argues that he's quite proud of the outcome, thinking it suits their nation, not seeming to understand why Koumei's reaction involves such horror and disgust. 'You also think that goatee suits you.' A snide thought pops into Koumei's head. Unable to think of the words he needs to say, rather than ones that will get him strangled, Mei simply puts his hand on his brother's shoulder and shakes his head.
It takes about a week to convince Kouen to reverse the order, one week of constant badgering and pleading that costs about a fifth of Koumei's sanity and a couple hundred strands of hair, but he finally manages it.
He'll never let anything regarding fashion fall into En-nii's hands again, he swears it.