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Yuya smiled in contentment as he and Yuto finished their takoyaki. "Well, that was good, but we should probably head back home now, huh?" he said. Yuto smiled at him. "Yeah, good idea."

They walked out of the 7-Eleven, and Yuya looked up at the sky. The stars were pretty, and the tomato-head was so busy looking at them that he almost tripped. Yuto immediately caught Yuya, and picked him up bridal style.

"Ah! Y-Yuto?!" Yuya yelped, startled by the gesture. Yuto just smiled at him. "I don't want you to trip and hurt yourself!"

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Yuya started blushing brightly, but didn't protest too much. Yuto seemed happy carrying him, and it did feel nice. Yuya felt very safe in Yuto's arms like this.

Yuto held him close to his chest the whole way back home, smiling softly the entire time. Fortunately the 7-Eleven was only a couple blocks away from Yuya's house. If it were any further away, the tomato would have protested more about the eggplant carrying him so far.

Yuto didn't even put Yuya down when they reached his house. He managed to open the front door with the hand holding Yuya's legs, making a sound of satisfaction when the door opened. As soon as they entered the house, they heard Yuri's voice, "Aw, Yuya, you look like a princess!~"

"Shush!" Yuya said, blushing as he looked towards the couch where the cabbage-headed boy's voice came from. His blush grew brighter when he saw Yuri and Yugo. "Are… are you wearing my clothes? Why are you wearing my clothes?"

"Your mom told us we could," Yugo said. "We don't have any changes of clothes here right now." Both his and Yuri's hair were damp from showering.

"Yeah, you two should go have a shower and change, too," Yuri said, grinning like a maniac. "We even left out an outfit on your bed for you, Yuya!~"

Yuya wasn't sure he wanted to know what kind of outfit Yuri had set out for him. But he didn't want to give his Fusion counterpart the satisfaction of knowing. Yuto didn't seem to want to put him down, so Yuya awkwardly got his shoes off and let him carry him upstairs to his room. As the door to his bedroom was opened, Yuya saw the outfit on his bed and turned bright red.

"OH MY GOD! YURI! YUGO! YOU WENT INTO THE FORBIDDEN CLOSET?! WHYYYYYY?!" he wailed. Yuto's eyes widened when he saw the outfit, and his nose started bleeding.

There, laying on Yuya's bed, was a very frilly pink lolita dress with ruffles and bows. One of several dresses that Yuya secretly kept in his Forbidden Closet. He was too embarrassed to let people know, but Yuya secretly enjoyed cross-dressing. It was a guilty pleasure of his. He even had several sets of cute heels hidden in his closet. The fact that Yuri, Yugo, and now Yuto knew was extremely embarrassing. Yuya buried his face in Yuto's chest, trying to hide from the world.

Yuto, meanwhile, was imagining Yuya in the cute pink dress. It was a very adorable mental image. His nosebleed started dripping down his face, and he finally had to put Yuya down to deal with it.

The moment Yuto released him, Yuya raced over to his bed. He grabbed the dress, ran to the Forbidden Closet, and shoved the dress unceremoniously inside, slamming the door shut before daring to peek over at Yuto. "We don't speak of that, got it?"

"Got it!" Yuto said, smiling warmly at Yuya. He was pinching his nose closed in an attempt to stem the blood flow. "Do you mind if I borrow some of your clothes? Yugo's right, we don't have any clothes of our own here, apart from what we arrived in."

"Yeah, they're in that closet over there," Yuya said, pointing at the closet with his normal clothes in it. "Ah, you can take a shower first, to uh, clean up the blood."

"Thanks," Yuto said, grabbing a change of clothes and heading off to the bathroom.

By the time both Yuto and Yuya had showered and changed, the smell of breakfast was filling the house, and Yuya had calmed down from his embarrassment. He slid down the firepole to find his parents and counterparts already eating.

"Aw, you aren't wearing the clothes we picked out for you," Yuri said, pouting. "Such a shame, I think they would have completed your princess look from earlier!~"

"Shush!" Yuya's face went red again as he sat down. "Why were you even looking in that closet? Rude!"

"What? We were curious!" Yugo whined.

"That doesn't mean you're allowed to snoop through my private belongings!" Yuya pouted.

"As cute as that, ah, outfit was, he's right," Yuto said. "You should have respected his privacy. He made it very clear that he didn't want us to see those clothes."

Yuri scowled and muttered something about him being a suck-up, but Yuya smiled at Yuto gratefully. Meanwhile, his parents realized what the conversation was about. They had known for years that Yuya secretly enjoyed cross-dressing, but they had never judged him for it, nor had they ever brought it up. In fact, Yuya didn't even realize that they knew. (Although he should have figured it out by now, since his mother did the laundry and definitely knew that the dresses she found in the wash weren't hers.)

The fact that Yuto respected Yuya's privacy made Yusho happy. He wasn't happy about the fact that Yugo and Yuri had snooped through his son's secret clothes though. He would have to keep a closer eye on those two.