Posted originally on the Archive_of_Our_Own at https://archiveofourown.org/ works/12132432. Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Underage Category: M/M Fandom: Ensemble_Stars!_(Video_Game) Relationship: Morisawa_Chiaki/Takamine_Midori Character: Morisawa_Chiaki, Takamine_Midori Additional Tags: Omegaverse, slight_dubcon, Crossdressing Stats: Published: 2017-09-19 Words: 5500 ****** The Girls' Uniform ****** by ChiakiP Summary Chapter 1: Midori's alpha presentation comes at the worst time. Notes Since I'm the only Chiaki P who doesn't like Chia/Kana and the only Mido/Chia fan who likes Bottom Chiaki, I guess I have to provide all the content myself This will likely be a series for my own amusement, so feel free to send me requests or suggestions! For now, there's this. Thank you for reading! I was able to finish this just in time for Chiaki's birthday!! I love you Chiaki!! April Fools’ was really only an American holiday, but someone got wind of it and suggested they do a joke “Dream Festival” as a one-day-only slack day. No one really seemed up for it, though, because of how seriously they all took their school events, and most took the “joke” Dream Fes as something that would damage their unit’s reputation. However, Chiaki – who always liked to have fun with every event, jumped at the chance to do something interesting outside of his usual unit performances. As the captain of the Basketball club team he could easily make them do his bidding – although Subaru always seemed interested in anything fun, Mao and Midori took a little more convincing. Eventually the two gave in to their more excitable comrades’ begging, and they set to planning their joke event. Since they were a sports’ team and a lot of female fans were disappointed their last Sports Festival event didn’t feature proper “cheer” uniform, they decided to run another “cheer” campaign. To Chiaki’s disappointment they were only able to dig up one Yumenosaki girls’ cheer uniform, since most of the school’s population was male, it wasn’t likely they’d find any more. Midori seemed especially incredulous when Chiaki suggested they draw straws to see who got to wear the skirt. Now, in a circle, the four basketball club members sat on the floor of the gym, three sets of eyes staring hard at their captain, who clutched four wooden chopsticks in his hand. One would be marked with a red dot, and whoever pulled that one, would have to wear the girls’ uniform. The only one who didn’t seem nervous other than Chiaki himself was Subaru, but that was characteristic. Mao wore a look of intense worry, and Midori looked especially glum. They each took turns pulling sticks, until Chiaki was left with one in his hand. Then, they all looked to see if their chopstick had the red mark on it. To his immense surprise, of the four sticks that were there, Chiaki was left with the marked one. He cracked a slight smile and then held it up so his other club members could see the red dot on the wood. Midori especially looked relieved when he saw that it wasn’t him that held the cursed chopstick, and sank into his shoulders with a sigh. Subaru placed his hand loosely over his mouth to hide his amused laughter. “Chi-chan-senpai, don’t you realize you have to wear the skirt now?” He laughed again. “Of course, Akehoshi! I won’t back down from such a simple change!” Chiaki slapped his chest as if to show his manliness. Midori flinched a little at the sound, and sent his worried look to his club captain. “U-um, Morisawa-senpai, shouldn’t you be a little more concerned…?” The brunet picked at his shirt with his long fingers. “It’s not exactly, um, uncommon knowledge that you’re-“ Chiaki silenced him with a wide and courageous grin, and stood from his cross- legged position on the gym floor. “Don’t worry, Takamine! I’m way cooler and stronger than any hormone that might get released by me wearing a skirt. No one here at the school is interested in me, anyway,” he shook his hips a little in a dance to show Midori the annoyed look from Mao. “…alright,” Midori answered after a moment, although he didn’t relax at all. Despite his charisma and height, 3rd year Chiaki Morisawa was, against all odds, classified as an omega – although it rarely showed because he was so good at hiding it with his personality. He’d never really been questioned as to the circumstances of his secondary gender, and was sure that even if he was, he wouldn’t have an answer anyway. Midori’s worry, however, was refreshing – an un-presented freshman worrying so wholesomely for his upperclassman’s safety. Chiaki leaned down and rested a heavy hand on his teammate’s shoulder, and although he didn’t say anything, he hoped that the smile he gave helped to ease Midori’s worries about any possible incident resulting from a mistake in Chiaki’s medication. A lot of terrible circumstances would have to occur all at the same time for something to go wrong on his part – although he wasn’t one to take excessive medication to completely disable his heat, he did keep up with delayers so that he would get it mostly on breaks, give or take a long stretch of school here or there. He was also fairly careful to plan them around RYUSEITAI events so that he didn’t have to miss out on properly guiding his unit. Although Kanata was also a 3rd year, he was a bit airheaded – not that Chiaki didn’t trust his Blue completely, but he worried that if Kanata were left in charge of their younger members, nothing would get done on schedule, and the Student Council got snappy when things weren’t on schedule. Midori seemed to settle ever so slightly at the touch, and looked down to his lap and sighed again. Chiaki could tell that Midori was a little calmer. Subaru and Mao were also looking at him a bit incredulously, although they didn’t voice their worries like Midori did. Chiaki clapped once and the sound reverberated through the polished gym. “Alright, everyone! Let’s get to practice, and then afterwards, we can plan out the specifics of what we’ll be doing for our Cheer Fest.” They broke from the meeting and went together to the locker room to put on their uniforms. Although they were just a club and didn’t even have enough for a full team, they practiced with as much passion and dedication as they put into their idol work. They mostly did 2-on-2 skirmishes between themselves to keep up their skills, or if they were lucky they could set up a small game against a neighboring school, but given their busy schedules with unit work, it was more often that they just did activities within the club. Despite Chiaki’s status as an omega and his low blood pressure, he was a fairly good player and enjoyed participating in the basketball club as a whole. Their locker room in the gym was smallish with sparse lockers, but the four club members diligently went together to change in the tight space. While Chiaki pulled his shirt off over his head he snuck a peek over his shoulder to his tall underclassman next to him. Despite his mood, Midori was broad, and had well-defined lean muscles on his back. He always complained about how being so tall was troublesome, but Chiaki found it attractive – at least from the perspective of a classmate. He had been endlessly happy when Midori had agreed to settle into their RYUSEITAI group – Midori was talented and handsome, and his height was sure to draw a crowd. Chiaki found himself staring after a moment as his thoughts trailed off, so he shook his head and went back to changing. Practice passed as usual. Since they were planning on working on a schedule for their April Fools’ Cheer Fest, the four of them worked on their passes and dribbles and ended practice fifteen minutes early to figure out what would be fun to do. They settled on a short athletic-gymnastic performance – Chiaki and Midori could both pull off some good gymnastics because of how RYUSEITAI dances were (Chiaki much more so since he performed in Tokusatsu shows often for kids in the park) and Subaru was a natural, so they had Mao do more simple things when they put their routine together. Alongside the performance they thought it would be good to recruit some of the other clubs to help distribute snacks or run snack booths, which would also aid in drawing a crowd. Subaru and Chiaki were pretty charismatic, so Chiaki decided that he and his ginger underclassman would try and convince another club to help them with their event. Once he left practice Chiaki wandered down the hallway in search of his fellow third-year, Kanata, who was either in his Marine Life club room, or drifting in the fountain. Subaru went in search of Hokuto, or perhaps Makoto, or one of his other friends from his class, or the little first years he clung to stubbornly. He’d probably have better luck with Shino than with Hokuto or Makoto – the Trickstar members’ club leaders (Wataru and Izumi, respectively) tended to be a bit strange or stubborn, and Ra*bits were always looking for opportunities to advertise their somewhat new group. Kanata was pretty supportive of Chiaki’s sometimes random endeavors, and his club-mates were usually somewhat free (although Souma could be a bit iffy). He was lucky, that once he reached the Marine Life Club room he found Kanata with his arms deep in a fish tank, his fingers submerged in the colored rocks at the bottom while small fish fluttered through the gaps beneath his hands. He glanced up with sleepy eyes when Chiaki knocked on the open door, and gave his captain a small smile. “Chiaki~” he greeted breezily, pulling his arms from the fish tank – Chiaki noticed that he hadn’t bothered to roll up his sleeves before dunking his arms in the water, so the blue of his uniform jacket was soaked through and clung to Kanata’s skin. “Welcome…what is it that you need..?” His speech was, as usual, just as sleepy as he looked. He shook out his arms and didn’t care that the water droplets splattered all over the floor. It didn’t seem that Kaoru or Souma were around at the moment. “I need your help with something, Blue,” Chiaki began, approaching his teammate with his arms crossed. “I’m not sure how up-to-date you are on school gossip, but me and the Basketball club are putting on a Joke Show for April Fools’ – we want to do more than just a short performance, so we’re all scouting out amongst friends to see if anyone wants to help by running a food booth, or something.” “Hmmm…” Kanata’s face was curious, but still retained a certain sense of disinterest. “I suppose I could help out… since you’re my friend and all…” it seemed he’d honestly rather do something else, but Chiaki was thankful for the support. “I’ll see if Souma and Kaoru are willing to help as well…” The brunet omega grinned broadly, teeth and all. “Thanks, Kanata,” he answered appreciatively. “That’ll help a ton. Gathering crowds is important for idols, after all.” Kanata’s responding smile was soft and gentle. “No worries, Chiaki~ I’m sure it will be fun~” Kanata was one of those anomalies at their school – including his ‘oddball’ status. Although each of their secondary genders was their own business, some of their classifications were common knowledge. However, Kanata was a mystery – he was fairly scentless, and his attitude was already strange enough so that he couldn’t really be discerned from the others based on personality. Chiaki had never asked – he was never really interested in the intricacies of his friend’s personal life, outside what had already been shared with him. A sort of don’t ask-don’t tell policy was laid between them, especially about their romantic lives. The first’ years, however – some of them had the misfortune of presenting during their days at school – late bloomers, or something like that. Others hadn’t presented or perhaps hadn’t disclosed but you could just tell – most of the students had personalities or scents that could be somewhat categorized. It didn’t really affect Chiaki too much, but sometimes scents drifted through the air that he could identify – his fellow RYUSEITAI member, Nagumo, for instance, always put out a strong scent of omegan admiration when he was with or talking about his taishou, Kiryu. To his knowledge, Nagumo wasn’t presented, but some of his mannerisms gave him away. But then again – it didn’t really matter. Chiaki tried to tell himself that often, but instinct was hard to deny, as well as his own natural curiosity. He liked to know lots about the people he spent time with – he considered himself a fairly friendly person. If Kanata noticed his classmate had drifted, he didn’t let it on, and when Chiaki snapped back to himself after wavering thoughts the light-haired boy had his arms elbow-deep in the fish tank again. Chiaki excused himself from the club room and went back to find Subaru, who had been successful in recruiting his friends in Ra*bits to help out with their “event”. They had to put their plans on hold until about a week before the actual date due to “proper” events they had to put on – RYUSEITAI had their ‘Repayment Festival’ (though there were some fiascos around that time) Kanata helped out with the Akatsuki-UNDEAD collaboration in March, and so on. Finally there was a small break following the 25th of March, so the Basketball club could finally get together and start setting up their act. Eichi was letting this one fly – probably because he thought it would be amusing to watch. They decorated the gym with streamers and balloons, they constructed makeshift booths to do festival-style games and such, and they got use of the kitchens to make “athletes’ snacks” like rice balls and honey-soaked lemons not only for themselves after their performance but for the audience members, as well, to provide the atmosphere of a sporting event (even if they were just putting on a cheerleaders’ show). At last – the day of the show came. Chiaki could hear a crowd bustling outside the gym doors – still closed and watched by some of their volunteers, so that they could do last-minute preparations and have their group meeting so they could motivate themselves for a good show. Midori seemed especially antsy that day – whenever anyone made a sudden noise or movement he would glance up in alarm – eyes wide like he’d seen a ghost, or someone had stolen one of his plush (again). Chiaki finally had a chance to talk to him alone when they were together in the locker room changing into the cheer outfits – Subaru and Mao had already finished, and had gone ahead to peek outside, and do other finishing things to make their show a good one. Midori was shaking holding his uniform shirt in front of his open locker, eyebrows furrowed deep together as if deep in thought. Chiaki approached him quietly from behind, and laid a cool finger on the back of his underclassman’s neck – causing the tall brunet to jump almost violently in surprise. Chiaki laughed off the slight awkwardness easily, “Don’t be so worried, Takamine,” he told Midori wholeheartedly. “We’ll have fun!” Midori didn’t look so convinced, but nodded slightly – it seemed that the performance wasn’t really what he was worrying about currently, but Chiaki’s words seemed to calm him ever so slightly – at least in Chiaki’s eyes, they did. Chiaki moved to his locker where he’d stored his own outfit for the show – the short-stick girls’ uniform, chosen to send ripples of laughter through the audience for their joke show. It seemed to belong to a first-year or something, based on the size – Chiaki wasn’t sure if it was in use, since he never really visited the main school (as an attendee of the idol branch), so he had no idea of their sports teams were any good, how often they used the uniforms…and so on. The length of the skirt was just long enough to reach past his rear, the hem of the pleated skirt just brushing at the top of his thighs. The top only reached his abdominal muscles, showing a somewhat long stretch of tan skin from his navel to the dip of his hips. The top was sleeveless but since it was built for a girl of slim stature, the slots for his arms gripped tight to his shoulders. There was a set of tall socks he’d found that just fit his shoe size, and when he bent to slide them up his calves, he felt a tight set of hands at his waist, and a sort of scent that seemed unfamiliar, but achingly familiar at the same time. “Takamine..?” Chiaki said, unsure – Midori was the only other one in the locker room with him, and the scent was definitely his, although it was much stronger in this moment than it had been before. “What’s wrong?” “I’m sorry, senpai,” Midori murmured, not releasing his harsh grip on Chiaki’s hips. “I don’t know what’s wrong with me today…” Something about Midori’s mannerisms was recognized by Chiaki’s own instinct, and when his underclassman shifted forward to mouth at the slightly swollen scent gland at his neck Chiaki noticed what Midori was trying to do, and shoved him off a little so he could retain his head. Chiaki turned to see Midori, who looked even more dazed than before, but his jaw was tight as if he were in pain. Now that Chiaki was slightly out of grasp his fists were so tight his knuckles were white. He held his face low so that his eyes were hidden by his bangs, but the air around him seemed tense. “We need to get you to the clinic,” Chiaki said firmly. “We can do the performance without you; you’re in no condition to be doing athletics.” Midori, for once, denied him straightforwardly – shaking his head once, quickly. “I can’t, Morisawa-senpai. Leaving would…just make things worse..!” When he looked up, the demure first-year’s face looked complicated – like he was dealing with an inner conflict too deep to describe. His eyes, though, sent a chill down Chiaki’s spine, but he forced another wide grin. He carefully pushed his instinctive fear away out of concern for his underclassman, approaching cautiously with his hands outstretched and loose. “Do you know what’s wrong? Are you hurt?” despite his obvious concern, his voice was quivering. Midori looked up quickly, eyes wide like dinner plates, and backed up a step, but the way he tilted his body made it seem as if he’d rather come closer. He seemed to be focusing on his breathing – the slow and methodic pace at which he inhaled seemed calculated. There was a moment, Chiaki supposed, that he got too close – a moment where that familiar scent overwhelmed his instinct, and his knees felt weak. Just as they buckled, he felt Midori’s hands wrap around his back and hold him upright with a surprising amount of force and strength. Before Chiaki knew it, he was steadied on his feet again, but Midori did not release him. “Th-thanks, Takamine, I don’t know what got into me…” his laughter was forced and awkward. Midori’s hand was tight on his hip, and the third year seemed hyper-aware of it. However, when he tried shifting to stand on his own, his legs wouldn’t cooperate, and he was left standing uncomfortably close to his underclassman. He looked up to Midori but once again saw that dark and distant gaze. Finally, Chiaki realized what was going on – what his body had noticed but his head hadn’t. With one hand still situated on Chiaki’s hip, the alpha Midori reached up with the other to tilt Chiaki’s head slightly to the side, so he could nuzzle into his upperclassman’s neck, where a sweet reactant smell was coming from him in response to the presence of a blooming alpha. Midori seemed somewhat in control, though, since he wasn’t opening his mouth or anything to try and mark the scent gland and take Chiaki as his mate in his slightly mindless state – instead just pressing his nose against the skin which had begun to grow wet with sweat. The hand Midori had kept at his hip fell low, and then crawled back up under the length of the skirt, dragging his hands along the exposed skin beneath the pleated fabric. “Ah, Takamine –“ Chiaki attempted, but the grazing of teeth on his skin made him halt mid-breath. The feeling there – foreign, scarily new – sparked a heat- like feeling in Chiaki’s spine despite his heat not being due for a good while. He knew then that, even if Midori hadn’t noticed, their pairing was inevitable – the strong feeling he had suddenly to press himself close to the tall freshman and hold him there, just to feel his presence, to ease his presentation with the comfort only a proper partner could give. He exhaled slowly, and reached up loosely with a hand to pat Midori’s hair, and the texture there was soft. “It’s okay, Takamine,” he said softly, slowly. “What you’re feeling – it’s okay. It’s natural. I want to help you.” Midori hesitated at his neck, withdrawing his teeth to peer apologetically up at Chiaki from his shoulder. He at least seemed somewhat aware of what he was doing – that obtaining consent first was important, despite the extreme push of instinct. “This is…normal..?” Midori repeated slowly, keeping very still. The hand at his head seemed to calm him, enough to allow him to speak. “I’m sorry – the show…” Chiaki shook his head a little and gave Midori a nervous smile. “It’s alright. Let’s take care of you first, yeah?” He knew he’d have to lead for a while, since Midori was so confused. With his hip still in the first year’s hand, he shuffled them both towards one of the locker room benches and urged Midori to sit, and then he shyly (but with a certain amount of confidence) took a seat with his legs spread on the tall boy’s lap. With this position, the curve of his legs underneath the skirt seemed all the more tantalizing – the aspect of mystery as to what hid underneath brought up by how high up his showed before the skirt hid what remained. The top was fairly tight but now that Chiaki was somewhat hunched, the hem at the bottom had rid up a bit to expose the skin of his lower abdomen. He watched as Midori swallowed hard – now that Chiaki had taken control of the situation, mostly, he was now unsure of what step to take next, his hands open but frozen next to him on the bench. Now he looked like he should – flustered, curious, unsure. “S-senpai..?” he stammered, appearing to have more sense the longer he was exposed to the unfamiliar situation. Chiaki shifted a little closer, so that he could slot himself against Midori. He felt a bit silly doing this in the outfit he was in – worrying briefly about dirtying it for the show – but shrugged it off out of concern for his band mate, and instinctive pair. “We gotta be quick, okay?” he said softly, with a smile. “We have basketball club obligations.” Midori looked at him incredulously but the increasing heat in his cheeks showed he was in no place to argue, and the longer they looked at each other the stronger Midori’s alpha scent grew, until Chiaki could feel the press of him against the inside of his thighs, where the alpha’s cock grew interested in Chiaki’s slim body atop it. Now that Chiaki could confirm that Midori was alright with moving forward (though he was probably interested in why Chiaki suddenly decided to do it at all), he shuffled a bit so that he could reach forward into Midori’s cheer pants and grasp at his cock with both hands. The jerking squeak of surprise that came from the tall gloomy boy was a little funny, but Chiaki kept his composure. “Sorry if this makes you uncomfortable,” he said softly, while gently moving his fingers along the length, pressing his fingertips against the head, increasing his pace when it began to grow slick with precome. Chiaki was beginning to feel it, too, from the contact and the scent, and the draw his body instinctually had to the alpha, whether it be as an omega or Chiaki’s scent suspect that they were a fated pair. Although he was only touching Midori, he found his breath coming in quicker, hotter bursts the longer he went at it, until his scent, too, began to increase, and Midori’s unsatisfied whining grew loud enough to hear. “Okay, okay, gimme a sec,” Chiaki huffed, sitting up on his knees so that he could tug his briefs down far enough to expose himself enough for them to make love properly. His own muscled thighs were wet, too, where his own cock had begun to crave contact as well, and his entrance – though not in heat, due to the presence of the alpha pheromone, he could feel that he was already somewhat ready to be penetrated. Midori’s eyes grew wider – if they even could – and stared hard at where he could just glimpse Chiaki beneath the skirt, his face beyond red. He seemed to grow a bit more confident, now, reaching forward with both hands to take the backs of Chiaki’s thighs in his grasp. The touch made Chiaki feel a lot more sticky than he should, and he shuddered slightly as the brunet slowly and shakily moved his hands up to grasp Chiaki’s rear, feeling the muscle there, too, spreading the cheeks apart with both hands, and then with his long fingers reaching for the ring that began his body’s entrance. The touch there was sudden and somewhat unexpected, and the choked groan of appreciation that fell from Chiaki’s lips surprised them both. Midori looked like he wanted to say something but decided against it when Chiaki moved to again grasp at the alpha’s cock beneath him – now that he had removed his briefs (mostly) they could move forward. Chiaki felt a certain amount of urgency because of their show, but knew he couldn’t be careless when assisting Midori with his alpha presentation – if he was too hasty, Midori would probably be a lot worse off. Chiaki exhaled hotly, and forced his shaking hands to ease Midori’s cock out of his uniform pants, and was a little fascinated at how it looked – he wasn’t a stranger to sex by any means, but touching and seeing a presenting alpha was strange. He could already see the beginning of the knot forming at the base, and knew he had to act quickly, and be extremely careful - if he allowed Midori to knot him fully they’d both be out of commission for the show. Midori watched him with wide eyes as he moved forward and braced a hand on the lockers behind Midori’s head, and used the other one to steady Midori’s cock enough so that Chiaki could lower himself onto it without slipping up. It would be even more embarrassing for the both of them if Chiaki messed up while trying to initiate penetration, so he was determined to get it right the first time. While concentrating with his eyes closed he felt Midori’s hands grasp his hips tightly, and hold him steady while he moved to press the alpha’s cock slowly inside of him. With no preparation other than what his body automatically provided, the stretch was painful and it burned, but Chiaki knew he had the stamina and pain tolerance to deal with it afterwards. Midori’s health was a little more important here, and he wanted to finish quickly so that the freshman could recover properly before their show in a short few minutes. It took a bit but when Chiaki was finally seated completely he exhaled hard and slow through his mouth, moving his free hand to join its brother pressed against the lockers. Wearing the skirt while being so thoroughly penetrated by his underclassman was a lot more embarrassing than he thought it would be, so he tried to focus on how he felt and how he could make Midori feel. There was a moment buried in there where Chiaki forgot that he was supposed to be helping Midori, and not himself. Without even moving he felt his body clench tight around the intrusion, trying to draw it in further, but his silence must have worried Midori, because he gripped onto Chiaki’s hips with urgency. When he looked to Midori he was surprised to see that dark look on his face again, although it looked a lot more flustered, now, by the brightness of his cheeks and the dilation of his pupils. “Keep holding on to me, okay, Takamine?” he breathed. “I’m going to move…” The words caused Midori’s fingernails to curl tight into Chiaki’s skin where it was exposed above the top of the skirt, and the sharp stinging feeling reminded Chiaki of their urgency and time limit. He was glad he was strong enough to lift himself using just the muscles of his legs – the look of admiration on Midori’s face was priceless, plus he didn’t have to shift his position to move his hands into a better position. The drag of skin inside him felt really nice in a way that Chiaki had forgotten about, and he couldn’t help the soft pleased sigh that fell sweetly from his parted lips. His face felt hot as he continued at his own pace – somewhat quick, but slow enough to allow his legs to rest, until Midori grew impatient and, tightening his grip on Chiaki’s hips, thrust up once, twice, three times with alarming strength and low, toothy grunts that made Chiaki’s heart throb. Chiaki kept his eyes on Midori, fascinated by the way his face looked in the moment – twisted with desperation as he bucked his hips upward with a forceful awkwardness, and Chiaki knew that he shouldn’t be so enthralled by Midori’s virginal movements but the alpha’s cock rubbing his good spots so well that Chiaki began to lose track of himself, his purpose here – and focused more on keeping himself quiet, while Midori’s frantic thrusts urged them both onwards, until the sparks of orgasm began racing through his system, and Chiaki knew he wouldn’t last must longer. Midori caught himself before Chiaki caught him – the expanding of his knot with his oncoming orgasm – approaching quickly thanks to his pheromone, and with Chiaki’s omegan influence. With that same surprising strength as before, he bounced Chiaki up and off of him with his hips – just far enough for his load to just barely breach his upperclassman’s insides, and for his knot to dissipate, since it hadn’t met its conditions to stay inflated. Watching Midori’s usually glum face contort in pleasure was what brought Chiaki to his own end – splattering the underside of the front of the skirt in come, while Midori’s dripped slowly and thickly down the insides of his thighs. Chiaki was able to gather his mind quickly enough after the short intercourse to move over so that what was leaking out of him wouldn’t stain Midori’s cheer uniform pants. It was only then that Chiaki realized that Midori was shirtless, and his chest was just as red and heaving as his face as he laid his head back against the cool surface of the lockers, trying to calm down. Chiaki watched him with a look he’d later register as affection – feeling again that tug of souls of them towards each other, and he knew that he’d have to tell Midori about his discovery at some point and hoped that they were accepting enough of each other to pursue something beyond this one time sex-friend business.   While Midori rested Chiaki cleaned himself up, and Midori, too, and then regretfully switched from the girls’ uniform to the boys’, which Midori didn’t complain about when they left the locker room together to join the other two basketball club members backstage. Mao looked a bit annoyed, as if he could tell what they had done, but Chiaki was confident in his ability to pass off as normal, and with Midori back in his somewhat silent and glum state, there was no way the student council member could have realized what had transpired between them in the locker room. “Hey, Chi-chan-senpai? What happened to wearing the girls’ uniform?” Subaru complained lightheartedly as they gathered their pompoms from the little prop cart set backstage for them to use. Chiaki laughed easily. “There was an incident…I was too big for it, and it tore!” The lie passed through Subaru’s mind easily, and he frowned. “Well, I guess…that sucks, I’m sure tons of people were looking forward to seeing you in that outfit!” Chiaki ruffled the redhead’s hair with a certain amount of friendly aggression. “There’s always next year for you guys, Akehoshi,” he teased. “Maybe you’ll get to wear it next!” Subaru’s look of shock and disgust was almost theatrical in quality, but it was quickly lost to his starry smile as the music started up and the four club members headed out on stage. As they approached the curtain, Chiaki tapped Midori’s shoulder and stood on his toes to whisper encouragement into the freshman’s ear: “Come see me after the show, I want to talk to you about something…” and then left a soft kiss on the brunet’s cheek before chasing Subaru out on stage and greeted the roar of the crowd. 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