Misaki, I can't see you anymore

Chaotic and noisy.

——This is the full definition of Fushimi Saru Hiko for the year-end party.

Due to various reasons, Fushimi had to attend the year-end party of the youth group, sitting in a corner and watching a group of people making a fuss, with undisguised disgust and impatience written all over his face.

—He wouldn’t be in this annoying place if it weren’t for the dreaded text message that “Party-missers will receive a bowl of mashed red beans as a condolence gift.”

"Fushimi-kun, it's your turn."

"Huh?" Fushimi, who had been in a free state, was a little at a loss, and looked suspiciously at Munakata Reishi who had an iceberg face as usual.

"Game of Kings*, it's time for you to draw lots." Munakata pushed his glasses, and raised his eyebrows to indicate to Fushimi the pile of papers on the table.

"Tsk." Fushimi frowned, reached out and took out one.

7 number.

"This damn thing, end it soon. 』

Depressedly down a glass of wine, Fushimi prayed sincerely to No.30 for the second time.

Then in less than ten seconds, this thought was successfully changed into a sentence like "Don't end it, let's make it longer".

The reason was a small waiter in a maid outfit who suddenly appeared at the door.

— Misaki Hatta.

"That... this is the beer and Shou... the blue dress you ordered?!!"

"Long time no see, mi~sa~ki~"

Hatta thought, he might never find a worse time in his life than today.

Originally, the fact that there were not enough men's work clothes in the part-time shop and he could only wear women's work clothes made him very angry. He didn't expect to meet someone from the youth group while they were still wearing women's clothes.

And what's even more weird is why there is a maid costume when it's an izakaya! ! !

Hatta felt that maybe he should buy a lottery ticket today, so that he might not need to work again in the future.

"Don't call me by my name, bastard monkey!" Hatta waved his fist angrily, but remembered that he was working part-time, so he didn't punch out after all.

"I didn't expect misaki to have such a habit." Ignoring Hatta's threatening tone and the helpless eyes of the surrounding youth team members, Fushimi stood up and walked to Hatta's side to look at each other's clothes, "Since it's a maid, give me a good call Master."

"Ape Biko, you..."

"Cough..." With a light cough to interrupt the dispute between the two, Munakata raised the note with the king written on it, and his voice was as cold as ever, "I am the king, order No. 7 and Hatta-kun to wear the same clothes."

Fushimi, who was about to ignore Munakata and continue arguing with Hatta, fell silent in an instant, looked at the 7 in his hand facing everyone, and suddenly felt that Munakata's eyes were unusually sharp.

"So, who is No. 7?"

—… He definitely did it on purpose!

Feeling the eyes of everyone, Fushimi could only raise the note in his hand angrily.

"Pfft... Saru Hiko, you look surprisingly good in women's clothing, hahaha."

Fushimi thought that he would never come to the party of the youth group for the rest of his life.

——Compared to wearing women's clothes, he would rather eat red bean paste.

"Shut up misaki, you don't have the right to criticize me for not only wearing women's clothes but also looking like a woman." Fushimi tugged down the skirt of the maid's dress annoyedly, and stepped into the pair of black high heels carefully.

"Huh? Bastard monkey, who do you think looks like a woman?!" Hatta jumped up angrily, waving his fists, and then sprained his feet because of the ten-centimeter thick-soled high-heeled shoes on his feet.

"Ahhhhh!!"

"Eh? Misaki, you... ah hey!!"

So, after all kinds of chaotic links, the scene that appeared was that two gothic-style maids fell ambiguously between a wardrobe in the dressing room, one with a flushed face and the other with a disgusted face.

"Misaki, you are still so clumsy, you really are a brat." Fushimi frowned and pulled out the arm that was subconsciously placed under Hatta in order to protect Hatta, and blurted out the mocking words without thinking.

"You're the brat, bastard monkey!" Hatta retorted subconsciously, and suddenly realized the other person's face was close at hand, so he had to turn his head away in embarrassment, his face turned red, "Anyway, get up quickly. "

"Cut." As if realizing that the posture of the two of them was indeed inappropriate, Fushimi got up from Hatta, tried to stand up but fell back due to the high heels on his feet.

"Well?!"

This time it was standard mouth to mouth.

The panic lasted only a second, and Fushimi quickly threw off his high heels and stumbled to his feet, turning his head in embarrassment and coughing dryly twice.

Hatta lay on the ground in a daze, his arms covering his lips in panic.

"Don't look like you've been violated by me, Misaki," Fushimi adjusted his mood and put on his usual sick smile, "Is it just an accident, or do you actually want to kiss longer?"

"Who... who wants to kiss you longer, you pervert!" Hatta stood up awkwardly and walked towards the door of the dressing room, "I... I'm going out first..."

Seeing Hatta's back disappear behind the door, Fushimi smiled softly and licked his lips.

——The blushing look is also cute, Misaki.

【End of the show】

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*King game: Well, I think many people should have seen it. It is a group of people drawing lots. One of the lottery is the king and the others are numbers. The person who draws the king can order what number to do.