[ It's obvious from the messages they exchange throughout the day that Ryuji is not having the best time. Normally Ren would take that as his cue to ensure that dinner is one of Ryuji's favorites and block out some time for them to do something mindlessly fun like kick each other's asses in a video game.
Today, though, the plans are a bit different.
It lines up well, actually, without him ever meaning for it to. Between a cancelled class and having the day off work, he ends up with a vast amount of free time in the afternoon. Conveniently so, because he has a coffee date (in the most platonic meaning of the word—actual dates are something he shares only with Ryuji) that's needed to happen for a few days now.
Maybe treating his former homeroom teacher to coffee is a bit unusual, but Ren's relationship with Kawakami has never really been typical. That actually came up recently in a conversation with Ryuji: the fact that during their Thieving days, he was regularly receiving massages from the teacher in full maid garb—once again, completely platonic. He was, understandably, kind of floored by the information, and the look in his eyes got Ren wondering.
So that's why Kawakami has a nondescript bag waiting for him when they meet, the mirth clear in her eyes when she hands it over. Shut it, Becky, Ren tells her, humor plain in his own tone, before they get start getting caught up.
The outfit, he finds later that evening, is more comfortable than he would have guessed. It feels weird going on, but once Ren has slid into the full maid getup, from the white stockings to the slightly flared skirt all the way to the frilled hairband that he has to fight with to stand it up straight among the mess of his hair… it's not so bad. And he doesn't look so bad, either, he's not ashamed to note as he slides the glasses from his nose while examining himself in the mirror. Definitely not a soft, petite maid ready to do fulfill her master's every wish, but his legs do look especially long underneath the short, ruffled skirt, the black-bowed ribbon adorning the neckpiece a sharp contrast against his pale skin.
It turns out to be a good thing that the costume is comfortable. Ryuji takes longer than usual to arrive home, and by the time the sound of the door opening finally rings through their apartment, Ren has to scramble up from where he's stretched out across the couch to lounge in a decidedly unladylike manner. He pats down his skirt, straightens the neckline, and takes one more moment to wrangle the headband into submission again, and then he's walking out to greet Ryuji, hands clasped in front of him. ]
Welcome home, Master. [ He's way too into this, but Ryuji's reaction is going to be worth it. ]
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Today, though, the plans are a bit different.
It lines up well, actually, without him ever meaning for it to. Between a cancelled class and having the day off work, he ends up with a vast amount of free time in the afternoon. Conveniently so, because he has a coffee date (in the most platonic meaning of the word—actual dates are something he shares only with Ryuji) that's needed to happen for a few days now.
Maybe treating his former homeroom teacher to coffee is a bit unusual, but Ren's relationship with Kawakami has never really been typical. That actually came up recently in a conversation with Ryuji: the fact that during their Thieving days, he was regularly receiving massages from the teacher in full maid garb—once again, completely platonic. He was, understandably, kind of floored by the information, and the look in his eyes got Ren wondering.
So that's why Kawakami has a nondescript bag waiting for him when they meet, the mirth clear in her eyes when she hands it over. Shut it, Becky, Ren tells her, humor plain in his own tone, before they get start getting caught up.
The outfit, he finds later that evening, is more comfortable than he would have guessed. It feels weird going on, but once Ren has slid into the full maid getup, from the white stockings to the slightly flared skirt all the way to the frilled hairband that he has to fight with to stand it up straight among the mess of his hair… it's not so bad. And he doesn't look so bad, either, he's not ashamed to note as he slides the glasses from his nose while examining himself in the mirror. Definitely not a soft, petite maid ready to do fulfill her master's every wish, but his legs do look especially long underneath the short, ruffled skirt, the black-bowed ribbon adorning the neckpiece a sharp contrast against his pale skin.
It turns out to be a good thing that the costume is comfortable. Ryuji takes longer than usual to arrive home, and by the time the sound of the door opening finally rings through their apartment, Ren has to scramble up from where he's stretched out across the couch to lounge in a decidedly unladylike manner. He pats down his skirt, straightens the neckline, and takes one more moment to wrangle the headband into submission again, and then he's walking out to greet Ryuji, hands clasped in front of him. ]
Welcome home, Master. [ He's way too into this, but Ryuji's reaction is going to be worth it. ]