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𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒♡彡

Kunimi feels insecure once he puts on a dress that he ordered, but his boyfriend has different thoughts.

» For this chapter, you can think of any dress of your choice! :) the way I envisioned it was a party dress.

- also happy late birthday Kindaichi 🤧💔

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Kunimi picked up the package that he just received in front of his door and grabbed a pair of scissors bringing them up to his bedroom, he placed the package on his bed and cut it open by the opening that was wrapped by tape.

He sighed as he saw the dress and hung it in front of him for a full view, it was a soft baby pink colour, a bit too short for his liking, and very eye-catching. Not his style at all.

He wanted to experiment with things, get out of his comfort zone... but only for Kindaichi, otherwise, he would never even consider it, hell even think about changing the way he is for someone.

Kindaichi was always lighthearted with him, every second with him was filled with kisses, hugs, cuddles, warm smiles, all of the above. Kunimi always felt kind of guilty taking it all. He wanted to do something for him for a change.

He fixated his gaze back to the dress, having second thoughts running around his mind all over the place. The dress was very expositive, showed a lot of skin, and a slippery silky material. Kunimi was a tall boy, so the dress would most likely be up to his upper thighs which would not be helpful at all.

'Will he even like this?' He questioned, his hesitation turning to brief panic, his mood immediately saddening.

Kunimi hastily shook all his negative thoughts away, he wasn't going to make false statements without even putting on the dress, so he turned to grab it still a bit hesitant, ignoring his intentions and stomach-turning and twisting uncomfortably and walked to his bathroom to finally put on the dress.

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While Kunimi changed he forced himself to have no sneak peeks in the mirror, he wanted himself to have a genuine first reaction of him in a dress. Something he never wore. And would probably not consider wearing it again.

He eventually got the dress around his body and walked out of his bathroom finding the dress surprisingly really comfortable and soft but the only disadvantage being that it was short enough to make him squeamish.

He walked up to where he was once was when he opened the package, placing himself in front of the mirror while looking at the floor, he breathed out a heavy exhale, preparing himself for what he will now greet in front of the mirror.

He slowly lifted his head to look at himself... and once he did, his mouth went agape, batting his eyes, paying attention to every small detail about his figure. The atmosphere was filled with silence helping Kunimi focus his best and examine everything.

The boy was so in focus that he didn't even hear the front door of his apartment open, a bag dropping, and heavy footsteps slowly and steadily approaching towards the room that he, Kunimi, wearing a dress, was in.

The unknown person had opened the door and once Kunimi heard the first creaking noise in the door in less than a millisecond, he gasped, eyes widening, and without thinking threw the box that held the dress in at the person that had just entered the room.

Kunimi squinted his eyes and grit his teeth in desperation for the anonymous person to not see him in such a apparel. He hid himself with his arms which very clearly failed.