DRV3 headcanons, one-shots and other stuff [COMPLETED]

(O/S) Miu x Male! Crossdressing! SHSL Historian! Reader

Requested by @Plit_Plat. Enjoy!
Titles: Intellectual Idiots.

Y/N's POV

As the SHSL Historian, it goes without saying that I was quite smart. I was not being cocky, just being honest.
I really enjoyed teaching, more specifically teaching my friends. Somehow, for some reason, I ended up befriending Miu Iruma herself.
I'd always taken a liking to her and her confidence, since I myself had literally none, and wondered about what it would be like to date her. I instantly chase the thought from my mind and ground my unorthodox fantasies. No. Bad Y/N. It's a strictly platonic relationship.
I sighed and watched the female student from afar as the bell for lunch rang. I just wanted to eat, and then do my own thing.
"Hey, Y/N!" Miu called. "Wanna eat lunch with me?"
"Sure." I replied as calmly as I could muster. "Okay."
I ordered a plate of f/f and sat down at a table with in inventor.
"So, smart-stuff..." Miu began, "How's life?"
My face grew slightly warm. "Fine. Everything's just sort of... fine." I ate a mouthful of f/f.
"Just fine? That's depressing, if you ask me. Something wrong?"
"Oh... no..." I just want you to love me even though one of my hobbies is crossdressing.
"Is it your sister? Is she being controlling or something."
"No no, Mahiru's just fine." I mumbled, finishing my meal (I was hungry, what could I say?). I stood up and left Miu alone and slightly confused.

Miu's POV

I watched him walk off and thought to myself just how much I loved him. I loved the way he acted, how he worked, how he talked, just... everything.
I decided to finish what I was eating and stormed after him, pissed at whoever had made him so upset.
I tried texting him.

Me: where the hell did you run off to?!
Me: answer ffs!
Me: GODDAMMIT Y/N!

I reluctantly turned my phone off and walked past the history classrooms. I peeked in one of the windows.
Oh.
My.
God.
Y/N L/N, the SHSL Historian, crossdressing as Queen Victoria. Her mannerisms were super posh and matched Y/N to a T but—
—WAIT CROSSDRESSING?!
I gasped with delight and stormed into the room. "Y/N L/N, YOU SHOULD HAVE TOLD ME YOU BEAUTIFUL HUMAN BEING."
He flinched at my words and spun around, screaming at me to get out with a cherry-red face and hands held up defensively.
I howled with laughter and started hugging him. "Yeah, so I was going to confess to you later but now seems like a pretty good time."
His blush dulled slightly. "Wait, you're cool with—?!"
"Oh Hell yeah I am!" I butted in, punching him lightly in the shoulder and winking.
"I-I mean..." He stuttered, pulling away slightly. "I like you too but I just figured I... um... wasn't your type."
My eyes popped. "The gorgeous girl genius, Miu Iruma, objects to your stupid comment! Of course I like you, stupid."
I kissed him right on the lips and he seemed to be in a daze.
"I'm an intellectual!" He defended, nervously.
"An intellectual idiot, that's for sure."
"Hey, uh, Miu..." he mumbled. "Maybe you want to dress as somebody of the opposite sex? Somebody... uh... from my timeline."
We spent literally the entire afternoon trying on various outfits from Y/N's favourite part of history, and I could never love the man more.

Bonus Ending (because this was so short—) // Narrator's POV

Y/N never mentioned crossdressing in public, but you know for sure Miu would subtly drop hints.
Oh wait, 'subtle' isn't a word in her vocabulary!
Yeah, she'd outright tell people, much to Y/N's embarrassment. He'd squeal at her for hours on end until she would shut him up with a kiss.
So, Y/N would get a kiss from her almost every day.
Lovely.

A/N: why are all my recent fics so s h o r t?

Word count - 672.