NanaMiya Here I Go Again (Nanashima x Shinomiya)

Dress One

Back at it again with another NanaMiya fanfic!!! There needs to be more ;u;

Shinomiya Hayato, a boy with ashen brown hair, caramel colored eyes, and creamy smooth skin. He was the epitome of adorable with his round eyes, button nose, and heart-shaped face.

"So cute!"

"Like a little doll!"

He ignored those comments externally, but internally he felt sort of pleased.

There was one thing he had kept a secret. A secret he didn't want anyone to find out about.

Shinomiya was a popular Net Idol.

Not a musical idol, but a fashionista of sorts. On the fashion web, there's a site filled with blogs about cute girls and boys. With many galleries full of different themes. Even contests for the best galleries!

Shinomiya had his own blog called Powdered Roses with the colors the shade of blush. He... was a crossdresser.

Every time someone made cute comments about him in real life he would pretend to be mad and maybe even throw a fit, but it was a cover up. He actually adored cute things!

He only "liked" Serinuma because she was so cute, and like I mentioned before, he adored cute things.

It was easy faking his affections for her, not like she would choose him anyways so it was more like a front. But when Serinuma chose Mutsumi, it felt like his plans would crumble to shambles.

Keeping his hobby a secret was for the best. He didn't want to be bullied for it, but he also felt sad that he couldn't wear cute things to school. So he settled on wearing the oversized sweaters and ribbons for his ties to stand in.

At school, he had his group of friends, which remained to be Nishina, Serinuma, Mutsumi, Igarashi, and... Namashima. For some reason the final mention made Shinomiya feel jittery, like his heart would bounce to his throat. It was annoying and painful sometimes.

He wasn't stupid, he knew it was a crush, he just didn't know why he had a crush on him.

Shinomiya sighed at the thoughts that rambled through his head. He was on his smartphone that his parents bought him. They were rich, but barely even home, so they left Shinomiya with a nanny and promises of gifts.

On his phone screen was the blog he was so proud of. He had one wig he wore in the photos, and it was a Golden honey color that curled around his face and just below the ear.

So many comments on his cuteness made the boy smile, but only for a minute as some guy walked by. He quickly put his phone away and waited for the day to pass. Then he could go home and do the things he enjoyed.