NanaMiya Here I Go Again (Nanashima x Shinomiya)

Dress Six

Shinomiya has gotten home at around ten o'clock. He passed out on the couch, too tired to even go up the stairs.

His sleep wasn't too peaceful though because a few hours later there was a pounding on the door.

The boy groaned and looked at the wall clock. 5:47am. He still had two hours...

But alas, he stood up and answered the door. His makeup was smeared and his hair messy, but to be fair he just dropped, "Senpai...?"

"Shinomiya! Okay this going to sound bad, like really bad, and you might cry, so let me just show you," Nanashima practically shoved his phone in Shinomiya's face.

Shinomiya blinked and his blurry eyes adjusted. Adjusted to see all the likes, retweets, and comments on Nanashima's newest tweet.

"W-Wait- why w-would you post this?!" He asked shrieking.

"It wasn't me! I already got Kirari to confess to it!" Nanashima defended.

Tears welled up in the younger's eyes as he saw a few hateful comments about his clothes. Nanashima saw the tears and looked at where the other was looking on his phone, "Shino-"

"Just go. T-Tell them it's a-all a lie..." Shinomiya choked out and shut the door harshly.

Nana sighed and rubbed his head before he left the rich boy's house.

At school, things were definitely tense. Shinomiya didn't go anywhere near Nanashima nor the others. He secluded himself. He would rather deal with the pain alone...

Nanashima sighed heavily as he sat at the lunch table, "this sucks." He grumbled.

"I thought you two didn't even get along," Nishina pointed out teasingly.

"We... well, we didn't. But, something came up with us which wasn't the stupid tweet!" Nana sucked harshly on his straw.

Mutsumi gave a gentle smile, "Why don't you try to explain things to everyone?"

"I tried, besides, it's not even the matter that we're 'dating' that people are freaking out about, it's the fact that Shinomiya is wearing a dress. It's so dumb that guys can't wear clothes they want, I mean I wouldn't wear one, but if you look good in it and like it why do you have to hide it?!"

"You think he looks good in the dress?" Igarashi asked curiously.

"Why are you guys just taking certain words from my mouth??" Nanashima was getting exasperated.

"Because of- oh! It's Shinomiya!" Serinuma chirped.

They turned and saw Shinomiya carefully carrying his tray. Like he always did. He had a look of concentration as his wobbly feet carried him.

Nana smiled faintly. Shinomiya tried so hard. But then he narrowed his eyes. Some dumbass first years stuck out their feet, right in Shinomiya's direction. Anyone knowing Shinomiya would know that he wouldn't see it, he was too focused on his tray.

So, the ginger stood up and stormed over, grabbing the tray from Shinomiya and shooting glares at the students, "isn't trying to trip someone such a middle school thing to do? Grow up." He spat and lead Shinomiya by the wrist to their usual table.

Shinomiya was red. Red in embarrassment that he didn't even notice, and the fact that Nanashima saved him.

As they sat down, Nishina and Igarashi looked at each other with slight grins. "How are you, Shino?" Nishina asked.

"I c-could be better. If I-I'm not being made f-fun of for my s-stutter then it's my d-dress." Shinomiya spoke glumly.

"You haven't sat with us in a while."

"I-I'm sorry.. I was just-" Shinomiya couldn't speak his feelings. He just stared sadly at his tray.

"Don't push yourself, you'll get through it." Nanashima whispered.

Shinomiya smiled slightly and nodded. They had lunch like normal.

Until some asshat came up and poured milk on Shinomiya's head before walking off laughing.