~Fashion~

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"So remind me what we're doing again?" Mirio smirked "Well... (y/n) said that my fashion choices are atrocious so we're having a fashion contest to see who has the better fashion sense and I'm going to win! Also you're going to be judging us because you're the neutral third party between us, we were going to ask your mom but she left before we got the chance. Anyways, are you ready to get beat!" you rolled your eyes "First of all, I never said your fashion choices were atrocious, I said that it looks like your dad never stopped picking out your clothes and forgot that you aren't in third grade anymore. Second of all, you're totally going to lose!" 

Tamaki nodded "Ok... so are we doing categories or is it just.. in general? Because like, different styles look good but... I don't know that's going to be hard kind of to judge." Mirio thought for a second "Um.. I guess categories are cool, how about you pick one?" he opened his mouth but closed it once he got an idea "a whatcha doing there bud?" he went over to his desk and started writing on and cutting paper. After putting the scraps of paper in to a hat he held it out to you. "Each of you pick a piece one" you both stuck your hand in the hat and pulled out a strip of paper.

"Ok, what does it say?" you opened your strip "Mine says E-girl" Mirio looked at his "Mine is blank?" Tamaki hopped on his bed "Ok, that's your category you have 15 minutes." you and Mirio stared a the papers  before it clicked "Oh, you are so going down!" Mirio sprung up and grabbed stuff out his closet. Since you guys are always at each others houses, Y'all kinda just started combining your wardrobes together. This way, it didn't matter whose house you were in, you would always have something to  change into. Plus, it was always fun to see how you could combine all three of your clothes to come up with a completely different style.  

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I watched them grab a bunch of clothes from my closet, it wasn't all my clothes but a third of them were. "...That's a lot of layers Mirio." I said as I saw how many clothes he was grabbing. "Trust me, I know what i'm doing Tama!" he said with a confident smile. (y/n) got her clothes and snagged my connected bathroom and Mirio headed to the hallway bathroom. I was left sitting on my bed staring at the clock, tracking the time. They had  9 minutes left, (y/n) left make up in both bathrooms that she never uses... but I wonder if Mirio would. He wasn't one to go half way so I'm pretty sure he would... but how would he look? 

Mirio was the first to come back into the room, he- I wasn't prepared, he indeed went all out.

(I hate how much effort I put in to this but I felt words couldn't describe it so here's e-girl Mirio

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(I hate how much effort I put in to this but I felt words couldn't describe it so here's e-girl Mirio. I couldn't really find middle school Mirio so sorry about that)

"M-mirio?... What are you wearing??" He put on a triumphant smirk "I'm going to win this for sure! This is the most E-girl out fit that could fit on me, I don't even know where half of these clothes came from but still!" he sat down cross legged on my bed and started eating more snack, I could clearly see up his skirt 'Thank god, he's wearing under wear... Wait why am I even looking up his skirt in the first place?!' Just as I was beginning to contemplate my life, (y/n) came out of the bathroom.

 Wait why am I even looking up his skirt in the first place?!' Just as I was beginning to contemplate my life, (y/n) came out of the bathroom

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(Ok, I actually kinda like this one. It's decent but It looks like she's missing the second hand and the hair looks like a semi pastel water melon)

Mirio let out an audible 'Whoa' but I don't think she heard. "...Mirio is that my skirt?"  He looked down at his out fit and back up at (y/n) "...Are those my platform boots?" she nodded. She turned to me "Any way, who won?" Oh right... I actually forgot that I was supposed to be judging. "Um... Mirio put on a skirt stockings and some chains but you dyed your hair in like... five minutes? How did you dye your hair so fast?" (y/n) pulled a rainbow a rainbow flag from her pocket and fanned it open. She moved her hand so fast that it was just a blur of multiple colors muddled together, a strong gust of win hit her face and knocked a picture off the wall behind her.

"Oh... I guess it's a tie?" Mirio let out an offended gasp "How dare you Tama!" he dramatically put his hand over his forehead and flopped on to the bed. A tearing  sound rippled threw the air "Oh no..." Mirio quickly sat up causing one of (y/n)'s favorite sweater to fall off of him, exposing his bare chest. I felt my cheeks heat up slightly and quickly averted my eye. He was only in middle school, why was he so... muscular? I was pulled from my thoughts when I felt the bed shift and I heard Mirio groan. I looked over and saw that (y/n) just jumped on him "That was my sweater..." he chuckled and ruffled her hair "I know, i'm sorry i'll by you a new one"

"Hey honey I got the McDonald's you wanted- oh um.. I'm just going to drink some bleach, i'll be right back." 



























I'm sorry I haven't started any arc's yet, I'll try to start the first on in the next chapter. I'm just not sure how to bridge them together... I might just do a time skip to when (y/n)'s in her last year of middle school i'm still not sure


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