───── ❝ Fluff-Tober! ➽──❥ KiriKami ❞ ─────

──── ❝ It All Started With A Gift... ❞ ────

──── ❝ Day 8: Clothes ❞ ────

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Pajamas...
Uniform...
Every-day clothes...

Even no clothes.....

He's always looking perfect, to me. And never understood how.

To him, it looks like how he looks is important.
I've always liked how he expresses himself with his clothes, I've always liked how confident he is with his clothes.

But even without them, he's always confident.
Even without them, he's always been handsome. And it's always been clear that he knows it, too.

For some Christmas ago, I really didn't know what to get for Kaminari, despite how much I thought I knew about him. So, with a few tips from a few people, I got his measures and bought him an outfit.

I don't know what was in my mind when I picked it out, but when it came down to whether he liked it or not?
He loved it.

He wore it often, either with other pieces, or the full outfit itself-- sometimes he mixed and matched, or sometimes, he added things to it.

I got him a choker and some chains, some fake piercings for his ears, bracelets, socks, fingerless gloves, a pair of light-wash ripped denim jeans, a short-sleeved black button-up, and a black denim jacket...
I thought it'd be funny to give him nail polish, too.

He loved it all. He wore them all often.
I'd been finding it odd how I took a liking in... dressing him up?
It sounds weird!! I know!

But gifting him clothes had been my dumb way of telling him "here, you'd look so handsome in this..." while I didn't have the courage to straight-up tell him I find him to be a really handsome guy...

Because between men, how often do you see one compliment another that way? I've never seen it...

I'd been at that game for almost a year, ever since the first time I gave him a gift box like that. His wardrobe's definitely filling up, and the rest of the class would agree... he's been dressing up to wow the public.
It's been going great... until he approached me with something similar.

He'd given me an outfit. An outfit that I really, really loved...
An outfit that, whenever I wore it, I noticed he always stared for a bit longer. An outfit that had many people, really, stare for a bit longer.

An outfit that gave me confidence... an outfit that made me feel handsome.

So I returned the favor... again.

I don't know how it happened, but we slowly fell into the whole "matching outfits" thing. It was fun, it was really, really fun.
We switched colors, too; half of his wardrobe is shades of red, while half of mine is a really pretty array of yellows.

When I wear the color, I feel just that bit closer to him.

When I wear the color, he feels just that much happier.

Clothing became a common exchange between us. Months after months, we built a bond over fashion. We began to borrow one another's accessories and clothes, even.
And we really liked that. We loved our own clothes, but there was something especially adoring about borrowing one another's things.