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Considering this was supposed to be a [i]summer camp,[/i] usually you’d think it’d be a little warmer out and about, even with the sun down. Ryuma tried to concentrate on wringing his hair out with his bath towel, but couldn’t help his teeth clatter as he walked further and further away from the warm communal bath. The white-haired boy had left his shirt and hoodie off as he didn’t want to bother changing clothes off and on again later, but this had been poor judgment on his part. As Ryuma walked up to Taka’s dorm, he grimaced, remembering that’d he left his pile of clothes for tomorrow right next to the toiletries on the nightstand. Once inside, he’d have to wrap them around himself or something, it was [i]way[/i] too fucking cold out here! And all the ‘pleasant breeze’ was doing was slapping his messy wet locks into his face, further turning him into an icicle. 

“...Oi, the hell?! Are you crazy? You’re going to freeze like that!” Ryuma could hear from behind him. It was the voice of the boy he’d been chained to the entire day, except for when the two had separated a short while ago so he could shower. Taka must’ve arrived not too long ago. He ran over and unlocked the door of the cabin, not bothering to re-link their cuffs in the immediate moment. “Get inside, seriously… this isn’t the weather to be walking around like that!” the guy ordered Ryuma.

Ryuma gave the other boy a grateful nod before sweeping into the room. He quickly grabbed the hoodie off his pile of clothes before dive bombing into the bed. With shockingly quick dexterity, he slipped the hoodie over his head, and wrapped the bath towel over it, starting to look more like a frozen potato instead of a scraggly teenager. [color=lightgray]“How was... your w-walk?”[/color] He blew into his hands and rubbed his arms, not bothering to feel frustrated with himself in his numbed, frozen brain.

“Fine,” Taka replied bluntly. He closed the door behind him to block out the breeze and paced over to the other guy. The cross-dresser fiddled with the cuff on his arm for a little bit, pulled out the cord and reached out to Ryuma with it. “Don’t forget. I don’t want to risk that... bear... pullin’ shit on us. Fucker’s got the entire place on lock… still couldn’t find an exit anywhere.” Once the cuffs were secured again, Taka stared at the wall for a bit. An awkward silence hung in the air for a few moments. Just long enough to be uncomfortable for the both of them. Then, Taka turned his head back and said: “...Hey, can you get out again for a sec? I need to jump into a different get-up.”

Ryuma had mixed feelings about the cuffs. On the one hand, it was super shitty to go everywhere with a complete stranger for more than 23 hours a day, but on the other... This motive created the perfect alibi, and no one would be such a dumbass as to kill their cuff partner either. He looked back up at Taka and they both continued to keep this awkward silence hanging. The situation didn’t really warrant any kind of small talk, but he wished the guy would at least give him something to shoot the breeze abou-

[color=lightgray]“Geez, why’s it matter? It’s so important that I have to go freeze my ass outside again?”[/color] A hint of defensiveness leaked through his voice, the Parkour Athlete wasn’t exactly ready to face the outdoors just yet. Obviously Ryuma hadn’t really put two and two together either, otherwise he would’ve cut himself off already. He hadn’t really bothered investigating Taya the other day and the thought had completely slipped from his mind. [color=lightgray]“What’s the deal with you and that chick Taya anyway?”[/color]

“Are you mocking me, asshole?! I [i]am[/i] Taya!” Taka defiantly yelled back. “Did you forget my talent or something?! What, you looking for an excuse to peek on a girl getting dressed? Because I’m going to, and if I catch you even as [b]glancing[/b] at me, I’ll get the first fucking murder out of the way real quick!” he snapped. Taka stomped a bit further into the room and threw open his closet, just about reaching the end of the cord’s allotted length. With one hand he picked out one of the sailor uniforms in it, then turned and walked back to Ryuma. With a growl, he said “So, you going to get out or what?!”

His jaw dropped as he watched Taka move around the room, even threatening to murder him. Geez, what was his fucking problem? Was he such an effin’ prude that he couldn’t change in front of another guy? [color=lightgray]“Fuck, fine! Don’t get your panties in a wad!”[/color] Ryuma stood up and wrapped one of the lighter blankets around him before scurrying out the door. [color=lightgray]“You’re welcome- Christ!” [/color]He shivered as the breeze smacked his bangs into his eyes.

“[b]Thank fuck![/b]” Taka yelled from the other side of the door as it slammed shut with the force of a thousand supernovas… or that was the intent, but the metal extension cord prevented it from fully closing. There was a tiny gap still there, but the boy on the other end didn’t seem to notice as Ryuma could hear the shuffling and dropping of clothes even while standing outside.

Watching the breeze pick up leaves on the ground, Ryuma shivered and spouted quite a few swear words under his breath. Needing something to do anyway, he grabbed his monopad out of his jean’s pocket and searched for Taka’s name. [color=lightgray]“Well fuck me sideways with a chainsaw...” [/color]He murmured, seeing ‘SHSL Crossdresser’ written at the head. It wasn’t like Ryuma had memorized everyone’s names and corresponding titles, that wasn’t a priority of things to do, not being shanked was at the top of the list.

Completely forgetting Taka’s warning, Ryuma slid against the door to the gap, taking a quick peek inside. What he saw, was that the boy he’d been talking to just a moment ago had [i]already[/i] undergone a metamorphosis. The suit he’d been wearing had long been thrown to the floor and his hair had been untied and was now free-flowing, barely showing a skirt and leggings behind its curtain. But the most… [i]impressive[/i] sight was a little higher up. The chest had gotten a little swollen while he’d been looking away, with the person on the other end busy securing a bra around it. Taka’s face was just visible from the angle Ryuma was looking at, the eyelashes a lot more pronounced. Combined with the slender, but fit stature, Taka suddenly looked [i]very[/i] feminine. 

Hella blushing, Ryuma through his head back and sniffled. Now that was quite a bit different then he had expected. What kind of voodoo shit had just gone down for that transformation. Ryuma thought there must be some higher power, but this wasn’t exactly some miracle. He stared down at the character tab again and started searching its contents. There wasn’t too much else to go on. Whatever Taka had done to make this work, he must have been an expert. Then again, he wasn’t called the SHSL Crossdresser for nothing. Ryuma stopped himself from taking another glance, remembering the murderous threat he had been given earlier and looked down at his chest. H-How had he...?

“I-I’m finished!” a voice called from the other side. It wasn’t Taka’s; at least, not the way he remembered it to be. It was a slightly girly and somewhat forced voice. It had some of Taka’s pitch, but when he saw the other person again, Taka already looked completely like Taya. ‘Taya’ fiddled with her hair a little and had a slight blush flushed over her cheeks. Still, the voice from earlier didn’t quite match hers either. “U-Uhm… thanks. I don’t… usually do this near other people. It’s really… fucking embarassing, honestly.” she managed to murmure out with a few pauses. 

Pushing the door all the way open, Ryuma wiped his nose on his sleeve, [color=lightgray]“...No problem.” [/color]What was he even supposed to say? [i]‘Nice job?’[/i] As another breeze slipped through the doorway, Ryuma quickly closed it and pivoted around, staring down at the remnants of the boy he’d seen earlier. After a moment, he sat on the corner of the bed, laying the extra blanket back out. [color=lightgray]“So... you still good sleeping on the bed?”[/color]

“Y-Yeah. Don’t worry about it,” ‘Taya’ said. “I may look like Taya, but… I’m not really in the right state of mind to [i]be[/i] her right now. You’ll see her tomorrow, so if I’m not okay with it then I’ll… let you know.”

As Ryuma was shuffling around the room, so was ‘Taya’ as she picked up the clothes from the floor and stored them back in the closet. She approached the side of the bed opposite to Ryuma and sat on it with her back turned to him. Despite not being able to see her face, Ryuma could sense the intense blush coming from the cross-dresser’s face on an instinctual level. “A-Absolutely no touching… and we’re still sleeping back-to-back like we agreed,” she said.

[color=lightgray]“...Gotcha,” [/color]Ryuma hadn’t originally been blushing, but it came almost as a reflex to mirror hers. His- Hers? Whatever let’s just go with they! He sneaked another glance at her blushing face before finally he couldn’t take the awkward atmosphere anymore and he laughed. What’s the use in trying to figure it out? [color=lightgray]“I can keep my hands to myself ya know.” [/color]Ryuma slipped off the bath towel and hoodie, throwing them at the wall nearby. He unbuttoned his jeans before deciding against it, pulling them higher and slipping under the covers, turning his back towards them.

[color=lightgray]“G’night.”[/color]

“Yeah… you too,” ‘Taya’ replied before snuggling up with their own back against Ryuma’s.

[center][b][color=AFEEEE]Taka and Ryuma grew a little closer today ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)[/color][/b][/center]