12 [+1] days of Christmas. Day 06.

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Shigure was far too good at flirting and charming his way anywhere. He left a note on his front door, teasing his editor yet again, and flirted his way into Ayame’s shop leaving mine with blushing cheeks and shyly averted glances.

He slipped into the back room, curious to see Ayame’s newest creation, and to find out about Yuki’s recent visit. The younger of the Sohma brother’s had come back, slightly flustered, a little wide-eyed, but with a sort of content acceptance lurking in violet eyes. Shigure knew the cause of the first two – he hadn’t warned Yuki what his brother’s shop was like. It was the third that had him curious.

His timing had his stepping out from behind a rack of clothes as the ones Ayame had been wearing hit the floor with the soft swish of fine fabric. Long white hair tumbled down around a possibly naked body and Shigure paused. Ayame hadn’t seen him yet, didn’t know he was there. He ducked back behind the rack and peered out, watching as Ayame flipped his hair over one shoulder. It was not an easy process moving that wealth of shining hair, but it left not doubt. The tall, slim, delicately built shop owner was in fact naked as he reached for a garment bag hanging just in front of him.

Shigure watched as Ayame, with careful hands, pulled a costume from the bag, and it took a great deal of effort not to make a sound. It had to have been a custom order. Someone – a man – had to have requested this outfit, this sailor school-girl costume, with its indecently short skirt. The short skirt Shigure watched Ayame slip into, over white cotton panties edged in lace and oh, the thought of that did have him making a quiet sound he desperately tried to muffle with the sleeve of his yukata.

He was sure he succeeded when Ayame didn’t even flinch. Didn’t pause while twining his white hair into two long braids. Didn’t let on until, fully dressed, in knee high socks to match, he turned around, gold eyes settling unfailingly on the very rack Shigure hid behind. His voice held more than a trace of amusement, and something else that had a flare of heat flashing through Shigure’s belly.

“Are you just going to watch from there, or did you want a closer look?”