bakerstreet | On Your Doorstep

On Your Doorstep

They ended up on your doorstep, quite literally. Bloody, possibly. Bruised, most definitely, though the wounds may be mental. You probably don't know them from Adam, yet you couldn't find it in you to turn them away - whether they wanted you to or not. So you opened up your home, just for a little while.

But it's getting to be more than a little while. Both of you are finding a comfort zone, because you didn't simply open up your home. Admit it or don't, but you've opened up your heart all the same.

Their's is slowly following, if its reluctant at all.

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( either way! he's a normal high school student, though. )

[It's usually not this bad. At the very least, he's always been able to handle... these sorts of situations, well enough to take care of himself at least. But even so, there's always a risk of some sort, which is why he's so against cross-dressing at all but especially so outside of school.

And so, against his will once again, he had been forced out of his comfort zone for the sake of encouraging the tennis team of his all-boys academy as they played a game away from home. It was fine enough... as fine as it can be, anyway, until the very end when the crowd got too wild to control. Normally, there's a number of preventative measures to keep anything from happening, but they all seemed to fall through. Before he knew it, he got separated from his two cross-dressing comrades and was facing a group that was too intense to take on single-handed. The only option left was to run, and this is where he finds himself now.

And who knew they could be so persistent? It's all he can do to stay ahead of them, especially given his current dress, high heels and everything, after all this time to which he has still not accustomed himself. Running low on options, he rounds a corner and knocks on the first door he happens upon.

He's not injured save for his pride (which is suffering some massive damage even as he knocks), but he's desperate here.]

P-Please let me hide here for just a few minutes...!

[He was kinda expecting a package. Instead...

Why is there a princess on his doorstep?

There's no way not to stare in bewilderment at what he sees when he opens the door. Except when a half second later, he's reeling a step back, flushed and considerably more conscious of the fact that there's a princess on his doorstep. Slightly out of breath, like she's been running... in high heels, too... Someone's chasing her and if she needs to hide, it's not a friend. She's in trouble. By only the powers of destiny, she chose this street, this door...

His life up until now has prepared him for this exact moment. Mikoshiba's face steels in a look of determination and he reaches out, grabbing her wrist, pulling her in with a flutter of her dress.] Come on! You can hide here. [He shuts the door hastily behind them, hearing the noise of people approaching beyond it. When he looks back to her, his expression softens immediately, pinched with worry.]

Are you okay?

[For the moment, he's just so relieved to be out of that dangerous situation. He really was desperate, and because of that he doesn't regret this decision, but...

That said, it's just as awkward now. He didn't know what kind of person he might encounter through his last ditch effort, and in the heat of the moment, it didn't matter. But after having been pulled inside to safety without a single word to question the situation, he can't help but feel guilty. It's not like he's deliberately deceiving, but this guy here must undoubtedly think he's just saved some young girl from trouble. (And it pains him to admit that he looks convincingly girly enough to fool absolutely anyone.)

So how should he proceed from here? Should he come clean now? It's embarrassing having to admit it, especially when he has no means of changing clothes at this point... And on top of that, when it comes down to it, he still has his pride which doesn't allow him to yield so easily. Torn between how to respond and how to act, he clutches the ends of his skirt as he looks aside, naturally avoiding eye contact.]

I'm really sorry about this...

[Like really really. For so many reasons. More than he can possibly express.]

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On Your Doorstep

mikoshiba mikoto | gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun | ota

I hope this is okay!!

I haven't seen someone play from Princess Princess in forever!!

it is one of my eternal favorites! and I realized the other day I wanted the 2 Mikotos to meet so hi