Same Page | Miya Osamu x Reader

~Chapter 20~

"Hold on a second, dear. Be patient for a while, okay?" Anayaki said, she is one of the stylists with bright colored skin and pink hair. Those words had already been repeated so many times. It's always "hold on a second" but it ended in an hour or so.

"Yaki, my side is done." Another stylist named Chitosa clapped her hands happily as she felt satisfied with the result. She has raspberry colored hair and cute freckles on her face. No wonder, these two stylists were so beautiful. Their faces were blessed with beauty, but there's also visible makeup they wear. "What do you think, (Y/N)-chan?"

You turned your head to the side. It looks just as natural as it is though with light makeup. She added light pink blush on your cheek, invisible colored mascara, black eyeliner with soft lines, and lastly, put in a little bit of glitter from the side below the eye. To be honest, it looks amazing. Nothing too much, nothing too powerful, it looks natural with light makeup.

"It's great, I love it." You mentioned, admiring it once more.

"Damn, that really looks pretty on you, (Y/N)." Mito compliments.

Oh yeah, forgot to mention. The boys and the girls changing rooms are combined except rooms for changing clothes. There are insufficient rooms because students from other classes also need classrooms for their activity.  That's why the boys and the girls shared one room together. Of course, privacy is rightfully respected. 

"I agree." Osamu nodded his head.

"Thank Chitosa-san instead. She is the one who did the job." Your thumb pointing at Chitosa, who was in a blushing mess.

"N-no need to t-thank me! It's just... I l-like to do these kind of stuff haha." Not only Chitosa was in a blushing mess, but also in a stuttering mess.

"Great job, Chitosa." Mito might have ignore Chitosa's statement. Same goes to Osamu because he gives a thumbs-up. This gonna make her faint for sure. Nevermind, she was falling.

"Oi, keep it together, Chitosa!" Perfect timing, you hold onto her wrist before she could fully fall down. "Great, look what have you guys done."

"Oops." Both of them said in unison.

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It is finally the day of the school festival. The school's first performance was actually your class. All the roleplayers were dressed up and were ready for the act. Still left a few minutes before the showdown. It gives a lot of pressure seeing so many students were on the seat.

Both you and Osamu would definitely get teased the most by the volleyball teammates. They were there too. Especially Suna because he had his phone ready. Talking about that situation, only your classmates know about the maid dress. So it will be full of shock when they see you in this dress. This day could be the worst and embarrassing. Actually, almost all these days were filled with embarrassment.

"Gosh, I'm so nervous..." Aimi muttered while biting her nails. Her slippers just wouldn't stop stomping on the wooden stage. She had the role of one of the citizens in the supermarket where the prince and the princess first encountered. Poor Aimi and Mito have to see that part up close.

"Everyone is in a state of anxiety, Aimi." You chuckled, as if you didn't feel edgy at the moment. "Take a breather and maybe you'll be fine."

Aimi smiled. "Sure. I'm actually more worried about you, (Y/N). Are you sure you're gonna be okay?"

You're close to shedding tears when you hear that. You gifted her an embrace, smushing your cheek on her soft hair. "Thank you for understanding me, Aimi. I love you so much bestie."