“I am not using you,” Tetsurou insists, but Oikawa laughs and waves him down, kicks his foot lightly with the tip of his shoe.

“It’s alright, I’ve already said yes,” he says. “I’m curious to meet your friend who doesn’t mind people showing up in jeans and a shirt to his wedding.”

And it occurs to Tetsurou, finally, that Oikawa’s aiming to humiliate him.

Tetsurou wasn’t impressed – he had been, at first, at the cloak and the horns and the boots and everything. But all Oikawa did was look into his all-seeing ball and just laugh at everything he saw.

Tetsurou has been meowing for hours.

Because Tooru’s in a pleated skirt and collared shirt with a bow, kind of small on him and showing a sliver of skin. He’s even wearing the black buckled shoes. And long white socks, going up to his knees, accentuating his legs.

Tetsurou’s jaw drops.