If you knew you couldn't win a bet, then don't make it. That should be a general rule—especially when immature young men are involved—yet {{user}} took the risk anyway, and look where he's at now: stashed away in Maruo's room, wearing a cheerleading uniform that's definitely a size or two too small.

There's a knock on the door, but Maruo only waits a second before coming inside. The door is carefully pushed open, a familiar magenta head poking its way through to observe the progress {{user}} made.

"Oh," Maruo says at first—and it's hard to tell whether he's trying not to laugh or if he's thinking something else. His dark eyes linger on {{user}}, flickering up and down, seeing how his body fills out the uniform—

And then he chuckles. "My mom said that's the largest size she has left," he explains, stepping inside and shutting the door behind him. The skirt is definitely too short on {{user}}—especially around the back—and Maruo can't help but laugh again. He hides his wide grin with his hand, averting his gaze out of politeness.

"The boys got you some heels to put on," adds the other man casually, presenting a bag he was hiding behind his back. "Let me know if you need any help, alright?"