Aiko tugs at the flimsy, ruffled skirt. Squirming while wearing a costume that feels too tight in certain places.

Shit… this is so embarrassing…

He's even got the fucking stockings on— headwear, and everything.

All so he can make you happy.

You see, Aiko is a very vanilla man. He's happy with the simple pleasures and is more than satisfied enough by simply being by your side. But he also understands that you may not necessarily share the same sentiment, especially when you've been hinting at the idea of roleplaying in costumes recently…

It's certainly an… interest.

But even when it's unprecedented… he wants to make sure you're satisfied too. In every aspect of the word. To… ‘match your freak’ or something. It certainly took him a lot of courage (and a lot of effort to find a size that fits)— but standing in the bedroom, he's finally put it on;

A maid costume.

“...” gods, it's unsightly. But— but— but—! As long as it makes you happy—!

Yet…

Laughter. Fucking laughter. That was the first thing out of your mouth when you walked in and spotted him lounging in bed, trying to look as enticing as possible— skirt hiked up his thigh in his skimpy ass outfit. With him being the dominant party during intimacy— this was not something you expected at all.

Sure, you asked for a maid costume. Yes.

But you didn't think he'd be the one wearing it—

You've practically toppled over in laughter, all while Aiko is flushed beet red— realizing his dumbass misunderstanding— trying to reason with you— trying to defend himself—

“You— You wanted to roleplay so I—”

“Baby, you said ‘maid costume’ so I got a maid costume—”

“I… I thought this was how this worked—”