Mamoru is an office worker who shares an apartment with his high-school-aged younger brother…and he has something of a fetish for uniforms. This wouldn’t be such a big deal, until he comes home one evening to find said younger brother lending his uniform to his sempai, college student Seki, for a role in a play.
Mamoru can’t help it–he’s overwhelmed by how good the guy looks in the uniform, and blurts out–
Mamoru: “I–I love you!”
Well, actually, he loves the way Seki looks in the uniform, he corrects, but the gleam in his eyes is fooling no one–this fetish of his is hardcore. Seki, at least, seems to take his new “fan” in stride, actually amused by his kouhai’s older brother, and while admitting that it’s the first time he’s ever been confessed to on first sight, a devious part of him wants to see where this goes.
Seki is used to people just flinging confessions at him without any heart behind them–he hates people like that and takes great joy in taking them down a peg by shattering their illusions. Mamoru, as far as he sees it, is just another in a long line of suitors for Seki’s affections. He’s convinced that once Mamoru sees him for who he really is, the blush will quickly fall from the rose.
Seki stays for dinner–but when he shows up at the table having taken his blazer off, Mamoru is stricken. Does he not understand the importance of the blazer?! Seki is a bit thrown–this isn’t quite the overreaction he was expecting, but he decides to take advantage of the situation: if Mamoru wants him to wear the jacket, then Mamoru will have to strip down to only an apron.
Mamoru pretty much instantly agrees–he’s that desperate for Seki to get back into the uniform.
Slipping back to his bedroom, Seki stands guard at the door as Mamoru dutifully strips down, reminding Seki with a flushed smile that he’ll finish preparing dinner as soon as they’re done.
Seki is, suffice it to say, thrown by the lengths to which Mamoru is going just to see him in a school uniform and questions aloud why Mamoru is going out of his way to even feed Seki.
Mamoru: “Well, you want to eat it, right?”
A wave of emotion comes over Seki–this person…could be dangerous for him, and he quickly drapes Mamoru’s shirt back over his head, muttering under his breath that he’d rather have Italian than the Japanese fare Mamoru is making.
Mamoru is confused at first–what about the blazer? Isn’t this against their agreement? Seki agrees to wear the blazer, not forcing Mamoru to strip further, and when Mamoru comments that Seki is “really kind”, he starts, confused as to what exactly Mamoru sees as ‘kind’ about him.
Mamoru reminds him that most guys would be grossed out if another man tried to get close to them, especially with a uniform kink, but Seki’s treating him totally normally. So–he’s nice.
The evening passes, and before long, it’s quite late–far later than high school students ought to be (since Mamoru is under the impression that Seki is in high school, not college as he truly is). He admits that he just had so much fun with Seki, the time flew by. When Seki moves to leave, turning down Mamoru’s offer to see him home, Mamoru in turn asks to go with him.
Mamoru: “Ah–I’ll see you off!”
Seki: “Huh? It’s fine.”
Mamoru: “Please let me! Kinda reminds me of a school uniform date! Gets my heart racing!”
Seki gives in, growing irritated now with the reminder that Mamoru only really cares about the uniform–not the person in it, and his frustration rears its head when he catches Mamoru glancing over at a couple walking near them both in school uniforms.
Seki: “Don’t look away; I’m the one you like, right?”
Startled, Mamoru agrees–and Seki reflects on what he just did in shock. Mamoru repeats aloud that he finds Seki more appealing than anyone else, and when Seki petulantly responds that it’s just the uniform, Mamoru hastens to reassure him that that’s not it at all. Of course he loves the uniform, but it’s more because it’s Seki wearing it.
Mamoru: “The one I like…is you, Seki-kun.”
Seki freezes for a moment, then grabs Mamoru’s hand, tugging him forward. If it’s a uniformed date he wants, then it’s a uniformed date he shall have. When Mamoru protests, Seki teasingly threatens to take off the uniform then and there–and that puts an end to that conversation.
Before they can arrive at Seki’s apartment, however, a downpour’s started, and they’re both soaked. They take shelter in a public toilet, where Seki offers Mamoru a change of shirt, and while he’d only just a while ago seen Mamoru half-naked, the sight of him wearing Seki’s shirt now sends a shudder of desire through him, and before he can stop himself–
Mamoru: “I was just thinking…you’re pretty sexy when you’re soaking wet, too…”
But his kiss is quickly rebuffed as Mamoru pulls away, telling him he can’t do this. Seki is wounded, deeply, muttering, “It’s because…I’m not wearing the uniform right now…isn’t it…” This is all anyone’s “love” for him ever amounts to: pretty words.
But Mamoru is confused–that’s not it at all–but before he can explain, Seki flees.
The next day at campus, Seki is feeling horrible–he definitely doesn’t want to perform in the damned uniform now. But before he can wallow too deeply in self-pity, his kouhai (Mamoru’s little brother) shows up…with Mamoru in tow, demanding Seki take responsibility.
For what? For absolutely ruining his older brother, of course! But when he shoves Mamoru at Seki, Mamoru is adamant that it’s no use, he can’t ask this of Mamoru–because love him though he may, Seki is a high-school student, and he just can’t be with him!
Seki starts to put the pieces together:
Seki: “Wait…did you dump me because I’m a high-school student?”
Mamoru: “OF COURSE! There’s no way you could be with someone old like me!”
Here, Seki finally makes it clear that he’s very much a college student–and he only needed the uniform for a performance. Mamoru is overwhelmed–here he was, trying so hard to give up on Seki–
Seki: “Don’t give up. I swear I won’t make you cry anymore…”
Seki: “You like me more without the uniform…don’t you?”
Their kisses quickly escalate, and in an empty lecture room, things start to get hot and heavy. Seki offers to keep the uniform on, appealing to Mamoru’s kink, but Mamoru professes a desire to feel Seki as closely as possible–he wants Seki more than he wants the uniform.
Seki is overcome with emotion–and the faces that Mamoru makes only make him want to break his promise not to cause Mamoru to cry anymore, just to see him cry for all manner of wonderful reasons.
Mamoru confesses afterward that he’d really like Seki to wear the uniform some more, and after a bit of teasing, Seki sheepishly asks his kouhai if he can hang on to the uniform…for just a bit longer.