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Vox loves his boyfriends dearly. In fact, he is ready to destroy anything that hurts his special boys, may it be a mosquito or a random wood or post that bumped into their shoulders. But there's just one thing that bothers him a tiny, teeny, little bit. Like, it wasn't that important, but somehow it kind of is, but this is his boyfriends we are talking about and it's fine, but then again this is quite a problem.
He closed his closet door once more, counted one to five, and then opened it again. It didn't change.
One part of their shared closet is still suspiciously empty and he only shares a living space with two of the most important people in his life. And no matter how cute Shoto looks in his hoodie and how elegant Ike looks in his haori, Vox also needs some of his clothes in his everyday life. Popular tiktoks and videos on the internet complaining how their girlfriend stole their hoodies? Well, how about having two boyfriends who like to steal everything including his accessories?
It's not that he complains, actually it was adorable. He likes seeing them do their fashions using his different clothings. But then again, Vox cannot go outside with just a bathrobe.
Vox sighed and closed his closet door again, tightening the tie of his robe, “Darling, Honey,” he called, because he knows that those little bastards are always near. And truth to be told, he could hear them giggling just outside their bedroom door. “Prank's over, big boys. Let me have my work clothes now.”
Ike was the first one to peek inside the room, the red earring in his ear was so evident through his whole blue aesthetic. His smile looks so serene and innocent but Vox knows the hidden mischief underneath those. “What are you talking about, Vox? There's still clothes in our closet.”
“You know we divided the closet space to our own sections—”
It was Shoto's time to interrupt him by peeking through Ike's back, noticeably wearing a maroon Freddy Fazbear hoodie, “Hm? What are you saying? I don't remember that happening. Do you, Ike?”
“You know what, Shoto? I also don't remember that happening. Maybe it was due to Milord's old age that he's creating things in his head.” Ike grinned at him.
“Oh, you little– I'm not that old!” Vox complained, his lips pouting a little as he said. They are definitely doing this on purpose, there's no way all his clothes disappear magically while he was in the shower. Ike and Shoto couldn't help but to coo at him, “Okay, Darlings. Please, just give me my clothes back.”
“How about this, honey? I have an idea what you should wear for today's work.” Ike tilted his head playfully, joined by Shoto's knowing look.
—
Even if Vox never said it out loud, he always likes it whenever Ike wants to play dress up. And although Shoto doesn't have that much knowledge about fashion and things, he always tries to help out Ike with the whole dressing up thing, even volunteering to be the barbie doll some days.
It's a different dressing up game today, though.
Ike folded his white coat in his arms and placed it back neatly in their closet, Shoto was sitting on the bed hugging a pillow close to his chest and grinning as he looked at Vox, while Vox. Well, he was staring at himself at their full-length body mirror on one side of the room, touching the necklace that rests on top of a very warm and comfy but fitted turtleneck.
“The coat would be too grand if you wore it to the company,” Ike said and grabbed a pair of his polished shoes at the bottom drawer, “And my scarf doesn't fit the whole outfit.”
Shoto hummed, “I can't believe my turtleneck fits well with your white pants, babe.”
“Plain colors are easy to match if you have an eye for it.” Ike chuckled and made Vox sit down on a chair by holding him by his shoulders. He placed the shoes on the floor which, Vox noticed, was flat-heeled and not Ike's usual high heels. “I know you're not used to wearing heels so…”
Ike smiled at him prettily and Vox just stared in awe. Holy shit, he's so lucky.
“Oh my God, marry me.” He blurted out before he could even think. He does that always, when it comes to his lovers his mind goes twice as late than usual.
“Not without me.” Shoto suddenly interrupted, pouting in the side. Ike only laughed, “Of course, Shoto. Now come here and help me with Vox's hair.”
Shoto is more than happy to oblige and joins Ike behind Vox. Meanwhile, the demon himself relaxed himself on his chair and let the loves of his life play with his hair.
This wasn't the first time this happened (the braiding, that is. Not the stealing clothes part), it was mostly Ike who does especially when he gets frustrated about writing a novel and he doesn't want to break the pen in his hand. Vox will let him fidget on his hair and make braids after braids after braids. Shoto, however, doesn't know much about different kinds of braids but he enjoyed the time that Ike was teaching him patiently. He also plays with Vox's hair when the demon is asleep, thinking he wouldn't know. Vox also did not mention it the next day, having pity on his boyfriend's heart and dignity.
Vox just closed his eyes and smiled, “I love you both.”
Shoto pulled on his hair a little harsher and Ike let out a satisfied sigh. It was all great.
“We love you too, Vox.”
—
“Nice drip.” Shu whistled as he watched Vox enter the meeting room.
Vox sat on a chair beside him with a grin, “Shut up, Shu.”
At the end of the day, he wore one of Shoto's turtlenecks and a necklace paired with Ike's pants and shoes. His hair braided wonderfully and made it so it can rest on one of his shoulders. His bangs are clipped as well, courtesy of Ike's strawberry and Shoto's star hairclip. He has never worn something like these before as he still prepares much formal clothing but you know what? It feels great.
It's great to know that he has little things from his loves which he can bring anywhere and show off to everyone.
It really was their closet. No sections exist.