mistakes were made ;; izuku/ren
dramaticalnurse:
“Forgive me, but, I don’t…” Ren Seragaki, age 26, an accomplished nurse and tinkerer, and a man beyond any common reason as to why he entered the sex dungeon that was this store. He had been loitering in the section dedicated to accessories he swore he saw one of his younger siblings wear during their teenager years – collars. While he didn’t get it from the same outlet, they were relatively the same texture and style, some with and without spikes. Had Ren the choice, and ignorance behind where he was, he would’ve picked out a spiked collar and bothered with styling himself in a dark outfit with it. But, here he was, at Devil’s Angel with a teenager who looked like he had a weapon.
“I don’t know what that is. Perhaps, it’s a weapon?” He offered solid advice on an otherwise vague object that only gave him bad vibes. For some reason, part of him warned him that the whip itself wasn’t being held the correct way. The problem was if it wasn’t a whip, how was it meant to be held or used? This was a strange costume store, after all, veering far from the outlets that were popular in his home city. “It could be a chain that could connect to your pants, but, I don’t see a way to do that…”
“Where did you even find this? All I had noticed were these collars.” He rubbed his clammy hand on the back of his neck. Why was he suddenly so nervous? It was a strange costume store for the wild side of Akounri’s civilians. The culture itself wasn’t so strange from where he was from, given the numerous subgenres of fashion. But, something was fairly off.
Huh. A weapon? Maybe he was right. It was a little bit awkward, but maybe it could be put to use in a way? If there were some sort of adhesive on the spheres, maybe it could have the capability to save someone who isn’t that far away.
Izuku had been looking at this place as a weird sex shop, but maybe there was some cosplaying to do! “Maybe if it was attached by this loop,” he vocalized his thoughts, holding the ring portion up to the loop in his pants, keeping it at his thigh’s level. “It could be used for a rescue tool! The smaller the ball, the smaller the person. If they had some sort of sticky substance on it, it would be able to pull someone out of wreckage, maybe--” It was his imagination at work. “I found it over there, though--” He went to point towards the front of the store, but...
Then he caught sight of a black mask, with zippers that were to cover the mouth and eyes, only having nose holes. It was made of a latex type substance, and in his own curiosity, he pulled it over his head. “It’s a little scary, but you have heroes that don’t always look appealing to the eye!” He explained, unzipping one of the eyes, only to laugh a little. “I probably look silly, don’t I--”
