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yo! you found your way to the super hella awesome page of fuji fukiyose and raito sanda! UA's storm duo! stick around yeah??

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stormy skies ahead yo!!

YO!! the name's fuji fukiyose from UA's hero course!! im a first year and im hella excited to be here!! im actually sharing this page w my buddy sanda but he let me handle the COSMETIC SIDE OF THINGS SOOOO (¬‿¬) you get to hear from ME first 🌪️

my quirk is pressure draft! i can rebalance air pressure to create sudden pressure differences! i use it to make some totally sick air bursts and stuff!! its crazy strong and super awesome so dont be too jealous! im always looking for rivals so feel free to apply!

im a first year hero student, but my buddy aint! so now its his turn!

Nice to meet you. My name is Raito Sanda. I'm here because Fukiyose didn't want to make a page alone and said it would be fun to do it together. I'm not really much of a social media person, but I understand that having a digital footprint is important in our current age, so I'm going to do my best.

My quirk is Ion Body. My body is partially converted into ionized plasma-like energy. Making physical contact with me triggers a partial discharge that's rather uncomfortable to experience. I can also partially de-solidify myself, allowing attacks to pass through my body.

I've chosen not to become a hero, in spite of everyone insisting it's the best possible path for me. Because of this, I am proud of be a member of UA's business course. I'm a first year and eager to learn. I'm helping save the world in my own way.

THANKS FOR SWINGIN BY!! ask us whatever you want!!

thankies~! (>؂ •́)ᕗ⊹ ࣪ ˖

#pinned post #intro #mha #bnha #my hero academia #rp blog #mha rp blog #fuji fukiyose #raito sanda #fuji fukiyose rp #raito sanda rp

overhaul-cleaning

Sanda arrived at the van soon after hanging up his call with Chisaki, wearing his day clothes for once instead of his usual school uniform. He had folded Fuji's hoodie into a plastic bag - while it looked neat enough from the outside, the entire front of the garment within was absolutely drenched in a considerable amount of blood. Certainly more than Sanda knew what to do with.

He checked the bag once more to make sure everything was still in order before settling next to the van, quietly waiting for Chisaki.

Raito Sanda ( @ua-storm-duo )

You could've rung the doorbell. I only just saw you from the upper window, Chisaki said as he exited the building, walked up to his van and opened the back doors. He had no time to waste on niceties when the reason for Sanda coming over was already clear.

Spread the clothes on the floor of the van.

Chisaki climbed inside ahead of Sanda, and purposefully reached for an unmarked metal container beneath the shelf with the other chemicals. With his other hand, he pulled a spare pair of gloves out of the pocket of his jacket.

Here.

He threw them over to Sanda.

Do you have any open wounds? Paper cuts? scrapes?

“I didn’t want to intrude. You were working.”

He hops into the van behind Chisaki, catching the gloves and pulling them on, flexing his fingers a few times. It always felt a bit nice to have his hands covered with something insulating. No risk of shocking.

Sanda pulled the hoodie from his bag, laying it out on the floor. It was meant to be pale yellow, but it was completely drenched, with most of the front being entirely covered with blood.

“No sir. Nothing like that.”

overhaul-cleaning

Chisaki didn't even flinch at the sight of the blood. He'd seen far worse before, and at least this blood stain hadn't dried entirely yet.

The container emitted a quiet hiss as Chisaki unscrewed its top.

The chemical reaction turns blood into nitrogen, he explained. And it's highly reactive. When it gets into contact with an open wound, it'll work its way through your veins. You'd be dead in seconds, and in a way I cannot undo with my own quirk.

Moreover, he continued, kneeling down in front of the hoodie, It is a a near-invisible, heavy gas.

Chisaki demonstrated the application by carefully, and briefly, tilting the container over a sleeve of the hoodie.

As it poured out, the chemical itself was barely visible, but it produced a distinct hissing sound and a sharp smell as it hit the blood stain. Starting from a small point in the middle of the sleeve, the blood seemed to simply disappear while the gas worked its way through the fabric, restoring it to its original, pale yellow color.

That's why long clothes and gloves are the bare minimum to handle this substance safely.

Sanda listened curiously nodding along as he watched the process. Even without open wounds, this sounded like something he should generally avoid touching regardless. It briefly occurred to him that there was absolutely no way Chisaki had obtained something this dangerous through exclusively legal means, but once again, that was none of his business.

"...That's fascinating," he mumbled, watching as the blood vanished away. "I didn't know things like this even existed. What would happen if you inhaled that?"

overhaul-cleaning

Depends on whether you have some small internal injury. If you've bit your cheek, burned your esophagus or had nosebleed recently, you're also done for. You'd most likely choke on an entire lungful of this, too.

To my knowledge, the chemical formular is based of the byproduct of someone's quirk, and that someone died of their own quirk.

But ... because it's heavier than air, you'd have to get very close to breathe it in on accident.

He held out the container to Sanda.

Hold it steady and apply it slowly.

"I see."

He paused for a moment in caution before carefully taking the bottle. He was always a little wary of touching dangerous objects given the nature of his own quirk, but given the gloves, it should...probably be fine.

He carefully began to apply it to the fabric, doing his best to copy Chisaki's own movements. Even though he had just seen it in action mere seconds ago, it still surprised him to see how easily the blood lifted out.

"...That's genuinely fascinating. I can see why this would come in handy."

overhaul-cleaning

... If it means I don't have to use my quirk, it's worth every yen, Chisaki said absent-mindedly, watching the chemical work.

Once Sanda had poured enough of the gas over the hoodie, he held up a hand for him to stop. From experience, he knew that the remaining blood would disappear within the next seconds without adding more of it.

Sanda quickly stopped pouring, giving a small nod as he watched the chemical at work.

"Pardon me if I'm stepping out of line in asking this, but...I'm quite curious. What exactly does it feel like to use your quirk?"

overhaul-cleaning

Chisaki thought about it for a bit, trying to find the right words.

There's nothing that quite compares. Perhaps you want to imagine running your hands over a very fine relief while simultaneously reading a book on advanced physics.

Overhaul feeds back the exact molecular structure of everything that gets caught up in the deconstruction phase. Including every bacterium, every virus, every other pathogen imaginable.

And biological matter, living or not, is especially full of nasty surprises.

He nods along, tilting his head slightly in thought as he listened. It sounded like far more than he himself would be able to handle. It also sounded like somewhat of a curse for someone with Chisaki's phobia.

"That sounds remarkably overwhelming. I would imagine much of that information would be better left unknown."

overhaul-cleaning

I don't have the luxury to be blissfully oblivious, nor do I want to be. Germaphobia and mysophobia are not irrational fears, they are rooted in scientific fact.

He offered to take the container back from Sanda.

"Mm. I need no convincing. I've had to make similar arguments to Fuji very frequently about my own phobia. I'll take your word for it."

He passes the container back carefully, relieved to have it out of his hands.

"Thank you again for your assistance. He'll be relieved that we were able to clean it. If any other expensive garments get stained, what would be my best approach without access to chemicals like this? I mean- ideally, he'll just stop wearing expensive clothes while he's bleeding this excessively, but I digress."

overhaul-cleaning

Sanda's own phobia ...? Right. The fear of animals. A likewise reasonable and healthy fear to have.

Chisaki replied with a curt nod and returned the container to its place below the shelf.

I've already listed all the options you have when dealing with blood. Hydrogen peroxide would be my next best go-to.

Perhaps your friend will be more careful in his "hero" training if he ends up with bleached spots all over his favorite clothes.

"Oh- it's not his hero training," Sanda explains, looking back up at Chisaki. "It's the weather."

"The nature of his quirk causes intense symptoms during weather disruptions. Mostly vertigo and migraines, but nosebleeds as well. Fairly severe ones. He calls it his storm instincts...? It isn't anything that cool in actuality."

"I'll rely on the hydrogen peroxide from here on out. It'll be difficult to ignore the difference in efficiency though."

overhaul-cleaning

It is perfectly efficient. It just has the side-effect of destroying pigments and some organic fibres. Of course, there would be no pigments to lose if he simply wore white.

Chisaki fell silent for a few moments, double-checking that every bottle on that shelf sat firmly in place and wouldn't fall out while driving. He thought back on some of Sanda's earlier words.

... Remind me again why we were the debating the point of whether or not quirks are a disease the other day when your friend's quirk nearly causes him to bleed out because of the weather?

Sanda immediately perked up at even the slightest hint of what could turn into a riveting debate. Hell yes.

“Fuji has no interest in getting rid of his quirk though. That’s the relevant point. Even in non-quirk diseases and impairments, everything comes back to how the recipient views what they have. Fuji believes his quirk to be fundamental to his personhood. What gives anyone else the grounds to decide that he shouldn’t have the quirk because of its side effects when he himself is alright with them?”

overhaul-cleaning

Again, you're jumping topics. Fukiyose can keep his quirk for all I care.

But would you be willing to concede that a genetic "anomaly" that causes such harmful side-effects justifies a medical categorization as an illness or syndrome?

He gives a small hum of acknowledgement, looking up at the roof of the van in thought. Chisaki's logic, as usual, was fairly sound. It required some concessions, but provided those, it held up.

"...I'm not sure if I would be willing to go that far. I think my stance lies somewhere in the middle. Other theories purport that Quirks are the next step in human evolution, which I believe may also have grounds in a certain sense. If you consider it through that lens, you can view Quirks similarly to how you'd view any other evolutionary trait, like bipedalism or perspiration. Another human element."

"But through that lens, something like Fuji's quirk drawbacks simply become an illness of their own. When someone has an arm that doesn't extend properly, we cite the issue being that the arm does not extend, not that the individual in question has an arm to begin with. In this case, the disease wouldn't be the Quirk, but the drawback, which is what treatment would aim to address - not the presence of the quirk itself. I don't think the factor of harmful side effects automatically begets confirmation of a 'quirk disease.' I think the medical categorization would need to specifically refer to the drawbacks."

overhaul-cleaning

That's an easy argument to make when looking at disturbed motor functions, because a limb consists of bone, muscle, skin, cartilage, et cetera, so in most cases, the problem lies with one or more of its components and not the limb itself.

Cause and effect cannot be separated so easily when we're talking about, say, a quirk like yours. Your cells are constantly producing plasma-like energy, so by their very nature, they are always consuming resources to do so. Resources you might need to stay alive in a moment of crisis.

If you'd rather not ponder your own quirk, take mine. The restoration phase of Overhaul cannot function if I do not decide on what to do with each molecule. The "drawback" is part of the quirk's function.

When a patient feels weak because they have cancer - which can also be caused by genetics and DNA degradation, as you know - the patient can choose to suffer and die, or seek out help and have the cancer removed before it spreads too far. But we regard the cancer as the disease, not its symptoms.

Sanda instinctively looks down at his own gloved hands in thought as Chisaki mentions his Quirk, giving a nod of acknowledgement. Once again, all good points. He'd often had similar views on his own quirk.

"I don't feel cancer is a fair comparison. Cancer is uncontrolled proliferation that damages the body's ability to maintain itself. Its function is destructive by definition. A Quirk, even a dangerous one, is not necessarily destructive by definition. It may place demands on the body, yes, but so do many ordinary biological functions. Muscle consumes resources. The brain consumes resources. Pregnancy consumes resources. Healing consumes resources. We don't categorize those things as diseases merely because they become dangerous under strain."

"I won't argue that a Quirk cannot be pathological, but I will argue that pathology requires more precision than a trait having costs. If my cells consume more energy than average because of my quirk, than the medical issue may be metabolic strain, thermal regulation, electrolyte imbalance, cellular instability - whatever the actual mechanism is. That should be treated, monitored and accommodated. But calling the entire quirk a disease collapses the distinction between baseline physiology and arisen complication."

"As for Overhaul, your example actually supports my point. The fact that your restoration phase requires conscious molecular decision-making is a limitation of the mechanism. It would become a medical disorder if that mechanism caused involuntary deterioration, neurological overload, tissue instability or some other harm to you independent of your control."

#Debate me coward.#whered you wander off to?!

💜

💜: I bring to you: Chisaki and Sanda needing out while Kiana and Fuji watch with concern.

@lioma-art

@poweradepunch

why does your uniform look different??

What? It doesn't.

nah something looks off. in ur sleeve region

My...sleeve region? Why not just say sleeves-

WAIT HOLY CRAP I KNOW WHAT IT IS

SANDA YOU HAVE MUSCLE!!!!!

Eh? Do I?

TOTALLY!!! LOOK!!! THATS TOTALLY MUSCLE!!! YOUVE GOT GAINS DAWG!!!!!!

Gains...?

Is that really muscle? It doesn't-...oh wow. You're right. It's solid. Feel that?

I ABSOLUTELY FEEL THAT BRO ITS MUSCLE ITS TOTALLY MUSCLE

FLEX RQ

Like this?

KYAAAAAAAAAAAHAHAHA (⸝⸝˃ ་། ˂⸝）HOLY CRAP DUDE!!!!!

Bam. Gun show.

GUN SHOW MAN!!!!!!!!!!!! GUN SHOW!!!!!!!!!!!

Pfft- okay, stop, you're yelling.

#Debate me coward.#take a joke bruh!!#Plenty left to say.#mha rp #raito sanda rp #fuji fukiyose rp

Dear god I’m going to throw up.

LMAO WHY??? IT WENT WELL BRUH!!!

That was so nerve-wracking.

LMFAO HES A NICE GUY WHO ALREADY LIKES YOU THE STAKES WERE SO LOW

I know this fact evades you but that actually made the stakes exponentially higher.

awwww you did so good sanda even though you were scared awwww

Ah- quit hugging me, doesn’t that hurt…?

#Debate me coward.#fielding questions!!#Plenty left to say.#mha rp #raito sanda rp #fuji fukiyose rp

You should tell Rappa. His child is nonbinary too, he’ll definitely be supportive. His words seem to mean a lot to you, so you should at least give him a chance.

…

ye lol hes anxious srry

hes gonna tell rappa probably ill talk him into it

#Debate me coward.#take a joke bruh!!#fielding questions!!#mha rp #raito sanda rp #fuji fukiyose rp

How do you think Rappa, Chisaki and Nagant will take the big change? Supportive? Not supportive?

Are we really calling it "the big change"...? Did much really change at all? I don't think they'd even know unless I mentioned it...

I don't think I'm going to tell any of them. It isn't really necessary. I don't know whether or not it would cause conflict, so if it isn't a requirement to address, I don't see the need to bring it to their attention.

I'd rather not needlessly damage any relationships if it turns out they're not okay with it.

btw heres my theory

chisaki wouldnt care nagant would be supportive rappa would be supportive

thats my headcanon

That would be my best guess as well, but I'm not bold enough to test it.

wait okay okay come out to me again and ill pretend to be chisaki this time

I'm not larping with you.

DO IT DO IT ITS GOOD PRACTICE

...

Fine.

I'm-...I'm nonbinary.

And? Am I supposed to care? What are you looking for, a commendation? If it's irrelevant to your work, it's irrelevant to me. Don't you have a job to be doing?

...That actually sounds about right.

lmaooo right??? i bet i nailed it

#Debate me coward.#take a joke bruh!!#Plenty left to say.

How do you think Rappa, Chisaki and Nagant will take the big change? Supportive? Not supportive?

Are we really calling it "the big change"...? Did much really change at all? I don't think they'd even know unless I mentioned it...

I don't think I'm going to tell any of them. It isn't really necessary. I don't know whether or not it would cause conflict, so if it isn't a requirement to address, I don't see the need to bring it to their attention.

I'd rather not needlessly damage any relationships if it turns out they're not okay with it.

#Debate me coward.#fielding questions!!#mha rp #raito sanda rp

Are you going to wear your new clothes to work?

Probably not, I typically go to work straight from school, so I'm usually in my uniform.

During breaks and weekends though...I still probably won't. My new clothes are quite casual. I prefer to dress professionally at work.

#Debate me coward.#fielding questions!!#mha rp #raito sanda rp

overhaul-cleaning

Sanda arrived at the van soon after hanging up his call with Chisaki, wearing his day clothes for once instead of his usual school uniform. He had folded Fuji's hoodie into a plastic bag - while it looked neat enough from the outside, the entire front of the garment within was absolutely drenched in a considerable amount of blood. Certainly more than Sanda knew what to do with.

He checked the bag once more to make sure everything was still in order before settling next to the van, quietly waiting for Chisaki.

Raito Sanda ( @ua-storm-duo )

You could've rung the doorbell. I only just saw you from the upper window, Chisaki said as he exited the building, walked up to his van and opened the back doors. He had no time to waste on niceties when the reason for Sanda coming over was already clear.

Spread the clothes on the floor of the van.

Chisaki climbed inside ahead of Sanda, and purposefully reached for an unmarked metal container beneath the shelf with the other chemicals. With his other hand, he pulled a spare pair of gloves out of the pocket of his jacket.

Here.

He threw them over to Sanda.

Do you have any open wounds? Paper cuts? scrapes?

“I didn’t want to intrude. You were working.”

He hops into the van behind Chisaki, catching the gloves and pulling them on, flexing his fingers a few times. It always felt a bit nice to have his hands covered with something insulating. No risk of shocking.

Sanda pulled the hoodie from his bag, laying it out on the floor. It was meant to be pale yellow, but it was completely drenched, with most of the front being entirely covered with blood.

“No sir. Nothing like that.”

overhaul-cleaning

Chisaki didn't even flinch at the sight of the blood. He'd seen far worse before, and at least this blood stain hadn't dried entirely yet.

The container emitted a quiet hiss as Chisaki unscrewed its top.

The chemical reaction turns blood into nitrogen, he explained. And it's highly reactive. When it gets into contact with an open wound, it'll work its way through your veins. You'd be dead in seconds, and in a way I cannot undo with my own quirk.

Moreover, he continued, kneeling down in front of the hoodie, It is a a near-invisible, heavy gas.

Chisaki demonstrated the application by carefully, and briefly, tilting the container over a sleeve of the hoodie.

As it poured out, the chemical itself was barely visible, but it produced a distinct hissing sound and a sharp smell as it hit the blood stain. Starting from a small point in the middle of the sleeve, the blood seemed to simply disappear while the gas worked its way through the fabric, restoring it to its original, pale yellow color.

That's why long clothes and gloves are the bare minimum to handle this substance safely.

Sanda listened curiously nodding along as he watched the process. Even without open wounds, this sounded like something he should generally avoid touching regardless. It briefly occurred to him that there was absolutely no way Chisaki had obtained something this dangerous through exclusively legal means, but once again, that was none of his business.

"...That's fascinating," he mumbled, watching as the blood vanished away. "I didn't know things like this even existed. What would happen if you inhaled that?"

overhaul-cleaning

Depends on whether you have some small internal injury. If you've bit your cheek, burned your esophagus or had nosebleed recently, you're also done for. You'd most likely choke on an entire lungful of this, too.

To my knowledge, the chemical formular is based of the byproduct of someone's quirk, and that someone died of their own quirk.

But ... because it's heavier than air, you'd have to get very close to breathe it in on accident.

He held out the container to Sanda.

Hold it steady and apply it slowly.

"I see."

He paused for a moment in caution before carefully taking the bottle. He was always a little wary of touching dangerous objects given the nature of his own quirk, but given the gloves, it should...probably be fine.

He carefully began to apply it to the fabric, doing his best to copy Chisaki's own movements. Even though he had just seen it in action mere seconds ago, it still surprised him to see how easily the blood lifted out.

"...That's genuinely fascinating. I can see why this would come in handy."

overhaul-cleaning

... If it means I don't have to use my quirk, it's worth every yen, Chisaki said absent-mindedly, watching the chemical work.

Once Sanda had poured enough of the gas over the hoodie, he held up a hand for him to stop. From experience, he knew that the remaining blood would disappear within the next seconds without adding more of it.

Sanda quickly stopped pouring, giving a small nod as he watched the chemical at work.

"Pardon me if I'm stepping out of line in asking this, but...I'm quite curious. What exactly does it feel like to use your quirk?"

overhaul-cleaning

Chisaki thought about it for a bit, trying to find the right words.

There's nothing that quite compares. Perhaps you want to imagine running your hands over a very fine relief while simultaneously reading a book on advanced physics.

Overhaul feeds back the exact molecular structure of everything that gets caught up in the deconstruction phase. Including every bacterium, every virus, every other pathogen imaginable.

And biological matter, living or not, is especially full of nasty surprises.

He nods along, tilting his head slightly in thought as he listened. It sounded like far more than he himself would be able to handle. It also sounded like somewhat of a curse for someone with Chisaki's phobia.

"That sounds remarkably overwhelming. I would imagine much of that information would be better left unknown."

overhaul-cleaning

I don't have the luxury to be blissfully oblivious, nor do I want to be. Germaphobia and mysophobia are not irrational fears, they are rooted in scientific fact.

He offered to take the container back from Sanda.

"Mm. I need no convincing. I've had to make similar arguments to Fuji very frequently about my own phobia. I'll take your word for it."

He passes the container back carefully, relieved to have it out of his hands.

"Thank you again for your assistance. He'll be relieved that we were able to clean it. If any other expensive garments get stained, what would be my best approach without access to chemicals like this? I mean- ideally, he'll just stop wearing expensive clothes while he's bleeding this excessively, but I digress."

overhaul-cleaning

Sanda's own phobia ...? Right. The fear of animals. A likewise reasonable and healthy fear to have.

Chisaki replied with a curt nod and returned the container to its place below the shelf.

I've already listed all the options you have when dealing with blood. Hydrogen peroxide would be my next best go-to.

Perhaps your friend will be more careful in his "hero" training if he ends up with bleached spots all over his favorite clothes.

"Oh- it's not his hero training," Sanda explains, looking back up at Chisaki. "It's the weather."

"The nature of his quirk causes intense symptoms during weather disruptions. Mostly vertigo and migraines, but nosebleeds as well. Fairly severe ones. He calls it his storm instincts...? It isn't anything that cool in actuality."

"I'll rely on the hydrogen peroxide from here on out. It'll be difficult to ignore the difference in efficiency though."

overhaul-cleaning

It is perfectly efficient. It just has the side-effect of destroying pigments and some organic fibres. Of course, there would be no pigments to lose if he simply wore white.

Chisaki fell silent for a few moments, double-checking that every bottle on that shelf sat firmly in place and wouldn't fall out while driving. He thought back on some of Sanda's earlier words.

... Remind me again why we were the debating the point of whether or not quirks are a disease the other day when your friend's quirk nearly causes him to bleed out because of the weather?

Sanda immediately perked up at even the slightest hint of what could turn into a riveting debate. Hell yes.

“Fuji has no interest in getting rid of his quirk though. That’s the relevant point. Even in non-quirk diseases and impairments, everything comes back to how the recipient views what they have. Fuji believes his quirk to be fundamental to his personhood. What gives anyone else the grounds to decide that he shouldn’t have the quirk because of its side effects when he himself is alright with them?”

overhaul-cleaning

Again, you're jumping topics. Fukiyose can keep his quirk for all I care.

But would you be willing to concede that a genetic "anomaly" that causes such harmful side-effects justifies a medical categorization as an illness or syndrome?

He gives a small hum of acknowledgement, looking up at the roof of the van in thought. Chisaki's logic, as usual, was fairly sound. It required some concessions, but provided those, it held up.

"...I'm not sure if I would be willing to go that far. I think my stance lies somewhere in the middle. Other theories purport that Quirks are the next step in human evolution, which I believe may also have grounds in a certain sense. If you consider it through that lens, you can view Quirks similarly to how you'd view any other evolutionary trait, like bipedalism or perspiration. Another human element."

"But through that lens, something like Fuji's quirk drawbacks simply become an illness of their own. When someone has an arm that doesn't extend properly, we cite the issue being that the arm does not extend, not that the individual in question has an arm to begin with. In this case, the disease wouldn't be the Quirk, but the drawback, which is what treatment would aim to address - not the presence of the quirk itself. I don't think the factor of harmful side effects automatically begets confirmation of a 'quirk disease.' I think the medical categorization would need to specifically refer to the drawbacks."

#Debate me coward.#whered you wander off to?!

overhaul-cleaning

Sanda arrived at the van soon after hanging up his call with Chisaki, wearing his day clothes for once instead of his usual school uniform. He had folded Fuji's hoodie into a plastic bag - while it looked neat enough from the outside, the entire front of the garment within was absolutely drenched in a considerable amount of blood. Certainly more than Sanda knew what to do with.

He checked the bag once more to make sure everything was still in order before settling next to the van, quietly waiting for Chisaki.

Raito Sanda ( @ua-storm-duo )

You could've rung the doorbell. I only just saw you from the upper window, Chisaki said as he exited the building, walked up to his van and opened the back doors. He had no time to waste on niceties when the reason for Sanda coming over was already clear.

Spread the clothes on the floor of the van.

Chisaki climbed inside ahead of Sanda, and purposefully reached for an unmarked metal container beneath the shelf with the other chemicals. With his other hand, he pulled a spare pair of gloves out of the pocket of his jacket.

Here.

He threw them over to Sanda.

Do you have any open wounds? Paper cuts? scrapes?

“I didn’t want to intrude. You were working.”

He hops into the van behind Chisaki, catching the gloves and pulling them on, flexing his fingers a few times. It always felt a bit nice to have his hands covered with something insulating. No risk of shocking.

Sanda pulled the hoodie from his bag, laying it out on the floor. It was meant to be pale yellow, but it was completely drenched, with most of the front being entirely covered with blood.

“No sir. Nothing like that.”

overhaul-cleaning

Chisaki didn't even flinch at the sight of the blood. He'd seen far worse before, and at least this blood stain hadn't dried entirely yet.

The container emitted a quiet hiss as Chisaki unscrewed its top.

The chemical reaction turns blood into nitrogen, he explained. And it's highly reactive. When it gets into contact with an open wound, it'll work its way through your veins. You'd be dead in seconds, and in a way I cannot undo with my own quirk.

Moreover, he continued, kneeling down in front of the hoodie, It is a a near-invisible, heavy gas.

Chisaki demonstrated the application by carefully, and briefly, tilting the container over a sleeve of the hoodie.

As it poured out, the chemical itself was barely visible, but it produced a distinct hissing sound and a sharp smell as it hit the blood stain. Starting from a small point in the middle of the sleeve, the blood seemed to simply disappear while the gas worked its way through the fabric, restoring it to its original, pale yellow color.

That's why long clothes and gloves are the bare minimum to handle this substance safely.

Sanda listened curiously nodding along as he watched the process. Even without open wounds, this sounded like something he should generally avoid touching regardless. It briefly occurred to him that there was absolutely no way Chisaki had obtained something this dangerous through exclusively legal means, but once again, that was none of his business.

"...That's fascinating," he mumbled, watching as the blood vanished away. "I didn't know things like this even existed. What would happen if you inhaled that?"

overhaul-cleaning

Depends on whether you have some small internal injury. If you've bit your cheek, burned your esophagus or had nosebleed recently, you're also done for. You'd most likely choke on an entire lungful of this, too.

To my knowledge, the chemical formular is based of the byproduct of someone's quirk, and that someone died of their own quirk.

But ... because it's heavier than air, you'd have to get very close to breathe it in on accident.

He held out the container to Sanda.

Hold it steady and apply it slowly.

"I see."

He paused for a moment in caution before carefully taking the bottle. He was always a little wary of touching dangerous objects given the nature of his own quirk, but given the gloves, it should...probably be fine.

He carefully began to apply it to the fabric, doing his best to copy Chisaki's own movements. Even though he had just seen it in action mere seconds ago, it still surprised him to see how easily the blood lifted out.

"...That's genuinely fascinating. I can see why this would come in handy."

overhaul-cleaning

... If it means I don't have to use my quirk, it's worth every yen, Chisaki said absent-mindedly, watching the chemical work.

Once Sanda had poured enough of the gas over the hoodie, he held up a hand for him to stop. From experience, he knew that the remaining blood would disappear within the next seconds without adding more of it.

Sanda quickly stopped pouring, giving a small nod as he watched the chemical at work.

"Pardon me if I'm stepping out of line in asking this, but...I'm quite curious. What exactly does it feel like to use your quirk?"

overhaul-cleaning

Chisaki thought about it for a bit, trying to find the right words.

There's nothing that quite compares. Perhaps you want to imagine running your hands over a very fine relief while simultaneously reading a book on advanced physics.

Overhaul feeds back the exact molecular structure of everything that gets caught up in the deconstruction phase. Including every bacterium, every virus, every other pathogen imaginable.

And biological matter, living or not, is especially full of nasty surprises.

He nods along, tilting his head slightly in thought as he listened. It sounded like far more than he himself would be able to handle. It also sounded like somewhat of a curse for someone with Chisaki's phobia.

"That sounds remarkably overwhelming. I would imagine much of that information would be better left unknown."

overhaul-cleaning

I don't have the luxury to be blissfully oblivious, nor do I want to be. Germaphobia and mysophobia are not irrational fears, they are rooted in scientific fact.

He offered to take the container back from Sanda.

"Mm. I need no convincing. I've had to make similar arguments to Fuji very frequently about my own phobia. I'll take your word for it."

He passes the container back carefully, relieved to have it out of his hands.

"Thank you again for your assistance. He'll be relieved that we were able to clean it. If any other expensive garments get stained, what would be my best approach without access to chemicals like this? I mean- ideally, he'll just stop wearing expensive clothes while he's bleeding this excessively, but I digress."

overhaul-cleaning

Sanda's own phobia ...? Right. The fear of animals. A likewise reasonable and healthy fear to have.

Chisaki replied with a curt nod and returned the container to its place below the shelf.

I've already listed all the options you have when dealing with blood. Hydrogen peroxide would be my next best go-to.

Perhaps your friend will be more careful in his "hero" training if he ends up with bleached spots all over his favorite clothes.

"Oh- it's not his hero training," Sanda explains, looking back up at Chisaki. "It's the weather."

"The nature of his quirk causes intense symptoms during weather disruptions. Mostly vertigo and migraines, but nosebleeds as well. Fairly severe ones. He calls it his storm instincts...? It isn't anything that cool in actuality."

"I'll rely on the hydrogen peroxide from here on out. It'll be difficult to ignore the difference in efficiency though."

overhaul-cleaning

It is perfectly efficient. It just has the side-effect of destroying pigments and some organic fibres. Of course, there would be no pigments to lose if he simply wore white.

Chisaki fell silent for a few moments, double-checking that every bottle on that shelf sat firmly in place and wouldn't fall out while driving. He thought back on some of Sanda's earlier words.

... Remind me again why we were the debating the point of whether or not quirks are a disease the other day when your friend's quirk nearly causes him to bleed out because of the weather?

Sanda immediately perked up at even the slightest hint of what could turn into a riveting debate. Hell yes.

“Fuji has no interest in getting rid of his quirk though. That’s the relevant point. Even in non-quirk diseases and impairments, everything comes back to how the recipient views what they have. Fuji believes his quirk to be fundamental to his personhood. What gives anyone else the grounds to decide that he shouldn’t have the quirk because of its side effects when he himself is alright with them?”

#Debate me coward.#whered you wander off to?!

overhaul-cleaning

Sanda arrived at the van soon after hanging up his call with Chisaki, wearing his day clothes for once instead of his usual school uniform. He had folded Fuji's hoodie into a plastic bag - while it looked neat enough from the outside, the entire front of the garment within was absolutely drenched in a considerable amount of blood. Certainly more than Sanda knew what to do with.

He checked the bag once more to make sure everything was still in order before settling next to the van, quietly waiting for Chisaki.

Raito Sanda ( @ua-storm-duo )

You could've rung the doorbell. I only just saw you from the upper window, Chisaki said as he exited the building, walked up to his van and opened the back doors. He had no time to waste on niceties when the reason for Sanda coming over was already clear.

Spread the clothes on the floor of the van.

Chisaki climbed inside ahead of Sanda, and purposefully reached for an unmarked metal container beneath the shelf with the other chemicals. With his other hand, he pulled a spare pair of gloves out of the pocket of his jacket.

Here.

He threw them over to Sanda.

Do you have any open wounds? Paper cuts? scrapes?

“I didn’t want to intrude. You were working.”

He hops into the van behind Chisaki, catching the gloves and pulling them on, flexing his fingers a few times. It always felt a bit nice to have his hands covered with something insulating. No risk of shocking.

Sanda pulled the hoodie from his bag, laying it out on the floor. It was meant to be pale yellow, but it was completely drenched, with most of the front being entirely covered with blood.

“No sir. Nothing like that.”

overhaul-cleaning

Chisaki didn't even flinch at the sight of the blood. He'd seen far worse before, and at least this blood stain hadn't dried entirely yet.

The container emitted a quiet hiss as Chisaki unscrewed its top.

The chemical reaction turns blood into nitrogen, he explained. And it's highly reactive. When it gets into contact with an open wound, it'll work its way through your veins. You'd be dead in seconds, and in a way I cannot undo with my own quirk.

Moreover, he continued, kneeling down in front of the hoodie, It is a a near-invisible, heavy gas.

Chisaki demonstrated the application by carefully, and briefly, tilting the container over a sleeve of the hoodie.

As it poured out, the chemical itself was barely visible, but it produced a distinct hissing sound and a sharp smell as it hit the blood stain. Starting from a small point in the middle of the sleeve, the blood seemed to simply disappear while the gas worked its way through the fabric, restoring it to its original, pale yellow color.

That's why long clothes and gloves are the bare minimum to handle this substance safely.

Sanda listened curiously nodding along as he watched the process. Even without open wounds, this sounded like something he should generally avoid touching regardless. It briefly occurred to him that there was absolutely no way Chisaki had obtained something this dangerous through exclusively legal means, but once again, that was none of his business.

"...That's fascinating," he mumbled, watching as the blood vanished away. "I didn't know things like this even existed. What would happen if you inhaled that?"

overhaul-cleaning

Depends on whether you have some small internal injury. If you've bit your cheek, burned your esophagus or had nosebleed recently, you're also done for. You'd most likely choke on an entire lungful of this, too.

To my knowledge, the chemical formular is based of the byproduct of someone's quirk, and that someone died of their own quirk.

But ... because it's heavier than air, you'd have to get very close to breathe it in on accident.

He held out the container to Sanda.

Hold it steady and apply it slowly.

"I see."

He paused for a moment in caution before carefully taking the bottle. He was always a little wary of touching dangerous objects given the nature of his own quirk, but given the gloves, it should...probably be fine.

He carefully began to apply it to the fabric, doing his best to copy Chisaki's own movements. Even though he had just seen it in action mere seconds ago, it still surprised him to see how easily the blood lifted out.

"...That's genuinely fascinating. I can see why this would come in handy."

overhaul-cleaning

... If it means I don't have to use my quirk, it's worth every yen, Chisaki said absent-mindedly, watching the chemical work.

Once Sanda had poured enough of the gas over the hoodie, he held up a hand for him to stop. From experience, he knew that the remaining blood would disappear within the next seconds without adding more of it.

Sanda quickly stopped pouring, giving a small nod as he watched the chemical at work.

"Pardon me if I'm stepping out of line in asking this, but...I'm quite curious. What exactly does it feel like to use your quirk?"

overhaul-cleaning

Chisaki thought about it for a bit, trying to find the right words.

There's nothing that quite compares. Perhaps you want to imagine running your hands over a very fine relief while simultaneously reading a book on advanced physics.

Overhaul feeds back the exact molecular structure of everything that gets caught up in the deconstruction phase. Including every bacterium, every virus, every other pathogen imaginable.

And biological matter, living or not, is especially full of nasty surprises.

He nods along, tilting his head slightly in thought as he listened. It sounded like far more than he himself would be able to handle. It also sounded like somewhat of a curse for someone with Chisaki's phobia.

"That sounds remarkably overwhelming. I would imagine much of that information would be better left unknown."

overhaul-cleaning

I don't have the luxury to be blissfully oblivious, nor do I want to be. Germaphobia and mysophobia are not irrational fears, they are rooted in scientific fact.

He offered to take the container back from Sanda.

"Mm. I need no convincing. I've had to make similar arguments to Fuji very frequently about my own phobia. I'll take your word for it."

He passes the container back carefully, relieved to have it out of his hands.

"Thank you again for your assistance. He'll be relieved that we were able to clean it. If any other expensive garments get stained, what would be my best approach without access to chemicals like this? I mean- ideally, he'll just stop wearing expensive clothes while he's bleeding this excessively, but I digress."

overhaul-cleaning

Sanda's own phobia ...? Right. The fear of animals. A likewise reasonable and healthy fear to have.

Chisaki replied with a curt nod and returned the container to its place below the shelf.

I've already listed all the options you have when dealing with blood. Hydrogen peroxide would be my next best go-to.

Perhaps your friend will be more careful in his "hero" training if he ends up with bleached spots all over his favorite clothes.

"Oh- it's not his hero training," Sanda explains, looking back up at Chisaki. "It's the weather."

"The nature of his quirk causes intense symptoms during weather disruptions. Mostly vertigo and migraines, but nosebleeds as well. Fairly severe ones. He calls it his storm instincts...? It isn't anything that cool in actuality."

"I'll rely on the hydrogen peroxide from here on out. It'll be difficult to ignore the difference in efficiency though."

#Debate me coward.#whered you wander off to?!

overhaul-cleaning

Sanda arrived at the van soon after hanging up his call with Chisaki, wearing his day clothes for once instead of his usual school uniform. He had folded Fuji's hoodie into a plastic bag - while it looked neat enough from the outside, the entire front of the garment within was absolutely drenched in a considerable amount of blood. Certainly more than Sanda knew what to do with.

He checked the bag once more to make sure everything was still in order before settling next to the van, quietly waiting for Chisaki.

Raito Sanda ( @ua-storm-duo )

You could've rung the doorbell. I only just saw you from the upper window, Chisaki said as he exited the building, walked up to his van and opened the back doors. He had no time to waste on niceties when the reason for Sanda coming over was already clear.

Spread the clothes on the floor of the van.

Chisaki climbed inside ahead of Sanda, and purposefully reached for an unmarked metal container beneath the shelf with the other chemicals. With his other hand, he pulled a spare pair of gloves out of the pocket of his jacket.

Here.

He threw them over to Sanda.

Do you have any open wounds? Paper cuts? scrapes?

“I didn’t want to intrude. You were working.”

He hops into the van behind Chisaki, catching the gloves and pulling them on, flexing his fingers a few times. It always felt a bit nice to have his hands covered with something insulating. No risk of shocking.

Sanda pulled the hoodie from his bag, laying it out on the floor. It was meant to be pale yellow, but it was completely drenched, with most of the front being entirely covered with blood.

“No sir. Nothing like that.”

overhaul-cleaning

Chisaki didn't even flinch at the sight of the blood. He'd seen far worse before, and at least this blood stain hadn't dried entirely yet.

The container emitted a quiet hiss as Chisaki unscrewed its top.

The chemical reaction turns blood into nitrogen, he explained. And it's highly reactive. When it gets into contact with an open wound, it'll work its way through your veins. You'd be dead in seconds, and in a way I cannot undo with my own quirk.

Moreover, he continued, kneeling down in front of the hoodie, It is a a near-invisible, heavy gas.

Chisaki demonstrated the application by carefully, and briefly, tilting the container over a sleeve of the hoodie.

As it poured out, the chemical itself was barely visible, but it produced a distinct hissing sound and a sharp smell as it hit the blood stain. Starting from a small point in the middle of the sleeve, the blood seemed to simply disappear while the gas worked its way through the fabric, restoring it to its original, pale yellow color.

That's why long clothes and gloves are the bare minimum to handle this substance safely.

Sanda listened curiously nodding along as he watched the process. Even without open wounds, this sounded like something he should generally avoid touching regardless. It briefly occurred to him that there was absolutely no way Chisaki had obtained something this dangerous through exclusively legal means, but once again, that was none of his business.

"...That's fascinating," he mumbled, watching as the blood vanished away. "I didn't know things like this even existed. What would happen if you inhaled that?"

overhaul-cleaning

Depends on whether you have some small internal injury. If you've bit your cheek, burned your esophagus or had nosebleed recently, you're also done for. You'd most likely choke on an entire lungful of this, too.

To my knowledge, the chemical formular is based of the byproduct of someone's quirk, and that someone died of their own quirk.

But ... because it's heavier than air, you'd have to get very close to breathe it in on accident.

He held out the container to Sanda.

Hold it steady and apply it slowly.

"I see."

He paused for a moment in caution before carefully taking the bottle. He was always a little wary of touching dangerous objects given the nature of his own quirk, but given the gloves, it should...probably be fine.

He carefully began to apply it to the fabric, doing his best to copy Chisaki's own movements. Even though he had just seen it in action mere seconds ago, it still surprised him to see how easily the blood lifted out.

"...That's genuinely fascinating. I can see why this would come in handy."

overhaul-cleaning

... If it means I don't have to use my quirk, it's worth every yen, Chisaki said absent-mindedly, watching the chemical work.

Once Sanda had poured enough of the gas over the hoodie, he held up a hand for him to stop. From experience, he knew that the remaining blood would disappear within the next seconds without adding more of it.

Sanda quickly stopped pouring, giving a small nod as he watched the chemical at work.

"Pardon me if I'm stepping out of line in asking this, but...I'm quite curious. What exactly does it feel like to use your quirk?"

overhaul-cleaning

Chisaki thought about it for a bit, trying to find the right words.

There's nothing that quite compares. Perhaps you want to imagine running your hands over a very fine relief while simultaneously reading a book on advanced physics.

Overhaul feeds back the exact molecular structure of everything that gets caught up in the deconstruction phase. Including every bacterium, every virus, every other pathogen imaginable.

And biological matter, living or not, is especially full of nasty surprises.

He nods along, tilting his head slightly in thought as he listened. It sounded like far more than he himself would be able to handle. It also sounded like somewhat of a curse for someone with Chisaki's phobia.

"That sounds remarkably overwhelming. I would imagine much of that information would be better left unknown."

overhaul-cleaning

I don't have the luxury to be blissfully oblivious, nor do I want to be. Germaphobia and mysophobia are not irrational fears, they are rooted in scientific fact.

He offered to take the container back from Sanda.

"Mm. I need no convincing. I've had to make similar arguments to Fuji very frequently about my own phobia. I'll take your word for it."

He passes the container back carefully, relieved to have it out of his hands.

"Thank you again for your assistance. He'll be relieved that we were able to clean it. If any other expensive garments get stained, what would be my best approach without access to chemicals like this? I mean- ideally, he'll just stop wearing expensive clothes while he's bleeding this excessively, but I digress."

#Debate me coward.#whered you wander off to?!

Toga knocks politely, waiting quietly at the door. Her hair is down and she's wearing a white sundress with a pink cardigan. She fidgetsd with the strap of her bag. "Sanda?" You there?"

Himiko Toga - @himikoslov

Sanda opens the door moments later, dressed in his day clothes as opposed to his usual school uniform - a short-sleeve white button-down and black pants. Even his casual clothes look fairly formal.

"Toga-senpai. Thank you for coming by. Are you ready to go?"

She beams "Yep!!" She pulls her bag up as it slips down her shoulder. She stares at his outfit

"Do you have any other clothes...?" She peaks into his room "That outfits kindaaa formal for a lunch date. Lol!~"

He blinks in surprise, looking down at his clothes. Most of his wardrobe looked fairly similar to this.

"Are these not acceptable...? This is what I would normally wear for a Saturday out. Most of my clothes just look like this."

Her jaw drops "WHAT?!" She jumps "You need like... Fun clothes! For fun! This is so formal. So so so so formal!!"

He fidgets with his bag strap slightly, glancing aside. What a coincidence that she should mention that, given what he had contacted her for in the first place.

"That's-...actually relevant to what I wanted to discuss with you today," he started somewhat awkwardly, stepping out of his room and shutting the door behind him. "But we can cover that on the walk to lunch. Shall we go?"

"Oh?" She stares for a second, surprised this isn't about some buisness thing "Yeah sure!" She starts walking but then stops

"Where do you wanna go?"

"Anywhere is fine. We can go to the same place we visited last time, if you'd like," Sanda offered as they walked, pushing away the mental image of just how run-down that restaurant had looked from the outside.

Sanda stayed somewhat quiet as they proceeded, waiting until they were a bit further away from the school before speaking again.

"I...actually wanted to ask you about something unrelated to work. Something you have a bit more specialty in. You specifically."

"Oh?! Something for just me!? How exciting!!" She beams, not related to work and a specific question for her??? This feels like something friends do?

"What's up?"

Sanda opened his mouth to speak for a moment before promptly pausing and shutting it again, blushing slightly. How exactly was he supposed to broach this?

He clenched his bag strap tightly and swallowed. If he was just blunt about it, at least that would get it out of the way.

He stopped rather suddenly, giving a nervous exhale before speaking again.

"Toga-senpai!" he started, immediately giving her a full bow. "P-Please teach me how to dress like a cute girl!"

Toga opens her mouth but no sound comes out. She closes her mouth. There is a long silence.

She squeals "OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!" She jumps up and down putting her hands over her face, which has now flushed a bright shade of red

"T-Toga-senpai!" he flusters immediately, standing back up straight. "Please keep your voice down!"

Toga was the authority on all things cute. He knew that much about her. Fuji knew a fair amount about fashion, but only masculine fashion, and his style wasn't anything like Sanda's. He was all about expensive brands. That wasn't what Sanda was looking for.

He didn't have many other friends, and especially nobody he was close enough with to come to them with this issue. It had to be Toga. She was his coworker, at least, and she seemed to like him well enough.

"Oh my god." She whispers. "I. Would. Be honored." She squeals spinning around and stomping her feet.

He gives a small nod, face still extremely flushed. At least she seemed eager about the idea.

"Then-...if it's all the same to you, we don't have to get lunch. We could go to the mall, if you'd prefer."

"Yes." Toga pauses Yes." Toga stops moving. Her face stuck in a big smile.

"Let's go!" She changes course heading towards the mall as opposed to the burger joint.

He nods meekly, sticking by her side and following her as they switch courses.

"...I still want to be modest though. I'm willing to get some clothes that aren't strictly professional, but I really do want to maintain modesty. I don't want anything revealing."

Part of it was just a matter of dignity and professionalism, but additionally, his body felt much more stable under clothing. More exposed skin meant more places for his body to desolidify or spark. It made him uncomfortable.

"Of course!!! You can be modest and cute!" She twirls, showing off her out "My dress is long and I'm wearing a cardigan, barely any skin showing and still cute!" She smiles "You can be cute and modest! It's easy peasy!"

"Right, g-good. Then I'd like to do that."

He continues walking with her, still somewhat timid as they continue to discuss what he's look for. This is a side of himself he hasn't explored before outside of his own mind. Being so open about it with Toga still felt somewhat strange.

Finally, the two arrived at the mall, Sanda continuing to follow Toga's lead.

"Um- where should we start? I don't really know these types of stores."

"I loooooove this store!! C'mon!!"

She smiles, putting her hand out for him to grab

Sanda clutches his bag strap, keeping in step with her but not taking her hand.

"Er- I really shouldn't. It would be fairly painful."

"Oh!" Toga puts her hand down "Stay here for a sec, kay?" She doesn't wait for him to answer and quickly runs into a store

Toga makes her way out of the store after 5 minutes, a new bag in tow "Here!" She holds it out

Sanda blinks in confusion, taking the bag and peering inside. Within is a pair of neat, pale yellow wool gloves.

"Wh- Toga-senpai, that's incredibly generous, I can't possibly accept that, y-you really don't have to spend your own money on me. Please let me pay you back, at least."

"Eh?! No way! It's so we can hold hands!!" She thinks for a second "Think of it as something for me!" Toga smiles, holding her hand out once more

"I- well- I mean-...if you insist," he concedes, taking them out and putting them on. They look a little out of place in the summer weather, but they're comfortable, out at least.

Tentatively, he takes her hand, keeping his other hand on his bag strap. It still feels excessively awkward to him - he's not used to holding hands, or really touching people at all for that matter.

"Yayyy!" Toga leads the way into a store "I get some of my clothes here, but some of it can be a little pricey." The walls are lined with feminine clothing and accessories, including bags, dresses, and shoes, predominantly in a Lolita style.

"We can go somewhere else if this isn't really what you're thinking!"

He looks around, flushing slightly. This was definitely in the range of cutesy and girly. That much was clear. In terms of everyday wear though...it didn't exactly seem practical.

"This...might be a little much for me," he admitted. "I don't really want to stick out."

She nods "I see..." She thinks for a moment before leaving the store, practically dragging Sanda with her

"How bout' this one?" She stops in front of a store, the sign reads 'Retro Girl'

Sanda seemed to visibly perk up as they entered, looking around with interest. This was much more his style. They were still cute and feminine, but much more modest.

They were pretty. He began to flush again.

"Um- these seem more fitting, I think."

"Yay!!!" She smiles "I'm gonna choose some stuff for you to try on!! You can choose some stuff you think you'd like too!"

She darts off into the store grabbing a variety of dresses, tops, cardigans, for Sanda to choose from

Sanda gives a meek nod, looking around. He still feels remarkably out of place, even though this was his idea in the first place. He had never thought about the possibility of being pretty or cute. He wondered if people would stare if he started wearing these kinds of clothes.

He still wasn't really sure what he would say if people started asking questions.

He meandered between shelves, looking over everything. He had no idea what would actually look good on him, but...they looked nice on the mannequins, at least. Some of the fabrics felt pretty soft and comfortable. He chose to focus mainly on those aspects as he picked things up, draping them over his arm. When he had picked out a few things, he regrouped with Toga, keeping his head slightly ducked.

"These should be alright, I think."

"Ooo! Okay!" Toga hands him some of the clothes she picked for him

"Try these on too!" She ushers him to one of the dressing rooms

"Ah- Yes Toga-senpai."

He heads into the dressing room, shutting the door behind him and taking a deep breath. It was just trying on clothes. It would be fine. This was fine. He wasn't doing anything wrong, regardless of how nervous it made him feel.

What if he looked ridiculous though...?

He swallowed anxiously, looking through what he had brought into the room, hesitating for a bit before picking out the first outfit - a long white skirt with slim grey stripes running down the length, and a pale yellow blouse with a large white ribbon on the collar. He dressed himself without much fuss, leaving his bag aside.

Then, he turned to look at himself in the mirror.

He looked...different. His body was already fairly lithe, so the clothes fit just fine, better than they would on someone more muscular like Fuji. It occurred to him for a moment that he might even genuinely pass as a girl like this. Was that good...?

"Um-...okay, I'm dressed, should I show you?"

Toga nods, he can't see her nod, she realizes that.

"Yes!!"

She clasps her hands together excited

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself before stepping out of the dressing room, keeping his eyes down and nervously running his thumb over the knuckles of his clenched fist. He didn't dare look up, simply waiting to see how Toga would reply.

Toga freezes. She puts her hands over her face, which has now gone red. "Oh. My. God."

"If it's that bad, please let me know so I can change promptly. B-Be honest, preferably."

"YOU ARE SO CUTE!!!!!!!" heads turn, she doesn't notice. she squeels "Oh. My. God. This just fits you so well. Your are so adorable I-... I just need a moment" She turns away from him taking a breath.

He somehow manages to blush even harder, startling slightly at the sudden praise and quickly glancing away.

"R-Really...? You're not just saying that...?"

"No. Nononono, you are seriously so freakin' cute." She turns back around to face him "It just. It just fits you so well!"

Toga feigns wiping a single tear from her eye

"It's just so perfect...."

He looks down at the outfit timidly. It fits his body nicely enough, and it's comfortable, and Toga says it looks nice, so...maybe it would be fine to buy it...?

He turns slightly, letting the skirt swish with his movements.

He does feel kind of pretty, honestly. It's a strange feeling.

"Then-...should I buy it, or...?"

"Pleeeeeease let me buy it for you!" She grabs his hands unable to contain her excitement, the gloves really were a good investment

"It's perfect on you!!"

"Toga-senpai, really, I-I couldn't ask that of you, we get paid the same amount, it would be unfair to have you pay for my clothes," he insists, jolting slightly in surprise at having his hands suddenly grabbed.

Toga sighs, he looks so good in the outfit. She can't help but want to spoil him.

"But I want to get it for you!"

He hesitates for another moment before sighing, running a hand through his hair.

"Um- if you insist. Thank you very much, Toga-senpai," he replies, bowing deeply. "Should I try on another now?"

#Debate me coward.#whered you wander off to?!

Toga knocks politely, waiting quietly at the door. Her hair is down and she's wearing a white sundress with a pink cardigan. She fidgetsd with the strap of her bag. "Sanda?" You there?"

Himiko Toga - @himikoslov

Sanda opens the door moments later, dressed in his day clothes as opposed to his usual school uniform - a short-sleeve white button-down and black pants. Even his casual clothes look fairly formal.

"Toga-senpai. Thank you for coming by. Are you ready to go?"

She beams "Yep!!" She pulls her bag up as it slips down her shoulder. She stares at his outfit

"Do you have any other clothes...?" She peaks into his room "That outfits kindaaa formal for a lunch date. Lol!~"

He blinks in surprise, looking down at his clothes. Most of his wardrobe looked fairly similar to this.

"Are these not acceptable...? This is what I would normally wear for a Saturday out. Most of my clothes just look like this."

Her jaw drops "WHAT?!" She jumps "You need like... Fun clothes! For fun! This is so formal. So so so so formal!!"

He fidgets with his bag strap slightly, glancing aside. What a coincidence that she should mention that, given what he had contacted her for in the first place.

"That's-...actually relevant to what I wanted to discuss with you today," he started somewhat awkwardly, stepping out of his room and shutting the door behind him. "But we can cover that on the walk to lunch. Shall we go?"

"Oh?" She stares for a second, surprised this isn't about some buisness thing "Yeah sure!" She starts walking but then stops

"Where do you wanna go?"

"Anywhere is fine. We can go to the same place we visited last time, if you'd like," Sanda offered as they walked, pushing away the mental image of just how run-down that restaurant had looked from the outside.

Sanda stayed somewhat quiet as they proceeded, waiting until they were a bit further away from the school before speaking again.

"I...actually wanted to ask you about something unrelated to work. Something you have a bit more specialty in. You specifically."

"Oh?! Something for just me!? How exciting!!" She beams, not related to work and a specific question for her??? This feels like something friends do?

"What's up?"

Sanda opened his mouth to speak for a moment before promptly pausing and shutting it again, blushing slightly. How exactly was he supposed to broach this?

He clenched his bag strap tightly and swallowed. If he was just blunt about it, at least that would get it out of the way.

He stopped rather suddenly, giving a nervous exhale before speaking again.

"Toga-senpai!" he started, immediately giving her a full bow. "P-Please teach me how to dress like a cute girl!"

Toga opens her mouth but no sound comes out. She closes her mouth. There is a long silence.

She squeals "OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!" She jumps up and down putting her hands over her face, which has now flushed a bright shade of red

"T-Toga-senpai!" he flusters immediately, standing back up straight. "Please keep your voice down!"

Toga was the authority on all things cute. He knew that much about her. Fuji knew a fair amount about fashion, but only masculine fashion, and his style wasn't anything like Sanda's. He was all about expensive brands. That wasn't what Sanda was looking for.

He didn't have many other friends, and especially nobody he was close enough with to come to them with this issue. It had to be Toga. She was his coworker, at least, and she seemed to like him well enough.

"Oh my god." She whispers. "I. Would. Be honored." She squeals spinning around and stomping her feet.

He gives a small nod, face still extremely flushed. At least she seemed eager about the idea.

"Then-...if it's all the same to you, we don't have to get lunch. We could go to the mall, if you'd prefer."

"Yes." Toga pauses Yes." Toga stops moving. Her face stuck in a big smile.

"Let's go!" She changes course heading towards the mall as opposed to the burger joint.

He nods meekly, sticking by her side and following her as they switch courses.

"...I still want to be modest though. I'm willing to get some clothes that aren't strictly professional, but I really do want to maintain modesty. I don't want anything revealing."

Part of it was just a matter of dignity and professionalism, but additionally, his body felt much more stable under clothing. More exposed skin meant more places for his body to desolidify or spark. It made him uncomfortable.

"Of course!!! You can be modest and cute!" She twirls, showing off her out "My dress is long and I'm wearing a cardigan, barely any skin showing and still cute!" She smiles "You can be cute and modest! It's easy peasy!"

"Right, g-good. Then I'd like to do that."

He continues walking with her, still somewhat timid as they continue to discuss what he's look for. This is a side of himself he hasn't explored before outside of his own mind. Being so open about it with Toga still felt somewhat strange.

Finally, the two arrived at the mall, Sanda continuing to follow Toga's lead.

"Um- where should we start? I don't really know these types of stores."

"I loooooove this store!! C'mon!!"

She smiles, putting her hand out for him to grab

Sanda clutches his bag strap, keeping in step with her but not taking her hand.

"Er- I really shouldn't. It would be fairly painful."

"Oh!" Toga puts her hand down "Stay here for a sec, kay?" She doesn't wait for him to answer and quickly runs into a store

Toga makes her way out of the store after 5 minutes, a new bag in tow "Here!" She holds it out

Sanda blinks in confusion, taking the bag and peering inside. Within is a pair of neat, pale yellow wool gloves.

"Wh- Toga-senpai, that's incredibly generous, I can't possibly accept that, y-you really don't have to spend your own money on me. Please let me pay you back, at least."

"Eh?! No way! It's so we can hold hands!!" She thinks for a second "Think of it as something for me!" Toga smiles, holding her hand out once more

"I- well- I mean-...if you insist," he concedes, taking them out and putting them on. They look a little out of place in the summer weather, but they're comfortable, out at least.

Tentatively, he takes her hand, keeping his other hand on his bag strap. It still feels excessively awkward to him - he's not used to holding hands, or really touching people at all for that matter.

"Yayyy!" Toga leads the way into a store "I get some of my clothes here, but some of it can be a little pricey." The walls are lined with feminine clothing and accessories, including bags, dresses, and shoes, predominantly in a Lolita style.

"We can go somewhere else if this isn't really what you're thinking!"

He looks around, flushing slightly. This was definitely in the range of cutesy and girly. That much was clear. In terms of everyday wear though...it didn't exactly seem practical.

"This...might be a little much for me," he admitted. "I don't really want to stick out."

She nods "I see..." She thinks for a moment before leaving the store, practically dragging Sanda with her

"How bout' this one?" She stops in front of a store, the sign reads 'Retro Girl'

Sanda seemed to visibly perk up as they entered, looking around with interest. This was much more his style. They were still cute and feminine, but much more modest.

They were pretty. He began to flush again.

"Um- these seem more fitting, I think."

"Yay!!!" She smiles "I'm gonna choose some stuff for you to try on!! You can choose some stuff you think you'd like too!"

She darts off into the store grabbing a variety of dresses, tops, cardigans, for Sanda to choose from

Sanda gives a meek nod, looking around. He still feels remarkably out of place, even though this was his idea in the first place. He had never thought about the possibility of being pretty or cute. He wondered if people would stare if he started wearing these kinds of clothes.

He still wasn't really sure what he would say if people started asking questions.

He meandered between shelves, looking over everything. He had no idea what would actually look good on him, but...they looked nice on the mannequins, at least. Some of the fabrics felt pretty soft and comfortable. He chose to focus mainly on those aspects as he picked things up, draping them over his arm. When he had picked out a few things, he regrouped with Toga, keeping his head slightly ducked.

"These should be alright, I think."

"Ooo! Okay!" Toga hands him some of the clothes she picked for him

"Try these on too!" She ushers him to one of the dressing rooms

"Ah- Yes Toga-senpai."

He heads into the dressing room, shutting the door behind him and taking a deep breath. It was just trying on clothes. It would be fine. This was fine. He wasn't doing anything wrong, regardless of how nervous it made him feel.

What if he looked ridiculous though...?

He swallowed anxiously, looking through what he had brought into the room, hesitating for a bit before picking out the first outfit - a long white skirt with slim grey stripes running down the length, and a pale yellow blouse with a large white ribbon on the collar. He dressed himself without much fuss, leaving his bag aside.

Then, he turned to look at himself in the mirror.

He looked...different. His body was already fairly lithe, so the clothes fit just fine, better than they would on someone more muscular like Fuji. It occurred to him for a moment that he might even genuinely pass as a girl like this. Was that good...?

"Um-...okay, I'm dressed, should I show you?"

Toga nods, he can't see her nod, she realizes that.

"Yes!!"

She clasps her hands together excited

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself before stepping out of the dressing room, keeping his eyes down and nervously running his thumb over the knuckles of his clenched fist. He didn't dare look up, simply waiting to see how Toga would reply.

Toga freezes. She puts her hands over her face, which has now gone red. "Oh. My. God."

"If it's that bad, please let me know so I can change promptly. B-Be honest, preferably."

"YOU ARE SO CUTE!!!!!!!" heads turn, she doesn't notice. she squeels "Oh. My. God. This just fits you so well. Your are so adorable I-... I just need a moment" She turns away from him taking a breath.

He somehow manages to blush even harder, startling slightly at the sudden praise and quickly glancing away.

"R-Really...? You're not just saying that...?"

"No. Nononono, you are seriously so freakin' cute." She turns back around to face him "It just. It just fits you so well!"

Toga feigns wiping a single tear from her eye

"It's just so perfect...."

He looks down at the outfit timidly. It fits his body nicely enough, and it's comfortable, and Toga says it looks nice, so...maybe it would be fine to buy it...?

He turns slightly, letting the skirt swish with his movements.

He does feel kind of pretty, honestly. It's a strange feeling.

"Then-...should I buy it, or...?"

"Pleeeeeease let me buy it for you!" She grabs his hands unable to contain her excitement, the gloves really were a good investment

"It's perfect on you!!"

"Toga-senpai, really, I-I couldn't ask that of you, we get paid the same amount, it would be unfair to have you pay for my clothes," he insists, jolting slightly in surprise at having his hands suddenly grabbed.

#Debate me coward.#whered you wander off to?!

Toga knocks politely, waiting quietly at the door. Her hair is down and she's wearing a white sundress with a pink cardigan. She fidgetsd with the strap of her bag. "Sanda?" You there?"

Himiko Toga - @himikoslov

Sanda opens the door moments later, dressed in his day clothes as opposed to his usual school uniform - a short-sleeve white button-down and black pants. Even his casual clothes look fairly formal.

"Toga-senpai. Thank you for coming by. Are you ready to go?"

She beams "Yep!!" She pulls her bag up as it slips down her shoulder. She stares at his outfit

"Do you have any other clothes...?" She peaks into his room "That outfits kindaaa formal for a lunch date. Lol!~"

He blinks in surprise, looking down at his clothes. Most of his wardrobe looked fairly similar to this.

"Are these not acceptable...? This is what I would normally wear for a Saturday out. Most of my clothes just look like this."

Her jaw drops "WHAT?!" She jumps "You need like... Fun clothes! For fun! This is so formal. So so so so formal!!"

He fidgets with his bag strap slightly, glancing aside. What a coincidence that she should mention that, given what he had contacted her for in the first place.

"That's-...actually relevant to what I wanted to discuss with you today," he started somewhat awkwardly, stepping out of his room and shutting the door behind him. "But we can cover that on the walk to lunch. Shall we go?"

"Oh?" She stares for a second, surprised this isn't about some buisness thing "Yeah sure!" She starts walking but then stops

"Where do you wanna go?"

"Anywhere is fine. We can go to the same place we visited last time, if you'd like," Sanda offered as they walked, pushing away the mental image of just how run-down that restaurant had looked from the outside.

Sanda stayed somewhat quiet as they proceeded, waiting until they were a bit further away from the school before speaking again.

"I...actually wanted to ask you about something unrelated to work. Something you have a bit more specialty in. You specifically."

"Oh?! Something for just me!? How exciting!!" She beams, not related to work and a specific question for her??? This feels like something friends do?

"What's up?"

Sanda opened his mouth to speak for a moment before promptly pausing and shutting it again, blushing slightly. How exactly was he supposed to broach this?

He clenched his bag strap tightly and swallowed. If he was just blunt about it, at least that would get it out of the way.

He stopped rather suddenly, giving a nervous exhale before speaking again.

"Toga-senpai!" he started, immediately giving her a full bow. "P-Please teach me how to dress like a cute girl!"

Toga opens her mouth but no sound comes out. She closes her mouth. There is a long silence.

She squeals "OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!" She jumps up and down putting her hands over her face, which has now flushed a bright shade of red

"T-Toga-senpai!" he flusters immediately, standing back up straight. "Please keep your voice down!"

Toga was the authority on all things cute. He knew that much about her. Fuji knew a fair amount about fashion, but only masculine fashion, and his style wasn't anything like Sanda's. He was all about expensive brands. That wasn't what Sanda was looking for.

He didn't have many other friends, and especially nobody he was close enough with to come to them with this issue. It had to be Toga. She was his coworker, at least, and she seemed to like him well enough.

"Oh my god." She whispers. "I. Would. Be honored." She squeals spinning around and stomping her feet.

He gives a small nod, face still extremely flushed. At least she seemed eager about the idea.

"Then-...if it's all the same to you, we don't have to get lunch. We could go to the mall, if you'd prefer."

"Yes." Toga pauses Yes." Toga stops moving. Her face stuck in a big smile.

"Let's go!" She changes course heading towards the mall as opposed to the burger joint.

He nods meekly, sticking by her side and following her as they switch courses.

"...I still want to be modest though. I'm willing to get some clothes that aren't strictly professional, but I really do want to maintain modesty. I don't want anything revealing."

Part of it was just a matter of dignity and professionalism, but additionally, his body felt much more stable under clothing. More exposed skin meant more places for his body to desolidify or spark. It made him uncomfortable.

"Of course!!! You can be modest and cute!" She twirls, showing off her out "My dress is long and I'm wearing a cardigan, barely any skin showing and still cute!" She smiles "You can be cute and modest! It's easy peasy!"

"Right, g-good. Then I'd like to do that."

He continues walking with her, still somewhat timid as they continue to discuss what he's look for. This is a side of himself he hasn't explored before outside of his own mind. Being so open about it with Toga still felt somewhat strange.

Finally, the two arrived at the mall, Sanda continuing to follow Toga's lead.

"Um- where should we start? I don't really know these types of stores."

"I loooooove this store!! C'mon!!"

She smiles, putting her hand out for him to grab

Sanda clutches his bag strap, keeping in step with her but not taking her hand.

"Er- I really shouldn't. It would be fairly painful."

"Oh!" Toga puts her hand down "Stay here for a sec, kay?" She doesn't wait for him to answer and quickly runs into a store

Toga makes her way out of the store after 5 minutes, a new bag in tow "Here!" She holds it out

Sanda blinks in confusion, taking the bag and peering inside. Within is a pair of neat, pale yellow wool gloves.

"Wh- Toga-senpai, that's incredibly generous, I can't possibly accept that, y-you really don't have to spend your own money on me. Please let me pay you back, at least."

"Eh?! No way! It's so we can hold hands!!" She thinks for a second "Think of it as something for me!" Toga smiles, holding her hand out once more

"I- well- I mean-...if you insist," he concedes, taking them out and putting them on. They look a little out of place in the summer weather, but they're comfortable, out at least.

Tentatively, he takes her hand, keeping his other hand on his bag strap. It still feels excessively awkward to him - he's not used to holding hands, or really touching people at all for that matter.

"Yayyy!" Toga leads the way into a store "I get some of my clothes here, but some of it can be a little pricey." The walls are lined with feminine clothing and accessories, including bags, dresses, and shoes, predominantly in a Lolita style.

"We can go somewhere else if this isn't really what you're thinking!"

He looks around, flushing slightly. This was definitely in the range of cutesy and girly. That much was clear. In terms of everyday wear though...it didn't exactly seem practical.

"This...might be a little much for me," he admitted. "I don't really want to stick out."

She nods "I see..." She thinks for a moment before leaving the store, practically dragging Sanda with her

"How bout' this one?" She stops in front of a store, the sign reads 'Retro Girl'

Sanda seemed to visibly perk up as they entered, looking around with interest. This was much more his style. They were still cute and feminine, but much more modest.

They were pretty. He began to flush again.

"Um- these seem more fitting, I think."

"Yay!!!" She smiles "I'm gonna choose some stuff for you to try on!! You can choose some stuff you think you'd like too!"

She darts off into the store grabbing a variety of dresses, tops, cardigans, for Sanda to choose from

Sanda gives a meek nod, looking around. He still feels remarkably out of place, even though this was his idea in the first place. He had never thought about the possibility of being pretty or cute. He wondered if people would stare if he started wearing these kinds of clothes.

He still wasn't really sure what he would say if people started asking questions.

He meandered between shelves, looking over everything. He had no idea what would actually look good on him, but...they looked nice on the mannequins, at least. Some of the fabrics felt pretty soft and comfortable. He chose to focus mainly on those aspects as he picked things up, draping them over his arm. When he had picked out a few things, he regrouped with Toga, keeping his head slightly ducked.

"These should be alright, I think."

"Ooo! Okay!" Toga hands him some of the clothes she picked for him

"Try these on too!" She ushers him to one of the dressing rooms

"Ah- Yes Toga-senpai."

He heads into the dressing room, shutting the door behind him and taking a deep breath. It was just trying on clothes. It would be fine. This was fine. He wasn't doing anything wrong, regardless of how nervous it made him feel.

What if he looked ridiculous though...?

He swallowed anxiously, looking through what he had brought into the room, hesitating for a bit before picking out the first outfit - a long white skirt with slim grey stripes running down the length, and a pale yellow blouse with a large white ribbon on the collar. He dressed himself without much fuss, leaving his bag aside.

Then, he turned to look at himself in the mirror.

He looked...different. His body was already fairly lithe, so the clothes fit just fine, better than they would on someone more muscular like Fuji. It occurred to him for a moment that he might even genuinely pass as a girl like this. Was that good...?

"Um-...okay, I'm dressed, should I show you?"

Toga nods, he can't see her nod, she realizes that.

"Yes!!"

She clasps her hands together excited

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself before stepping out of the dressing room, keeping his eyes down and nervously running his thumb over the knuckles of his clenched fist. He didn't dare look up, simply waiting to see how Toga would reply.

Toga freezes. She puts her hands over her face, which has now gone red. "Oh. My. God."

"If it's that bad, please let me know so I can change promptly. B-Be honest, preferably."

"YOU ARE SO CUTE!!!!!!!" heads turn, she doesn't notice. she squeels "Oh. My. God. This just fits you so well. Your are so adorable I-... I just need a moment" She turns away from him taking a breath.

He somehow manages to blush even harder, startling slightly at the sudden praise and quickly glancing away.

"R-Really...? You're not just saying that...?"

"No. Nononono, you are seriously so freakin' cute." She turns back around to face him "It just. It just fits you so well!"

Toga feigns wiping a single tear from her eye

"It's just so perfect...."

He looks down at the outfit timidly. It fits his body nicely enough, and it's comfortable, and Toga says it looks nice, so...maybe it would be fine to buy it...?

He turns slightly, letting the skirt swish with his movements.

He does feel kind of pretty, honestly. It's a strange feeling.

"Then-...should I buy it, or...?"

#Debate me coward.#whered you wander off to?!

Toga knocks politely, waiting quietly at the door. Her hair is down and she's wearing a white sundress with a pink cardigan. She fidgetsd with the strap of her bag. "Sanda?" You there?"

Himiko Toga - @himikoslov

Sanda opens the door moments later, dressed in his day clothes as opposed to his usual school uniform - a short-sleeve white button-down and black pants. Even his casual clothes look fairly formal.

"Toga-senpai. Thank you for coming by. Are you ready to go?"

She beams "Yep!!" She pulls her bag up as it slips down her shoulder. She stares at his outfit

"Do you have any other clothes...?" She peaks into his room "That outfits kindaaa formal for a lunch date. Lol!~"

He blinks in surprise, looking down at his clothes. Most of his wardrobe looked fairly similar to this.

"Are these not acceptable...? This is what I would normally wear for a Saturday out. Most of my clothes just look like this."

Her jaw drops "WHAT?!" She jumps "You need like... Fun clothes! For fun! This is so formal. So so so so formal!!"

He fidgets with his bag strap slightly, glancing aside. What a coincidence that she should mention that, given what he had contacted her for in the first place.

"That's-...actually relevant to what I wanted to discuss with you today," he started somewhat awkwardly, stepping out of his room and shutting the door behind him. "But we can cover that on the walk to lunch. Shall we go?"

"Oh?" She stares for a second, surprised this isn't about some buisness thing "Yeah sure!" She starts walking but then stops

"Where do you wanna go?"

"Anywhere is fine. We can go to the same place we visited last time, if you'd like," Sanda offered as they walked, pushing away the mental image of just how run-down that restaurant had looked from the outside.

Sanda stayed somewhat quiet as they proceeded, waiting until they were a bit further away from the school before speaking again.

"I...actually wanted to ask you about something unrelated to work. Something you have a bit more specialty in. You specifically."

"Oh?! Something for just me!? How exciting!!" She beams, not related to work and a specific question for her??? This feels like something friends do?

"What's up?"

Sanda opened his mouth to speak for a moment before promptly pausing and shutting it again, blushing slightly. How exactly was he supposed to broach this?

He clenched his bag strap tightly and swallowed. If he was just blunt about it, at least that would get it out of the way.

He stopped rather suddenly, giving a nervous exhale before speaking again.

"Toga-senpai!" he started, immediately giving her a full bow. "P-Please teach me how to dress like a cute girl!"

Toga opens her mouth but no sound comes out. She closes her mouth. There is a long silence.

She squeals "OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!" She jumps up and down putting her hands over her face, which has now flushed a bright shade of red

"T-Toga-senpai!" he flusters immediately, standing back up straight. "Please keep your voice down!"

Toga was the authority on all things cute. He knew that much about her. Fuji knew a fair amount about fashion, but only masculine fashion, and his style wasn't anything like Sanda's. He was all about expensive brands. That wasn't what Sanda was looking for.

He didn't have many other friends, and especially nobody he was close enough with to come to them with this issue. It had to be Toga. She was his coworker, at least, and she seemed to like him well enough.

"Oh my god." She whispers. "I. Would. Be honored." She squeals spinning around and stomping her feet.

He gives a small nod, face still extremely flushed. At least she seemed eager about the idea.

"Then-...if it's all the same to you, we don't have to get lunch. We could go to the mall, if you'd prefer."

"Yes." Toga pauses Yes." Toga stops moving. Her face stuck in a big smile.

"Let's go!" She changes course heading towards the mall as opposed to the burger joint.

He nods meekly, sticking by her side and following her as they switch courses.

"...I still want to be modest though. I'm willing to get some clothes that aren't strictly professional, but I really do want to maintain modesty. I don't want anything revealing."

Part of it was just a matter of dignity and professionalism, but additionally, his body felt much more stable under clothing. More exposed skin meant more places for his body to desolidify or spark. It made him uncomfortable.

"Of course!!! You can be modest and cute!" She twirls, showing off her out "My dress is long and I'm wearing a cardigan, barely any skin showing and still cute!" She smiles "You can be cute and modest! It's easy peasy!"

"Right, g-good. Then I'd like to do that."

He continues walking with her, still somewhat timid as they continue to discuss what he's look for. This is a side of himself he hasn't explored before outside of his own mind. Being so open about it with Toga still felt somewhat strange.

Finally, the two arrived at the mall, Sanda continuing to follow Toga's lead.

"Um- where should we start? I don't really know these types of stores."

"I loooooove this store!! C'mon!!"

She smiles, putting her hand out for him to grab

Sanda clutches his bag strap, keeping in step with her but not taking her hand.

"Er- I really shouldn't. It would be fairly painful."

"Oh!" Toga puts her hand down "Stay here for a sec, kay?" She doesn't wait for him to answer and quickly runs into a store

Toga makes her way out of the store after 5 minutes, a new bag in tow "Here!" She holds it out

Sanda blinks in confusion, taking the bag and peering inside. Within is a pair of neat, pale yellow wool gloves.

"Wh- Toga-senpai, that's incredibly generous, I can't possibly accept that, y-you really don't have to spend your own money on me. Please let me pay you back, at least."

"Eh?! No way! It's so we can hold hands!!" She thinks for a second "Think of it as something for me!" Toga smiles, holding her hand out once more

"I- well- I mean-...if you insist," he concedes, taking them out and putting them on. They look a little out of place in the summer weather, but they're comfortable, out at least.

Tentatively, he takes her hand, keeping his other hand on his bag strap. It still feels excessively awkward to him - he's not used to holding hands, or really touching people at all for that matter.

"Yayyy!" Toga leads the way into a store "I get some of my clothes here, but some of it can be a little pricey." The walls are lined with feminine clothing and accessories, including bags, dresses, and shoes, predominantly in a Lolita style.

"We can go somewhere else if this isn't really what you're thinking!"

He looks around, flushing slightly. This was definitely in the range of cutesy and girly. That much was clear. In terms of everyday wear though...it didn't exactly seem practical.

"This...might be a little much for me," he admitted. "I don't really want to stick out."

She nods "I see..." She thinks for a moment before leaving the store, practically dragging Sanda with her

"How bout' this one?" She stops in front of a store, the sign reads 'Retro Girl'

Sanda seemed to visibly perk up as they entered, looking around with interest. This was much more his style. They were still cute and feminine, but much more modest.

They were pretty. He began to flush again.

"Um- these seem more fitting, I think."

"Yay!!!" She smiles "I'm gonna choose some stuff for you to try on!! You can choose some stuff you think you'd like too!"

She darts off into the store grabbing a variety of dresses, tops, cardigans, for Sanda to choose from

Sanda gives a meek nod, looking around. He still feels remarkably out of place, even though this was his idea in the first place. He had never thought about the possibility of being pretty or cute. He wondered if people would stare if he started wearing these kinds of clothes.

He still wasn't really sure what he would say if people started asking questions.

He meandered between shelves, looking over everything. He had no idea what would actually look good on him, but...they looked nice on the mannequins, at least. Some of the fabrics felt pretty soft and comfortable. He chose to focus mainly on those aspects as he picked things up, draping them over his arm. When he had picked out a few things, he regrouped with Toga, keeping his head slightly ducked.

"These should be alright, I think."

"Ooo! Okay!" Toga hands him some of the clothes she picked for him

"Try these on too!" She ushers him to one of the dressing rooms

"Ah- Yes Toga-senpai."

He heads into the dressing room, shutting the door behind him and taking a deep breath. It was just trying on clothes. It would be fine. This was fine. He wasn't doing anything wrong, regardless of how nervous it made him feel.

What if he looked ridiculous though...?

He swallowed anxiously, looking through what he had brought into the room, hesitating for a bit before picking out the first outfit - a long white skirt with slim grey stripes running down the length, and a pale yellow blouse with a large white ribbon on the collar. He dressed himself without much fuss, leaving his bag aside.

Then, he turned to look at himself in the mirror.

He looked...different. His body was already fairly lithe, so the clothes fit just fine, better than they would on someone more muscular like Fuji. It occurred to him for a moment that he might even genuinely pass as a girl like this. Was that good...?

"Um-...okay, I'm dressed, should I show you?"

Toga nods, he can't see her nod, she realizes that.

"Yes!!"

She clasps her hands together excited

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself before stepping out of the dressing room, keeping his eyes down and nervously running his thumb over the knuckles of his clenched fist. He didn't dare look up, simply waiting to see how Toga would reply.

Toga freezes. She puts her hands over her face, which has now gone red. "Oh. My. God."

"If it's that bad, please let me know so I can change promptly. B-Be honest, preferably."

"YOU ARE SO CUTE!!!!!!!" heads turn, she doesn't notice. she squeels "Oh. My. God. This just fits you so well. Your are so adorable I-... I just need a moment" She turns away from him taking a breath.

He somehow manages to blush even harder, startling slightly at the sudden praise and quickly glancing away.

"R-Really...? You're not just saying that...?"

#Debate me coward.#whered you wander off to?!

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