A/N: I can imagine this story taking place taking before the meteor incident. Last chapter takes place before Ayano joined the Hero Association. Also Kizana uses French and Latin words sometimes. XD

"Hey, Yan-chan…"

"Hmm?" Ayano glanced at Midori, who was twitching excitedly. They were standing in the school halls, after school during cleaning time.

"You should create a unique hero costume!" Midori exclaimed. She gasped. "No, wait! You can be like Miyuki and become a magical girl!"

"I'm sorry, but I do not like that idea," Ayano replied. "Being a magical girl would take a lot of effort."

"Aww," Midori frowned. "Well, at least get a unique hero costume! You can't just use your school uniform!"

Ayano had to admit, she had put some thought into making a unique hero costume. But none of her ideas never came out well. She struggled with being creative, due to obvious reasons. Logic was the forefront of her thoughts.

"What's wrong with my uniform?" she asked.

"It's so boring," Midori replied. "If you wanna be in Class G, you're gonna need a cool outfit!"

"Class G does not exist, Midori," Ayano said.

"Yes it does!" Midori argued. "It's the strongest class of all!"

Ayano knew there was no getting through to her, so she didn't bother arguing.

"Excuse me," a voice said, "were you talking about… hero costumes?"

Ayano and Midori turned to face a young woman with light purple hair in drill pigtails, a rose sitting on one of those pigtails. She had violet eyes and a kind smile.

Ayano remembered her face from around the school. Her name was Kokona Haruka.

"We were!" Midori replied, gasping. "How did you know?"

"I overhead you," Kokona said. She blushed. "I-I wasn't eavesdropping, I promise! I just… was passing by. And, um, if you need help with designing a hero costume, then I know someone who can help you!"

"Who?" Ayano asked.

"Ha! Me, help a boring nobody like you? Nonnonon! Not in a million years!"

Ayano, Midori, and Kokona were standing before Kizana Sunobu, leader of the Drama Club. The president had her arms folded and was scoffing at the ceiling.

"Please, President?" Kokona asked. "Ayano could really use the help! No one else knows how to make a unique style like you!"

"Oui! That's true," Kizana agreed. "When it comes to being a hero, your costume and style are just as important as saving lives! How are you supposed to stick out if you look generic? If I were a hero, I'd be the most beautiful hero of all. Far more beautiful than Goddess!"

"Wow!" Midori cried. "You might even be worthy of Class G!"

"Class… G?" Kizana asked, giving Midori an odd look.

"I would really appreciate the help," Ayano commented, in a sweet and polite tone. "You seem to know a lot about costumes, and you're very pretty. I'd owe a debt to you if you helped me."

"Is that so?" Kizana asked. She scoffed. "Merci! Very well then, Ayano Aishi! I will take you to my favourite store, and we will put together a costume!"

The girls arrived at a fancy-looking clothes shop, at the end of City Z Suburbia. Ayano recognised a lot of big brands displayed on the front windows, most of which had large price-tags attached. Sweet Mask's latest hit boomed through the subwoofers as the girls entered the glamorous store. Everywhere they looked there were clothes of all different colours, shapes, and variety.

Kizana frolicked up to one of the employees. By their interactions, it was clear that they knew each other. Kizana eagerly led the other girls into a shiny door at the back of the store, which took them to a large room with a cat-walk. The cat-walk was pink and gold with subwoofers by the foot of it. Chairs were seated at the front, while a change-room covered in red curtains was at the back.

"Whoa!" Midori gasped. "Why does this store have a catwalk?"

"Because this is no ordinary clothes shop, le crétin," Kizana answered. "This is where real Class A heroes go to buy their costumes! I'm a VIP member in their fashion club!"

"Whooooaaaaa," Midori's eyes were wide.

"So cool," Kokona agreed.

"Where are the costumes?" Ayano asked.

"We have to figure out your style first, la fille," Kizana scoffed. "Obviously! Tell me, Aishi-san. What is your style?"

Ayano shrugged. "Plain."

"Nonnon," Kizana waved her hands. "I mean, your style. Are you heroic? A sleuth? Spiteful?"

Ayano didn't know what to say to that. "I've always been a normal student."

Kizana groaned. "You know what? I'll just give you some costumes to try on and we'll figure out your style that way."

A few minutes later, Ayano was sitting in the change-room with a pile of outfits in front of her.

"Kokona, put the music on!" Kizana ordered.

"Yes, President!" Kokona replied, hastily. A few seconds later, Sweet Mask's album began booming through the subwoofers.

"Aw man!" Midori grumbled. "Why can't you play the Miyuki OST?"

Ayano slipped on the outfit on top of the pile. She walked out onto the cat-walk. The three girls were sitting on the chairs by the end.

"Put some flaunt into it!" Kizana told her, with scrutiny. "Belle! Swing your hips!"

Ayano moved her hips from side to side. She was wearing a glittery cape and dress, black tights, and a huge feathery mask.

"Hmm…" Kizana shook her head. "Nononon. Way too over the top. You look like you've just walked out of Carnevale! Next!"

Ayano walked off and returned a few minutes later, sporting a tank top and jean shorts.

"Well, unless you're planning to join the Tank Top Army, I don't think so," Kizana said. "Next!"

Ayano returned wearing a tuck suit and a gun for some reason.

"What are you, a Hitman?" Kizana asked. "Affreuse! Next!"

Ayano came back wearing a blue hoodie, black shorts, and a familiar tune playing in the background.

"I feel like we're gonna have a bad time…" Kokona muttered.

Kizana rolled her eyes. "Next!"

Ayano showed up dressed as an ice fairy. Somehow, she was breaking physics by flying.

"Oh no, too cold," Kizana waved her hand. "Next!"

Ayano came back with a leather jacket, jeans, and a pair of sunglasses.

"More sass!" Kizana ordered. "La mode! Act like you don't care!"

I don't, Ayano thought, but complied anyway.

"Hmm, nonon, the biker chick look doesn't work," Kizana commented. "Next!"

Ayano returned with a very… revealing outfit. Midori's nose exploded.

"Répugnante! Too much!" Kizana covered her eyes. "Get that thing out of here!"

Ayano came back wearing an outfit identical to Saitama's.

"I have a feeling that would work better if you were bald," Kizana commented. "Whatever. Next!"

Ayano returned with pink pig-tails and a grey uniform.

"I'd… rather not get Ebola," Kizana snorted. "Next…"

Ayano's next outfit was a black berserker costume.

"Oh, goodness," Kizana shielded her eyes. "Nononon! Too much edginess! Next!"

Ayano's next outfit was…

"Oh my God!" Midori exclaimed. "Yay! You look just like Miyuki, Yan-chan!"

"That's because she's cosplayed as her…" Kokona muttered.

Kizana face-palmed. "Next."

Ayano spent the next two hours dressing in all kinds of costumes, only for Kizana to shout 'more sass!' and then 'next!' The girl was impossible to please. That, or nothing really suited Ayano at all.

"Next!" Kizana shouted, as Ayano stared down at her maid costume. Midori had fallen asleep, while Kokona was staring at her phone with boredom.

"I've been through all the costumes," Ayano told Kizana.

Kizana frowned. "Really…? Oh mon Dieu... then… well, go and get back into your uniform."

Ayano did. She stared down at Kizana, her eyes emotionless.

"Quit your staring," Kizana told her. "God, your eyes are so… wait a second!"

"What is it?" Ayano asked.

Kizana gasped. "I… can't believe it! Volia! Average is your style!"

"Huh?" Midori woke up. "Did someone say Miyuki?"

"Average?" Kokona turned to Kizana. "What do you mean by that, President?"

"I mean average is her style," Kizana said. "Being a boring, ordinary-looking student… out of everything I've seen so far, that plain uniform and blank expression… it suits her perfectly. Stupéfiant! She's the most average and unenthusiastic person I've ever met. It works so well!"

"Aww," Midori frowned. "No Miyuki."

"Ayano Aishi!" Kizana stood up, and pointed at the girl in question. "Do you hear me? Average is your style! So you go out there and be a basic high school girl, oui? Bore me to tears while you save lives!"

Ayano said nothing.

"I know, I was super helpful," Kizana grinned. "Merci! No need to thank me! I'm glamorous enough. Perhaps, though, you would consider joining my club?"

Ayano kept her blank slate. "No thank you. I will be going home now."

"You've got the boring act down pat," Kizana applauded her. "Incredible!"

As Ayano got off the stage, Kizana was left in her thoughts.

Actually, Aishi-san looked terrific in all of those outfits, she thought. I've never seen someone who can adopt a style so quickly… she has the potential to be a great actress. But I will not let her take my spotlight!

"Miyuki!" Midori cheered. "Miyuki!"

Why did I let Gurin come along, Kizana thought, annoyed.

"You're really amazing, President," Kokona told her. "You're so smart!"

"I know, why wouldn't I be?" Kizana scoffed. "Volia! Now come on, let's go to my favourite restaurant!"