The clan goes on a shopping trip. Suri gets help making the right dress and gives some relationship advice in return.
Getting the girls to agree to a shopping trip was the easy part.
Letting them know why they were having a shopping trip and how they had a credit card with basically unlimited funds was the hard part.
And Suri did not blame any of her polycule for the looks that she got when she told them to find something fancy because that's what the vampires wanted to see. They were getting a shopping trip so that the girls and Izuku and Tadashi could look fancy as fuck, but every one of them hated that it wasn't just to shop and get dolled up for each other. Tadashi was finding every reason he could to hate every possible suit and tux the girls shopped him out in. He was being a bigger pain in the ass than usual.
Izuku on the other hand…
Fuck was seeing him in a really nice fitting suit some grade A eye candy.
He'd taken one for the team, sucked it up and was the first one into the store. When they got to the mall and learned the real news and what the plan was, he simply nodded and made a beeline for one of the two tailor shops the complex had to offer. The girls were left in a stunned silence as he went in and decided on an outfit that blew his I-Island get up out of the water. Of course he refused to give up the red sneakers, none of them doubted he would, and the tailor fitted him up with something that both complemented his choice in footwear and his hair. And right now, the girls were salivating as they looked him over in his slim dark charcoal slacks that seemed to accentuate his toned legs. They were loose but not too baggy and slim enough that every time he stretched, flexed, or tested his mobility in case he had to use Full Cowling, they hugged the muscles in his thighs and calves. A matte black belt held those up around his waist which was currently hidden by a dark emerald green vest that matched his hair and hugged his torso fabulously, highlighting the fact that underneath the shy, dorky charm was the body of god. Disappearing into that vest was a slim necktie that was the same shade of red as his sneakers, helping to tie them into the outfit as a whole. The dark charcoal button down now had the sleeves rolled up, something he'd gotten very used to doing around the girls because he'd noted how much they enjoyed seeing his bare forearms. The dark grey helped to accentuate the green and red, making his hair and eyes seem brighter than usual to help with the contrast of the bright red of his shoes and tie.
The last piece of the suit was the jacket which was also a matching dark charcoal color but everyone, including Izuku guessed he'd probably either not need it or wear it at all. But because the jacket came as part of the suit package and thereby would save a little cost going onto the card, they'd decided to get it anyway.
And yes, Suri was nervous about the amount going onto the card. Not that it would even put an inkling of a dent onto what that card had on it, she just didn't feel right blowing a shit ton of Sebastien's money. The whole thing was odd. And it made no sense that her dad had the card in the first place unless Alpha was a lot closer to the vampire than he let on. They'd been business partners for years, sure, but you don't just give your business partner access to your entire fortune and then some.
A shiver ran through Suri's spine, she did not want to think about the implications of that statement. That was a subject to be left alone.
Tadashi went next after Izuku since he got to break the ice and help decide what motif they were all going to go with. He made it well known that he was uncomfortable as fuck getting dressed this fancy, especially for the intended audience. That said, the looks on the girls' faces when he came out made him a bit more comfortable because this audience was worth doing something he really didn't want to do. He may have taken an easy route by copying Izuku almost entirely, going with the same dark charcoal slacks and shirt and the same dark emerald vest. He modified his look by going with a black neck tie and a pair of black leather boots that clashed about as much as Izuku's sneakers did for him. He also made the decision that he'd be going home and dying his hair and cleanly shaving the sides of his head. Instead of his usual mohawk, he'd slick his jet black hair back into a ponytail which he'd grown out long enough to hang to his shoulders. The dye job would give him a wide, bright red streak through the middle of his hair giving him a red that matched Izuku's sneakers.
Seeing the guys in suits made one thing clear for Suri, Tooru, Mina, Ryuko, Aiko, Mai, and Yumei; their boyfriends looked fucking amazing dressed down like this. Mai was blunt as usual and put it as plain as day, leaving no minced words for what she thought.
"That's definitely going in the spank bank."
With the boys out of the way, next came time to decide what the hell the girls were going to wear and Suri was having a not so mild panic attack over it. She'd growled and snarled her way through the store, pulling out dress after dress - because of course it had to be a fucking dress. Her emotions came to a head when she'd tried on the tenth or so dress before she screamed her anxiety out in a fit of rage and chucked the garment hard back into the changing booth. She didn't even care that she was standing in the store topless and practically nude except for one single piece of fabric left on her.
"Fuck! Nothing feels right, nothing fits right, nothing- ugh!"
"Babes, take a deep breath, okay," Mina sighed, coming to gently rub the back of Suri's shoulder, trying her best to soothe her girlfriend. "You're overthinking this, that's all."
"You've looked lovely in everything you've put on," Aiko added, trying to help as well.
"I just… Fuck- I never thought something like this would happen," Suri growled, cupping herface tightly and pulling on her skin in a gesture of trying to work out the stress. "Not yet anyway."
"So, I know we're getting all fancy for this meeting or whatever," Tooru began contemplating, trying to be the voice of reason and air out Suri's line of thinking for everyone to hear. "So, like, who exactly are we getting dressed up for? Who are they exactly?"
"Sebastien. Aside from being the Master of Salt Lake City, he's one of the most powerful and influential vamps in the United States. He's also really old and exhaustingly flamboyant. Like," Suri sighed and grunted, rolling her eyes as she talked about the vampire. "You know those gay guys that are obsessed with fashion and if your fit is even a tiny bit off they do the whole oh honey and side eye you and maliciously judge you for the rest of eternity?"
The girls nodded while Izuku and Pazuzu furrowed their brows in confusion.
"Yeah, he's like that," Suri snorted. "And I mean for eternity. He's already over four hundred but probably a little less than six hundred."
"As in, like, four or six hundred years?" Yumei asked with shock.
"Yeah," Suri nodded. "Like he helped build Salt Lake from the ground up. He rolled into town not long after the Mormons settled in the valley and helped overhaul everything. If they had it their way, there'd be a church on every corner, instead there's clubs, bars, and a fuck ton of coffee."
Suri tried to imagine what it would look like if Sebastien's influence had never taken hold and the thought of a theocracy running everything made her shudder. It would have also been a lot less diverse than he'd help make it.
"Like, he personally helps revitalize the city all the time and tries to make it as clean and beautiful as possible. If a light bulb on a street light is out he snaps his finger and someone fixes it. And he's got this rivalry with the Master of Vegas so he's always trying to make downtown shine brighter and more elegant than-"
"What about your dress from the beauty contest?" Ryuko chimed in, blurting out the thought that instantly came to mind as Suri was describing the vampire's influence.
That made Suri freeze in thought. Would that win over the King of SLC? Would that make a good impression on him?
"You think so?" Suri asked quietly.
"Absolutely," Izuku answered with a grin. "And if he doesn't like it-"
"Then the guy's taste is dog shit," Pazuzu finished with a wide, toothy grin.
Suri looked the two men over in stunned silence for a brief moment before a wide smile grew across her lips. The smile brightened the room and her spirits as she flashed fangs and began chuckling softly. With that anxiety beginning to be pushed away into space, Suri sighed and let her shoulders slump from the release in tension.
"Okay. Yeah, I'll whip that out and knock 'em dead a second time," Suri grinned, her confidence returning in full force. And then, as she looked at her girlfriends and boyfriends she paused and her expression shifted again. It was a sad contemplative look. "But what about all of you?"
"Simple, love," Ryuko smiled and winked. "We simply build around you and the boys. How's that sound to you, ladies?"
All of the girls nodded and grinned, letting Suri know that they'd have this covered. She didn't need to stress anymore because what she was going to wear and what Izuku and Pazuzu were wearing was decided. Were the three of them really the hardest to dress?
"Well, in that case, girls," Suri chuckled and gave them all a smirk. "Go wild."
The girls had, in fact, gone wild.
They'd run with the motif of gold, green, red, and black which visually shouldn't have really worked but by the gods did they deliver. It was worked out that Mina and Aiko would be in matching dark emerald green midi summer dresses while Tooru and Mai would be in matching wine red colored maxi dresses, all of which had slits nearly to their hips. Ryuko and Chibi were going in black sleeveless patchwork style cocktail dresses that had gold damask from the waist up. Saito straight up refused a dress so she was going in a suit along with her boyfriends Koto and Hanegawa with all three of them wearing matching black vests and gold ties. Taiga decided on a black ankle length single shoulder evening dress that had a strip of gold silk that ran from the bottom of the dress, up along the hip high slit to her waist with a second strip creating the top hem of the dress and single shoulder strap.
Yumei ran into a bit of a predicament because nothing fit her without needing some custom tailoring but there was little to no time for it so Ryuko and Chibi offered to do the tailoring themselves and would burn the midnight oil to do so. She was told, with Suri's hesitant blessing, to pick out two dresses just in case and picked out the same midi summer dresses that Mina and Aiko had selected. She managed to grab the last emerald green and picked up a wine red that would match Tooru and Mai just in case the green fell through. Ryuko and Suri had also helped pick out a black corset and a black leather belt for her, which they decided would be used for parts in the modification.
And now there was a nearly six digit US dollar amount pending on Sebastien's card. That was making Suri nervous as hell because she was spending someone else's money. True that this was Sebastien and his account wouldn't feel a thing in how much they spent but more than that; it felt wrong because she didn't have that kind of relationship with the vampire.
She'd never wanted that sort of relationship.
The Frenchman had been around her entire life - one cause he was just fucking old - because he and her dad worked so closely together keeping the preternatural communities harmonized and keeping Salt Lake safe. She'd been in his clubs, been in the tunnels, saw a good portion of all of his inner workings and inner chambers. Hell she knew that if the whole hero career didn't pan out she could go to him for more options for work, namely his clubs or the fact that he owned the professional sports teams in the valley. He was a great contact to have because of his power and influence and she knew she'd work with him from time to time as a pro hero. Dad worked with him, Mathias worked with him, so naturally she'd work with him. But that was as a business partner or casual friend; not someone you just give a fortune to on a whim.
Her previous thought about how he was like a mafia godfather was starting to sound more and more accurate the more she thought about it.
But what else was she supposed to think about? Cause she definitely couldn't focus right now if she had to try and think of anything else.
"Suri, you gotta relax or this seam is gonna be way too tight."
"You also need to relax so that I can be sure to produce the necessary materials."
Easier said than done.
Still Suri tried her best to relax in this situation.
The situation was that she was in Chibi's room, trying to stand still as possible in her black and gold evening dress that she'd taken third place in the beauty pageant with. Sure she could admire the way that the dress still hugged her curves perfectly and could very well admit that she looked gorgeous. She enjoyed seeing herself like this inside of Chibi's giant wall height mirror because it helped her to see what her polycule saw.
But she could also see how badly she was blushing.
Blushing because looking down to her arms on either side meant she'd be staring into two giant pairs of cleavage. There was no surprise when it came to how busty Momo was and she had it on full display right now. Her chest was dangerously close to swallowing Suri's left arm whole as she meticulously measured and pinned the material she'd created along the beast girl's arm. She needed the arm loose so that she could flex and bend it at will to make sure the kevlar style fabric had the same flow and consistency as silk. She'd done a pretty good job at it too and now they had a polymer fabric that would stop a blade or a bullet but was as light as silk and mesh.
She'd opted for the extra protection just in case anything happened and swapped these for the mesh sleeves she'd worn for the pageant. She also made sure to knock on wood lest the gods be spiteful and throw some bullshit her way. Angrboda wouldn't do that would she? Maybe. Azunaihara definitely would though so she crossed her fingers that the warrior goddesses would keep each other in check. Hopefully.
Meanwhile, Suri's right forearm was being swallowed whole. Part of her thought Chibi might be doing it on purpose to see how far she could push the beast girl and tease the ever living hell out of her. Another part said that Chibi was just working hard at stitching and sewing the right sleeve and it just so happened that the shortstack was literally shoving Suri's arm down her shirt. What was not helping was the fact that, like Momo, she wasn't wearing a bra either.
Though in Momo's case it was cause she was in her comfy night time clothes and would be retiring to bed with Kyoka once she was finished here. Momo almost swallowing Suri's arm probably never even registered as possibly lewd, she was just focused on a task. Chibi however was a different story and probably damn well knew the effect she was having. It was registering as lewd and she was probably enjoying it. It would be something to rub in her boyfriend's face.
Oh joy, cause she needed that.
At least Mineta had been relatively well behaved ever since he and Chibi got together. And they made a decently cute couple since they were around the same height with her just being a little bit taller. With Chibi's build, it meant that Mineta got the curves and bust of Momo that he'd obsessed over but in a package that wasn't a literal skyscraper he had to climb.
"Ryu, are you sure about this?"
Thank gods for a distraction.
Yumei and Ryuko were next to Suri, Chibi, and Momo, with the head witch being the one to help sew and modify the dress the snake girl would be wearing. And boy was she having fun with being the one to dress the snake up. For one, when would you ever get the chance to sew something unique for a daunting special occasion for a naga? Practically never. Two, that naga happened to be one of your girlfriends and you're a proud self proclaimed nymphomaniac, why wouldn't you tease the hell out of her? Enough said.
"Don't worry, love. You're gonna look fantastic," Ryuko purred sweetly as she moved the cowl of the dress. She was pinning it to the bottom hem of the corset that she'd been modifying so that the dress still kept the asymmetrical flow but crafted in such a way that Yumei could take it on and off herself with ease. Once pinned, Ryuko moved her hands up towards the top of the corset and tested her modification, completely exposing the front of Yumei to Ryuko alone. "Oh yeah, that'll do nicely."
"Ryu!" Yumei whined, quickly grasping at her dress and closing it.
"Oh come now, it's nothing me and Suri haven't seen already. And we do really really enjoy seeing it," Ryuko teased, slithering herself closer to Yumie and quickly pecking the end of her snout and grinning from ear to ear.
"Yeah! But… I don't think," Yumei stammered before her eyes nervously darted from Chibi, to Momo, and then to Kyoka who'd been sitting on Chibi's bed this entire time happily just listening to her music player. Then she looked down at herself and Ryuko in front of her, the soft grumble said it all.
"If you say it's cause your tits aren't big enough, I'mma kick your ass," Suri rolled her eyes and chuckled before turning her head to give a wide grin to the snake girl. The grin only grew wider when Yumei got flustered, stuttered more than she could speak clearly before giving up and puffing her cheeks in defiance. "I mean hell, I'm outmatched over here too, ya know."
"Oh I hardly doubt that that's the case," Momo graciously denied as she shook her head, her cheeks brightening a little from the accusation.
"Yo, Kyo, who's bigger, me or Momo?" Suri spoke up louder, watching the purplette in the big mirror as she jumped from the sudden call of her name. Then came the amusing time of watching Jirou try her best not to play favorites but of course, there was only one right answer.
"Momo, for sure," Jirou eventually admitted with a chuckle and neither she nor Momo could hide their intensifying blushes. "You're a close second though, if we're going by our class."
"My, my, my, Kyo. Keeping tabs on all the girls in our class, huh? I didn't think you'd be the kind of girl to rank the other girls around her," Suri chuckled, giving Jirou a playful wink.
"Yeah well…"
"Oh no, what happened?" Ryuko sighed and dipped her head around Yumei to look Jirou in the eyes and watch the girl fidget nervously on the bed. She was acting like she'd said something that wasn't supposed to have seen the light of day.
"I'm afraid," Momo sighed, her shoulders slumping as she let out a long breath full of stress. "I'm afraid our tryst with Denki and Shoto aren't going as well as one would hope. There's been quite a few… difficulties."
"That's an understatement," Kyoka replied with a bitter choked laugh that she instantly swallowed back because she hadn't meant to blurt it out.
"Kyoka…"
"Sorry. I didn't mean," she waved her hands defensively. That lasted for a second or two before she stopped and tried scooting herself off the bed, she was going to head for the door. "I should just go. I shouldn't-"
"Kyoka. Darling."
The purplette froze in an instant and Suri watched the full body shiver run its way up her spine as she stood in place with her cheeks on fire. Or was that what Suri was feeling? Because the way darling had rolled off her tongue had come with a snap that bit down on you. Not a vicious snap like from a whip or something like a belt that made your skin burn because it was anticipating an absolute beating. No, it was the snap that usually came from the sound of something like a flogger with the kind of bite that sent shivers down your spine and you can't tell the difference between the heat of your skin and the heat in your core. And if that wasn't enough, the look on Momo's face was because even though she was now standing and her hands still idly worked on Suri's sleeve, the stern danger inside her eyes was… Well, it was something else.
Without a word, Kyoka nodded softly and returned to the bed though now, instead of sitting, she was resting on her knees. Her eyes were forward, back straightened, and her hands were on her knees like she was waiting. There was now a steady patience instead of the fear and worry from a minute ago. Then Suri realized it; Kyoka was in the lotus position.
"Wow. Anyone else almost get voice dommed by Dommy Mommy over here?" Ryuku giggled softly, helping alleviate the tension in the room. She took a deep breath and let out a shuddering whoot sound before she tried refocusing on finishing Yumei's dress.
"Please don't call me that," Momo whined and sighed, closing her eyes as she cringed from hearing the nickname. It made it known that it wasn't the first time she'd heard it but it hadn't been endearing to her at all. "It's embarrassing."
"Only cause of the jackass," Kyoka growled under her breath, looking away from everyone.
"Okay, hold up. What's going on?" Suri furrowed her brow, looking back and forth between Kyoka and Momo.
"We… Ugh!"
"As you know. a couple months ago, Kyoka and I expressed the desire to possibly allow Denki and Shoto in," Momo sighed and took the responsibility of explaining what was going on between the two of them. "We'd expressed similar… desires… in the two of them and we asked for your advice."
"I remember," Suri nodded.
"It took quite a few discussions but eventually the two of them agreed to go on a date with us. The date was awkward enough but not without its merits so we agreed upon a second date, and then offered to date separately in one on one affairs after that. Those affairs did take on a… passionate turn of events," Momo continued, trying her best to get through any feelings of embarrassment. "And truthfully… some were better than others."
"Shoto opened up to us so I try not to hold his baggage against him," Kyoka grumbled, still looking away and beginning to fidget nervously. "Momo coached him through his first time and I tried to do the same but… it was harder than when I was teaching everyone our song for the school festival and a hundred times more awkward."
"I don't doubt that," Suri nodded, letting everything process in her mind. "I mean, you're going from a lot of experience that you two built together. I mean, you're making that much super obvious right now."
"Such a good girl," Ryuko teased with a sly grin, making Kyoka shiver and whine loudly as she fought any urges or responses to those two simple words.
"Anyway! I mean, I don't blame you for having a bad experience if that was the case and I'm sure he'll improve eventually. He just… Shoto needs experience all the way around," Suri sighed and furrowed her brow further. They'd all learned what kind of homelife he had, especially after what they'd heard from Izuku about what having dinner with his family had been like. And how, even after his brother had been saved there was so much resentment towards Endeavor. It all began making sense as to why Shoto was such a jerk in the beginning. "He's come a helluva long way since we all first met him, just… Shit I don't know that he even knew what emotions were, outside of anger maybe, before us."
"That is a very true statement," Momo agreed with a nod. "He did have a moment or two and, if we're being completely honest, he… doesn't feel unpleasant."
Suri, Chibi, Ryuko, and Yumei nodded, knowing what Momo had meant with that comment and then all seemed to move their attention towards Kyoka. She noticed and realized they were expecting something and then it hit her what they were expecting. Was that really the kind of tea she should spill? Momo had. Sort of. So maybe…
"Y-Yeah. Um. H-He uh feels," Kyoka was having a hard time looking at anyone and she was becoming a stuttering mess. Finally her eyes rolled up to find Momo and something about the way the two of them looked at each other calmed the purplette down. She let out a deep sigh and groaned before she cleared her throat and finally gave a straight answer to the question hanging in the air. "Yeah, he feels nice. And yes, he had a moment or two but… Ugh! Okay, okay, he kept stopping and blue balled the hell out of Momo and I."
Suri blinked slowly as she took the time to register what Jirou had blurted out. Then she herself sighed and grumbled a little, knowing she hated that same feeling as well. To Jirou's comfort it seemed like all of the girls had experienced the same instance of having their partner stop right when they were on the verge and not finishing the job.
"He… got scared," Momo clarified, her lips pursing. "The two of us both had wonderful moments, Kyoka and I, and in both instances we were finding a very nice rhythm with Shoto but the two of us are… expressive. Kyoka especially."
Jirou flinched and whined as she quickly grabbed a pillow next to her and buried her face in it. She screamed Momo's name in embarrassment, letting the plush fabric muffle her as much as it would. It didn't help that Suri and Ryuko began giggling.
"Girl, same," Suri chuckled. Then she eyed Yumei who saw what was coming and began shaking her head as her scales began flooding with a pink full body blush. "I don't think any of us are quiet, ain't that right YuYu?"
"Suri!"
Yumei whined and groaned in frustration with her girlfriend's teasing. But when she looked back to see Kyoka, she noticed that her being embarrassed seemed to help calm the other girl down. If only a little.
"It's not like you can blame me. He's, like, wow," the snake girl countered. "But, like, I went from struggling to feel any sort of confidence in myself and no one being attracted to me to…more attention than I can handle some days."
"Denki is that way," Jirou quietly confessed. "Like, the idiot won't shut up sometimes and it gets too much for me to handle. And then with the way he looks at Momo…. I just…"
"Don't feel like you can compare or compete," Yumei answered for the girl, knowing she'd felt the same way. She let out a deep breath and then gave a quick look to Ryuko, not seeking approval, but hoping for some understanding. "Like, Tadashi. He, like, doesn't shut up about the other girls and I watch the way everyone looks at each other. How they look at Suri. And… I dunno. Like, I don't always feel like I measure up and then… well… Izuku happens."
"I never thought Broccoli Head had it in him," Kyoka snorted and began chuckling with a bright smile. "I mean he's cool, if not pretty dorky, and he's really sweet but trying to imagine him banging all of you is," she let her sentence hang as she shrugged with a gentle smirk.
"Oh you have no idea," Suri snickered. "But we kinda threw him in the deep end and told him to sink or swim. Gods he was nervous that first time and I still have no idea what Dante told him to get him to pull the trigger but, whatever it was, it got him to take a chance."
"Then you add in the fact about how much he studies and takes notes," Ryuko chuckled with a wide grin thinking of their shared boyfriend. "Honest to the gods I wouldn't be surprised if he had one of those notebooks he carries around for just us."
"He does," Yumei answered. She was turned away so she wasn't facing anyone but her scales and the way her blushing had deepened betrayed her. "I umm… He's made notes on what each of us like and dislike. He uh… wrote a few notes down while he thought I was sleeping after we umm well…"
Yumei muttered something under her breath, not wanting to say anything out loud. What she forgot was that she was in a room with a lycanthrope and someone who's Quirk made her hear practically everything.
"You what? How?!"
Kyoka screeched. Her eyes were running up and down the snake girl's form and trying to compute what she swore she couldn't have heard. Because there was no way that was physically possible, right?
"I'm afraid I don't follow," Momo asked innocently. "What did she say, Kyoka?"
"Are you serious? Izu seriously took notes on how to fuck you doggy style?" Suri snorted and began laughing. Of course she'd heard that the two of them had managed the task despite Yumei not having legs which should have rendered the position physically impossible.
"Y-Yes," Yumei groaned, hating Suri right now for saying everything out loud. "He was having one of those episodes where he, like, mutters a bunch. I didn't catch everything but he was focused on remembering how to angle me and coil my lower body so it didn't hurt my back."
"Angle and coil you?" Momo and Kyoka asked in unison. They were far too curious for their own good but Yumei had walked them to curiosity's front door.
"So, like, I don't have legs," Yumei motioned to herself, pointing out the obvious. "And everyone says I have a nice butt even though I don't, like, actually have one."
Yumei turned her body and reached down to pull up the dress that Ryuko had been working on to expose her backside. The motion startled Momo and Kyoka at first but then they realized that there was nothing actually there to deem indecent.
"Other than my skull, from the neck to my knees I have the same skeletal structure as all of you. I just, like, have a larger hip bone. It gives me an ass but it's basically fake," Yumei continued moving her hands from her rear to her thighs. "I have two femurs but they, like, fuse at the knee. Then the rest of my body is vertebrae other than my cloaca and true tail," she finished, pointing to the last foot or so of her body.
"Interesting, so your body is a similar fusion of animal and human biology much the same way Tsu is," Momo pondered out loud. The confirmation was confirmed by Yumei nodding her head in response and a soft, curious silence fell into the room.
"So I know it's really weird to ask but… How?" Kyoka asked, breaking the silence and still feeling really awkward about the question. But it was like a car wreck, you couldn't look away and you had to know what happened.
"I um… I'm really fascinated by shibari and rope art. I think it's really beautiful," Yumei prefaced, getting her nerves out of the way and bit the bullet. "And, well, like, we were talking on the way home from our date at the karaoke lounge about hobbies and stuff. I mentioned, he didn't know what it was so… I showed him some pictures."
"So you showed him softcore porn?" Kyoka giggled a little. "How did that go over?"
"Oh he got so red," the snake girl giggled in response. "But when we got to his room and everything started happening my body gave him some difficulties. We were trying different things but with how wide my hips are I… was hurting him. And I felt like I was ruining everything and then he asked to see my phone. I thought he was calling Suri, Mina, and Tooru to tell them it wasn't working but he pulled out the shibari pics and put me in a suspended scorpion. Instead of ropes, he used my snake half as the support and anchor."
The room fell silent once again. For Yumei she was mentally reliving that night with Izuku and there was no stopping how happy and giddy it made her feel. Her mind ignored everyone else in the room and her scales flooded with a soft pink color as the vision of Izuku became the only thing in the world. Suri, Ryuko, and Chibi were smiling, shaking their heads as the snake girl swooned over the greenette. Momo and Kyoka had their mouths left agape and eyes wide as the picture was painted for them about how the resident green haired cinnamon roll had claimed the snake girl. It was an image that they never meant to be etched into their minds but there it was and they weren't getting it out.
"Anyway," Suri chuckled and cleared her throat. "We need to get these things finished cause we're running out of time really fast. But to see if I can help you two… I think you need to talk to Denki. Be open with him Kyo that you want to know that he sees you like Momo. You and Momo are equals and that's that."
"Okay," Kyoka nodded, taking a deep breath. "Yeah, I can do that."
"And with Shoto," Suri started again, paused, and thought hard about how to help him. "I know it sucks to have to coach him and talk him through everything but… I think as he figures out his emotions and how to express them he'll get better. Help him understand that he doesn't need to be scared and that your bodies are just responding to what he's doing. And that response he's getting is the goal that you and him are aiming for."
Momo and Kyoka began nodding slowly. Really letting Suri's word sink in and help them regain the desire to want to help Shoto develop more and maybe, just maybe, he'd be someone that could be open and expressive. They'd work to make his stoicism an endearing personality trait and not just his entire personality.
Then Ryuko happened.
"Worse comes to worse, you could have him come watch Izuku and I," she grinned with a devilish glint in her eye. "I wouldn't mind putting on an interactive lesson for Todoroki."
"Ugh! No, don't give Shoto any ideas like that. Especially when it comes to Midoriya cause he might actually go for it," Kyoka protested, shaking her head and waving her hands frantically. She didn't notice that Momo didn't exactly say no to the prospect. Maybe it was the heiress she needed to be more worried about with getting crazy ideas.
At least that would be tonight's craziest idea.
Right?
