Hey, readers! Before reading this, this story will be an AU. Shouto and Pro Hero, Miruko (Rumi) are relatives. This will be a genderbending (crossdressing) story between OOC Nemuri x OOC Izuku. Enjoy!
Shouto was sitting on the bench at Valkyrie's Clothing Boutique. His cousin Rumi was visiting from Okinawa and it was never a dull moment with his hyperactive, happy-go-lucky cousin. He sat at the front of the dressing room, waiting for his cousin to finish getting dressed. Being her companion and chauffeur, he waited for neck and foot for the gyaru teen to get the items she needed. Once again, it was never a dull moment with his cousin.
The curtains were drawn, coming out his cousin wearing a neon-colored two-piece bikini. The mouths of men and women alike, staring onto Rumi's direction. She smiled under the overhead lights, twirling in circles, modeling to display Shouto her latest outfit. She was looking for beachwear to bring with her back home for the summer. If it became warm enough, she told her cousin, she wouldn't mind wearing it to Lake Ogawa.
The twirling stopped, swaying her hips to the stunned sixteen-year-old. "Do you like it, sweetie?"
His mouth mumbled before his brain intercepted any of her messages. "Yeah, it looks nice. It looks very…"
"Kawaii," she interjected. She moved forward, displaying her stomach in front of his sight. "You don't think it is too tight. Don't you?" She peered closer, making the neck of his hair stand. The curse of being attractive to his cousin.
"No," he said. "It isn't tight. It is a perfect fit."
She smiled, her face became flushed from the well-received compliment of her cousin. She ran to embrace him. "Thanks, sweetie. You are so sweet as always." She continued with a kiss. He felt the alluring eyes of the strangers. He had even felt the eyes of the jealous ones as well. She gave him another kiss to the forehead and made her way back to the dressing room. She left him with a lingering fragrance, her curvaceous body, and a budding erection in his pants. He made a mental note to relieve his stress in the shower tonight after his parents were going on their date in the city.
Today's venture to the mall would have been easier if his best friend/wingman Izuku was with him. He had tried calling his phone several times but did not receive any answer. That was very aberrant for the emerald-haired teen. Under any circumstances, Izuku would answer the phone, including emergencies.
He would have called his parents, but he didn't have any of their numbers. He knew that Katsuki was out of town for the weekend with his parents. Ochako was working. Kyoka and Mina hitchhiked to a nearby town for a concert. Unfortunately, Izuku told him that Momo was going out of town with Tenya. He believed that it was a weekend excursion for Future Business Leaders of Japan. The nerve of thinking of the wannabe Casanova geek putting his dirty hands on his black-haired, golden-skinned goddess. He cursed Hades for this and prayed for a horrible trip, more for the sake of Tenya. It was hypocritical to the young teen that his feelings for Momo coincided with his feelings for his cousin.
Unlike his feelings for Rumi, Momo was legitimate and without sin.
He attempted to call Izuku again until something caught his attention at the entrance of the store. He narrowed his eyes. He saw a girl entering the store. She was pretty. Her emerald-colored hair shined in the light. She was wearing a red sundress. She had a very soft face. She had the look of innocence. She appeared timid, nervous. She kept rubbing her arm like she had no clue of being in a clothing store. Before he could question if the emerald-haired girl was alone, another person appeared. It was a young gentleman. He was sporting a blue polo shirt and khaki slacks. His hair was blue and went down to his shoulders. He put his grip around the girl's shoulder as if to assure comfort.
"Welcome to Valkyrie's." Shouto darted to the cashier. The blue-haired gentleman gave a slight nod of affirmation, grabbing the emerald-haired girl's hand as they proceeded to walk into the store. Shouto couldn't help but stare at the timid girl.
"Thank you." Shouto watched the girl spoke for the first time. She had a lovely voice, a dulcet voice that gave him thought of edible, savory chocolate. Her company, which he presumed was her boyfriend, assisted her to the aisle.
They stopped at the young women's section. He kept his hands at in his pocket, taking glances. He reached out his cell phone and were dialing some numbers. The girl remained timid, flinching from time-to-time. Her face was beet red, reminding Shouto of a tomato. Her soft lips quivered. She appeared spooked, but her nervousness displayed her beauty in its purest form.
Rumi stepped out of the dressing room. This time she was wearing a one-piece swimsuit. It was blue, tight-fitted, and gave him an image of a schoolgirl in a junior high P.E. class.
She dropped her voice. "What do you think again, cuzzo," she purred. "Does this outfit remind you of my school days?"
Shouto was partially distracted from the beauty from the other side. Rumi noticed the distraction as she turned to the source of his distraction.
"Whoa," cried Rumi as she whistled. "That emerald-haired girl is a beauty. No wonder you are distracted." She then pointed her eyes to the gentleman. "Now, the gentleman over there." She purred before whistling once more. "Now, that is a hottie!"
Knowing that her lovable, but distracted cousin wasn't responding to any of her comments, she deployed of tactic that always got his attention. She stretched her and sat on his lap. Her body weight plus her perfume was enough to return his attention to the jealous, pouting gyaru.
"I hope that lovely, sexy mink isn't prettier than little ole me," she said circling her arms around his neck.
"No. Of course, not," he answered. "It is just that that beauty reminds me of someone." He added. "Plus, lovely? Yes! Sexy? More of a beautiful damsel, at least in my opinion."
She blew into her hair. "Whatever floats your boat, my dear Shouto." She trailed her fingers to his neck, still keeping her position on his lap. "What does that beauty remind you of, may I ask?"
He knew his answer but wasn't ready to respond. I didn't think such a beautiful damsel can remind me so much of my best friend. I didn't think that can be. God, I am hoping that I am not feeling any strange vibes going on. No disrespect, but the girl looks like Izuku, but in a feminine form.
He closed his eyes to allow the thought to sink in. Rumi blew into his ear. His thoughts were concluded.
A moment later, the duo saw the couple coming into their direction. They both saw the emerald-haired girl silently displaying her dress to the attendant. The attendant gave her a key and they both saw her enter the dressing room. Not once did the emerald-haired girl look at them.
Meanwhile, the gentleman gave them a stare. They quickly looked into each other's eyes. The gentleman shrugged his shoulders. He sat next to them, still dialing on his cell phone.
There was a pregnant silence, with the exception of the music playing in the foreground. Shouto kept his eye on the dressing room. Whereas, Rumi broke the silence. "Hey, sweetie," she said. The gentleman stopped looking at his phone, staring into their direction. "I must say you are one handsome beast. And I can say quite the same for your lady friend. She is very pretty."
The blue-haired gentleman swayed through his hair, displaying his firmness as well as his shining eyes. "Thank you." Rumi's eyes widened as the voice was soft, slightly rough and feminine.
"I like taking care of myself. It helps me to keep going in life." The gentleman stared into the dressing room. "I like taking care of my girl. She deserves the best. I have no problems in giving her what she needs."
Rumi nodded her head. "My name is Rumi." She poked her finger into Shouto's ear to get his attention.
"This sweetie is my cousin, Shouto. But, he is also my sweetheart." She winked at the gentleman.
"Fetching," answered the gentleman. "My name is Neo." He extended his hands to the gyaru. She smiled when he kissed her hand. "You have quite a sweet fragrance on you. Such a pleasant honeydew scent."
"You have noticed. Thank you," answered Rumi excitedly.
"It is my job to know what women want," he said while winking. "Their taste is my pleasure."
Shouto felt a tinge of jealousy. Was this man attempting to make moves on his cousin? Although he wanted to say a few words, she put her hands on his thigh. Her eyes displayed what he wanted to do. She squeezed it, relaxing the young teen. The gentleman known as Neo covered his mouth.
"I hope I didn't manage to hit a sore spot," said the gentleman. "I am no way, shape, or form want to snatch away another heart." He stared into the dressing room, withdrawing a smile. "For my damsel lies within between those curtains." He chuckled.
"What is the name of this damsel," questioned Rumi.
He grinned. "Sorry about my rudeness. I can't but to smile and laugh. For you see, you can say I really care for her. Her name is Linka."
"Linka," retorted Shouto while scratching his head. "The name is Hungarian. I took a few classes in the language." Rumi aided in the itching of his head. "Thank you, Rumi. Anyway, doesn't it mean mannish?"
"Quite correct, her name means mannish," answered Neo. He leaned toward Shouto, staring onto his glowing eyes. "She is nowhere mannish. She is quite fickle, finicky as she can be. That is why she is quite the princess."
A moment later, the emerald-haired child called Linka returned from the dressing room. The trio was in awe of her new outfit. She was wearing a baby blue dress. It was delicate and elegant. The frills were perfect. Shouto observed her. She looked very nimble. Her body was dashing.
For a moment, he was quite jealous of Neo.
Linka locked eyes on Shouto. Linka quickly averted Shouto's curious looks. She ran to Neo, clinging to him. Neo rubbed her head, giving her a kiss on the forehead. He turned to Rumi and Shouto. "She is quite shy with people." He turned to Linka. "Don't be rude, dear. Speak to them."
Linka turned to the cousins. "Nice to meet you all. I am Linka." She bowed timidly and sat beside Neo.
"Pardon her shyness," said Neo.
"No, not at all," replied Rumi. "It is very sweet to see shy girls who have a man who can understand her needs. We don't have much of that anymore."
Neo stood up, lifting Linka's chin. "Do you like the dress?"
Linka nodded. "I do," she answered faintly.
"Good! We can make the purchase. Go ahead and change back."
Linka followed his orders and returned to the dressing room. "Well, it was nice to meet you guys."
Neo pulled into his pocket and gave them a card.
"My card," replied the gentleman. "If you are interested in getting together for anything, please don't hesitate."
Linka returned from the dressing room. Not once did she give a glance to Rumi or Shouto.
"Thanks for the chat, Shouto, Rumi." Neo nodded and wrapped his hands around Linka's hips. The duo watched them make their exit from the clothing store.
"Quite a firm gentleman," said Rumi as she finally got from his lap.
"I don't know," interjected Shouto. "He was too much of a showoff. I didn't like his taste. Fake Casanova ass."
Rumi displayed her pout. "Don't get jealous, Shouto sweetie." She gave him a peck on the lips. "You are still my sweetie."
"Yeah, and cousins, too," retorted Shouto.
"By blood, my dear," she purred. "They never said anything about our physical connection." She slapped his thigh. "I think we should give Neo a call. We can make it a date."
"I don't know. It is kind of odd."
She shook her head. "I don't. Plus, we will be a group of no walls."
"What you mean?"
She smiled. "From the moment I saw them, I saw such an odd aura. Then, quickly, I got it."
"Explain."
"Later," she said. "There is another outfit I want to try on."
You should've seen the look on your face, my dear "Linka."
Kayama-sensei, please. This is not the time. Somebody can see us.
Kayama-sensei?
N...Nemuri!
Good boy! Let me get a touch of this sloppy clit of yours!
Please! No!
Oh, no, my dear. It is okay. Nobody can see us. Relax. How did you feel seeing Shouto?
Shouto?
Yes, Shouto. Did the thought turn you on about finding out that his best friend was pretending to be a girl? That is okay, I was being turned on, too. You couldn't imagine how much I want to cum when kissing Rumi's hand. The feeling of being found out was exciting. God, you are making me hard.
Kayama-sensei...Nemuri, no, this feels too good.
Shh! We shouldn't be ashamed of our true forms. Just relax, my dear Izuku. Let Neo be in control.
To be continued.