Third Person's P.O.V.
(Y/N) and Uraraka made their way up to the dark mahogany door that had a cute little glass window at the top. The tailor shop was small, but the woodwork indicated it had far more worth than its size implied. As (Y/N) opened the door, the soft ring of a bell signified their presence to whoever worked there.
"Good morning'!" A cheery voice greeted them with slight panic. It was a young man working on the hem of a skirt. "I'll be with you in a second! Please, have a look around."
The girls took the advice of the occupied tailor and wandered around. (Y/N) looked at the clothes with a perplexed look as the only clothes that looked remotely interesting to her were those made for obviously large men.
Uraraka ooh and awe'd over the beautiful silks that the women's dresses were made of. Although their tastes in clothes were far different, the two ladies could tell they were in the presence of fine tailorship.
"My apologies for taking so long, what can I help you wi-"
Finally, the black-haired, well-dressed man rose from his work. He was taken back by the presence of the two beautiful women. Most often, the young women who actually walked into the shop, rather than just window shopping, had a male companion with them. His face flushed when he realized one of the women barely had any clothes on to begin with.
Do to the embarrassment, he tripped over a basket of threads and cloth, letting out a noise of surprise. He became dangerously close to the ground, but before he could run his head into the hardwood, he heard enchantments. He flew up from the ground and came face to face with his customers.
"Uh..." he blushed, "What's up?"
The girls giggled. He smiled awkwardly, 'I did not just say that...'
While slowly being placed onto solid ground, he finally remembered what his job was. His voice cracked, "WhAt-" he cleared his voice, "What can I do for you two ladies today?"
"I'm looking for a new outfit," (Y/N) said, gesturing to herself, "As you can see, I don't exactly 'fit in' with my current one."
Realizing who they were, he regained his confidence, "You need travel garments?"
"Yes, something lacking in frills, please."
"Naturally," he nodded. He gestured for the two to follow him and they made their way to a farther corner of the shop. There, Uraraka asked, "What's your name?"
The young man perked up and turned to them. "I'm sorry, I should've introduced myself earlier. I'm Hanta Sero!"(Y/N) smiled. "Nice to meet you, Sero. I'm (Y/N)."
"And I'm Uraraka!"
"The pleasure is all mine, ladies. So, do you see anything you like?"
(Y/N) took a moment to look around. His options were somewhat limited, but the ones he did have out were nice for traveling, just not battle-friendly.
"Also, I will have to fit you into whichever one you want. Unless, of course, you want a custom pre-order for next week?"
"We don't have time for that," she explained, "I need one today, within the next few hours if possible."
Sero got a bit nervous at such a short time limit, but he had a hard time saying no to people, especially pretty girls.
"Well, I suppose if you're desperate I could show you the outfit I'm working on right now. Ms. Uraraka, if you like you could find a belt on one of the dresses, and I'll start on fitting Ms. (Y/N) into the outfit I was working on."
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The Dragon King and His Queen (Fantasy!Katsuki Bakugou X Reader)
FanfictionNever underestimate the fierceness of a King and more importantly never harm him. For his Queen is even worse.