Kyoka and Crust stood just outside the dressing room, waiting patiently as Izuku tried on his hero costume for the first time. Crust stood tall, arms crossed. Kyoka, on the other hand, leaned casually against the wall, tapping her foot impatiently. Every now and then, she glanced at the dressing room door, smirking slightly to herself.
Kyoka, {teasing}: "He's probably sweating buckets in there. Bet he's double-checking that cape again."
Crust chuckled, his deep voice breaking the quiet hallway.
Crust, {calmly}: "He'll be fine. It's just nerves."
Inside the dressing room, Izuku was indeed taking a deep breath, staring at his reflection in the mirror. The suit felt... incredible. The deep green fabric hugged his body perfectly, allowing for full movement without restricting him. The black accents along the edges made the whole outfit pop. It was durable, designed to withstand the intensity of battle, but light enough that he felt quick on his feet.
The reinforced gloves wrapped snugly around his hands, built not to protect him, but to absorb the impact of his punches. He flexed his fingers, marveling at how comfortable yet powerful they felt. And draped over his shoulders was the cape—a classic symbol of heroism, made from the same resilient fabric as the suit, flowing just right without getting in the way.
Izuku's heart raced. This was it. This was his hero costume.
He took another deep breath before stepping out of the dressing room.
When the door creaked open, Kyoka and Crust turned to face him. For a moment, there was silence as they took in Izuku's new look. Crust nodded in approval, his arms still crossed, but Kyoka raised an eyebrow, clearly impressed.
Kyoka, {grinning}: "Well, hero boy, look at you. You clean up nice."
Izuku blushed, scratching the back of his neck nervously.
Izuku, {nervously laughing}: "I-I'm not sure about the cape... Does it look too much?"
Crust stepped forward, giving the cape a slight tug to test the fabric.
Crust, {nodding with approval}: "It's perfect. Durable, practical, and you've got the look of a pro. Just like I imagined."
Kyoka, always the one to add her own touch, smirked and walked up to Izuku. Without warning, she licked the palm of her hand and brushed it back through Izuku's hair, pushing the unruly strands into a more styled position.
Kyoka, {teasing but satisfied}: "There, now you actually look like you know what you're doing."
Izuku, wide-eyed and flustered, stammered as she fixed his hair.
Izuku, {blushing furiously}: "K-Kyoka! You didn't have to—"
Kyoka, {grinning playfully}: "Relax. You look good. Gotta make sure you look the part if you're going to be my hero, right?"
Crust chuckled again, shaking his head slightly at their banter.
Crust, {gruffly}: "You've got a good team here, Midoriya. Now, are you ready to put that costume to the test?"
Izuku stood a little taller, feeling the weight of the cape and the gloves, but also the excitement bubbling up inside him. He looked at Kyoka, who gave him a confident nod, and then back at Crust.
Izuku, {determined}: "Yeah. I'm ready."
