Cuddly Midori

Little Bro Midori

"Midori! Midori!"

"Izukkun!"

"Oh, hey, Ura, Mina. You guys need something?" Izuku asks as Mina all but crashes against his back.

"The girls and Kendo are having a little get together and we wanted to invite you!" Mina cheered, hanging her dead weight against him.

Izuku takes a moment to process that before launching into a storm of stuttering and mumblings with a pink face. The girls can't make out much but get the general picture that he shouldn't intrude on a girls night and that he's happy they offered, but he really shouldn't.

Mina waves off his concerns, "it's cool, Mido, the girls won't mind, and you're a nice guy, nothing like the Grapist™. We trust you!"

Ura nods enthusiastically, "yeah, and all the girls want you there, so you're not intruding on anything!"

"W-well, if you're sure..."

Mina squeals and helps Ura drag him to the gate, where the other girls are waiting.

When Izuku makes it back to his dorm that night, half his hair is in braids and the other half was combed nicely into a pigtail, he had make up on his face that he didn't even remember getting applied so it must have happened when he was asleep. He had a handful of bags with new clothes because the girls had insisted he needed a new look, and he felt like he had new cavities from all the cakes and sweets they had eaten. He now had an even healthier respect (fear) for the girls after having to keep them from getting into at least ten fist fights over clothes and food (and that one with the guy taking panty shots they had to hold him back from very violently arresting). All in all, it was a very good experience and at the same time, he never wanted to do it again.