Kit. [Leon x Reader]

2

The door to her room flew open as she ran into the room, panicking.

"Dress Hot for Me"...the fuck was that supposed to mean?!

She barely had any variety in her wardrobe to begin with, let alone anything "hot", to her standards. But hell, what was Kuwata even expecting from her? She wasn't about to go to his baseball game in a damn bikini, for crying out loud. However, this was the first real time that Kuwata was going to see her in something else besides her school uniform, besides the odd field trip or two. What the hell was she supposed to wear to be considered "hot" to his standards?

Eventually after tearing her wardrobe to bits, she had an idea. There was still those old band t-shirts that she never wore anymore, so...

The scissors from her desk were swiped as she spread a System of a Down tee on the floor, cutting it right below the bottom of the logo. Standing up to look down at her work, she panicked.

"Fuck, this is a sorry excuse for a crop top..."

But she put it on anyways, and looking at the jagged edges made her realize that it didn't look as shitty as she thought it did at first. The odd trim just above her belly button gave the shirt a homemade punk-rock look, and she used that to her advantage when planning the rest of her outfit. She dug around a little more, finding some cutoff, high-waist jean shorts and some fishnet tights that a friend had given her as a gag gift. She even pulled out a red, decorated bra from her dresser that she forgot she stole from her older sister after an argument one time, and she had coincidentally found the matching underwear in the laundry pile, so those were snagged as well. They were rather...skimpy, compared to the normal bikini-cut underwear she was used to wearing, but she tried her best to shrug that thought away.

"'Dress hot'...Might as well go all out in case of...fuck, is this really happening?"

Looking at herself in the mirror made her feel a tiny bit self conscious, and she worried that she was showing off too much skin. So she grabbed a red flannel shirt from her laundry pile, tossing it on over her outfit.

"Much better."

Her hair was thrown into a messy ponytail, and she was putting on her socks and red converse sneakers when she heard her mom calling her from downstairs.

"[Y/N], Naegi's here! Says the two of you are going to a baseball game or something?"

Shoot, was it already five thirty?!

"I'll be down in a second!"

And she was, stomping down the stairs with her miniature backpack slung over her shoulders a few seconds later. Makoto, her best friend, was indeed by the door, and his eyes widened at her before he shook himself off and waved. [Y/N] peered into the hallway, releasing a sigh of relief upon realizing her mom was in the kitchen paying little attention.