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happi-tree · 3 years

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On The Style and Effectiveness of 1-A Hero Costumes - Part 2/5

Part 2 of this post!

NAVIGATION

Part 1 2 3 4 5

INGENIUM / IIDA TENYA

It’s armor time!!! Behold a man.

What I don’t like:

The costume seems too bulky for a Quirk and fighting style that optimize speed. And while it’s true that cars are pretty bulky but still go fast, it’s equally true that certain types of cars are designed to go faster. The current design reminds me most of a semi or a big SUV, but if the costume was more streamlined along the lines of racecars or sports cars, it would help take off the extra weight that the bulk provides, leaving Iida lighter and more streamlined - therefore, faster.

Some examples of slimmer armor include Go Go Tomago’s from Big Hero 6 and Jim Lake Jr.’s from Trollhunters. And while I get that his body type inherently lends itself to being tank-like, lightening up on the bulk would probably be great for him.

The exhaust pipes out of his back confuse me. They bring some car energy, which is entirely welcome, but they likely hinder balance and motion, which is bad. They leave him looking a little unbalanced, and since so much of his strength and his fighting ability focuses on his lower body, having excess superficial material protruding out of the sides like that doesn’t seem to lend him any favors. And even while it looks cool, it just seems like it would be uncomfortable? Especially since a lot of runners - Iida included - like having full range of their arms to help propel them forward. The pipes might get in the way of that.

Here’s what I like:

The overall aesthetic. I love how this look both makes sense with Iida’s Quirk and personality and plays with elements of his older brother’s costume. It simultaneously puts across some knightly vibes - which is genius, considering how chivalrous and rule-following Iida typically is - and also calls to mind Transformers and cars with the emphasis on the engines and some of the more mecha elements.

The support! Armor is such an easy way to protect yourself while also getting some serious style points. His most essential areas are covered - neck, chest, arms, and legs - which is especially important considering that Iida’s legs are integral to his Quirk and his fighting style. The helmet is also a really good choice, considering this boy is essentially a human car. He looks a bit intimidating wearing it, which is good for fighting Villains, I suppose. Class dad is protected.

And a misc. note:

You know how after Iida’s special Recipro Burst move, he has to wait awhile while his engines cool back down? I think it would be really neat if he implemented some cooling technology into his Hero suit (similarly to Todoroki’s temperature-regulating gear). Theoretically, if he could find something that worked a bit like coolant for his engines, he would have a much quicker reaction time - and speed is the main facet of his Quirk, so it would probably help a lot!

Overall: Very good at providing protection while having a bomb-ass aesthetic. Not quite so good at being built for speed.

I CANNOT STOP TWINKLING / AOYAMA YUUGA

On the other side of the armored spectrum… we have this kid!

What I don’t like:

*Edna Mode voice* NO CAPE! Why do I not like the cape? Capes can snag on stuff very easily and it would be an easy thing for Villains to target and use to unbalance Aoyama. Longer capes are especially susceptible to getting trapped under rubble, torn up, or covered in gunk from the environment (which is not the Look he seems to like). I feel like a shorter cape would get a similar message across while minimizing the potential dangers that a long cape poses. Of course, Aoyama can be trained via experience to utilize his costume effectively with the full-length cape, but when his life and the lives of others are on the line, I’d rather not take that chance.

The shades. I get that they’re iconic, but they’re taking rose colored glasses a bit too seriously. 110% will fall off his face and also messes with the princely Vibe the rest of his costume provides. I do like their Elton John energy, though.

Not a bad thing, but I just want to know how his belt works.

Here’s what I like:

The overall aesthetic. I love how the costume’s obvious “princely knight” vibe reflects so much of Aoyama’s character.

The support here is also really good! Working the belt into the theme of his costume so seamlessly is very innovative and I love that for him. Getting the knee pads and shoulder pauldrons to match his central laser both adds to the uniqueness of the outfit and also pushes that royalty theme since they look very similar to inset gems.

The color scheme. Purple, silver, gold, and black look very classy and regal together, and I appreciate how the royal purple ties back into the concept of European royalty, which is very in-character for this boy. His pantaloon-looking things??? Neato.

Overall: Eh, okay. Ditch the glasses and shorten the cape. Superb, you funky lil knight light.

CREATI / YAOYOROZU MOMO

Here we are! I’m finally taking a crack at one of the most highly debated hero costumes in the entire show, and like a good portion of people, I’m gonna be extremely salty about it. Yaomomo doesn’t deserve this - none of the girls deserve this. These are my thoughts:

What I don’t like:

The absolute lack of support. For any aspect of her. Nothing about this costume is protective (other than maybe the partial high collar). Her most vulnerable areas are exposed, and while it makes sense for easy Quirk usage, it does not make sense for a girl who’s fighting homicidal maniacs on the front lines. The most glaring area in need of support is obviously her chest, as nothing substantial is holding her bust in place. However, so much could be done to work with the benefits of Creation and against its weaknesses that is not being done in this costume. I’ve seen quite a few redesigns that include a sports bra with a front zip closure, which is worlds better. With the show being set in the future, having a slightly mechanized costume with the ability to retract certain pieces at the press of a button would be useful and likely doable considering Yuuei’s own Support department. Gloves would probably be a good idea to give Yaoyorozu a better grip on harder-to-handle Created objects, such as heavy metal machinery.

The over-sexualization is, obviously, disgusting. Nothing about this costume says “Hero.” What it does say, in-universe, is that someone had the absolute gall to approve and send this outfit to a 15-year-old girl about to be thrown headfirst into training for an extremely dangerous profession. It says that giving a person in their freshman year of high school an overly sexualized outfit meant for combat training is okay (it isn’t, for reasons I can’t even begin to explain). This more closely resembles an outfit for a lingerie or swimsuit model than it does for any type of superhero, which alone should be enough to warrant some serious changes - especially, as I have stated, since the girl is only 15!

The overall aesthetic. There is no aesthetic reading for this costume other than “sexy”, which, as I explained above, is very problematic. Sure, the exposed skin makes sense for her Quirk, since she needs access to skin in order to produce items with Creation, but nothing about this outfit denotes anything about her personality. Yaoyorozu Momo is a gentle girl who has been shown to have self-esteem issues from early on in the show, and just knowing that makes me wonder if she feels uncomfortable wearing this. If she’s totally comfortable in this look, good for her! But comfort in our clothing factors so much into our mental states, which translates directly to our physical performance - it’s the same reason why having clothes that fit you and your style well make you feel more confident and more content. And especially if Yaoyorozu wasn’t quite expecting the amount of skin revealed when her costume was given to her, it could likely have added on to her self-esteem issues as seen early in the school year.

The skintight fit of what amounts to a glorified bathing suit is not conducive or acceptable whatsoever. With such a powerful Quirk, Yaoyorozu needs all the protective material she can get - which, as I said in Uraraka’s analysis, is quite simply not possible to fit under that bodycon fabric. Some padding at the very least would work wonders, and bulletproof material would serve her even better.

Once again, heels are not good for any kind of running or fighting! At least it’s a block heel, which is marginally more stable than, say, a stiletto, but still.

The literal bookshelf on her ass. It makes no sense to put it there - it’s an inconvenient place (what if she needs to sit down?) and it looks incredibly awkward to move around with. Besides, there’s absolutely nothing stopping that book from falling at the slightest jostle. At least give her a proper holster or implement it into a toolbelt like some of the boys have.

What’s with the belt? Can it hold emergency supplies? Or is it just there to make it seem like she’s wearing more than a deep v one-piece? I’m at a loss here.

Here’s what I like:

The color scheme. Deep red, white, and pale yellow look good on her! The color ratios are also pretty good in my opinion. Unfortunately, this is the only good thing I can say about her getup.

And to round us out, some misc. notes:

I feel like the book could be done away with entirely and replaced with something digital. This universe is set multiple centuries into the future, and I think something like a holographic data set would look slick, enable for faster search time for whatever info Yaoyorozu would need, and eliminate the bulk problem completely. At the very least, there could be a smartwatch-type gauntlet to pull up info with a larger screen to enable easy reading. Really, the lack of support for Yaoyorozu’s look is devastating because she could go so many directions in creating an outfit that works with her Quirk’s strengths and against its weaknesses.

Overall: Awful, a disgrace, and a disservice to one of the coolest, kindest characters in the class. I would kill for her to get the outfit she deserves.

INVISIBLE GIRL / HAGAKURE TOORU

Wow, look! Two travesties in a row! One more and I get a bingo!

Hagakure, I love you so much, and I am so, so sorry that the yahoos over at the Support company thought that this was a good idea.

What I don’t like:

Uh. The fact that there isn’t a costume. There is literally no in-universe rationalization for this. Surely, they have the technology. Just look at Lemillion! Togata Mirio’s Quirk is literally phasing through materials (including his own clothing) and they made him his own non-phaseable costume by weaving his own DNA into the fabric! Even if they don’t have the technology (they do), I know that Hatsume and probably the rest of the Support students would immediately jump on the chance of creating a fabric with the ability to switch between visible and invisible modes.

Once again, the sexualization of minor Hero students continues to disturb me. Who in their right mind thinks it’s okay to send a naked teenager out into a live battlefield just because she’s less likely to be noticed that way? This line of thought surely doesn’t account for stray bullets or falling debris, nor does it account for this poor girl’s peace of mind. She should be focused on getting the job done and saving people, not worrying about how it’s too cold for her to work properly or how there’s nothing between her body and a loaded gun except for the air between them.

The gloves and shoes seem like they’re kinda. Missing the point of contributing to a stealth Hero costume? Yes, they’re good so that Hagakure can be easily recognized among her allies, but does she just have to stow them wherever when she needs to go fully invisible and hope she can find them once the mission’s over? Plus, Hagakure will always, at the very bare minimum, need something to protect the soles of her feet. Walking barefoot just for everyday civilian stuff would cause a lot of problems, but Heroes likely have a lot of broken glass, broken nails, debris, and other nasty things on the streets where they fight. Tetanus is not fun to have.

Here’s what I like:

The gloves are a nice color, I guess?

Some misc. notes:

I gotta say, I’ve seen SO many good takes on outfit redesigns for Hagakure (same with Yaoyorozu) and the fandom collectively has some wonderful ideas on how to go about creating a costume for her. Personally, I think it would be cool if she had a full-body suit that could change between visible and invisible modes - that way, she would be easy to identify in head counts and it would likely be easier to see places where she could be injured after a fight. At the very, very least they could pull a Lemillion and have her outfit infused with something from her own DNA so it can disappear as she does while leaving her at least covered.

Overall: So, so bad. Please give this girl a suit. I’m tired.

TLDR Part 2:

Great Costumes:

Good: Iida

Okay: Aoyama

Questionable:

Bad:

The Absolute Worst: Yaoyorozu, Hagakure

#happi rambles #anime #bnha #walk walk fashion baby #meta #iida tenya #aoyama yuuga #yaoyorozu momo #hagakure tooru #and here's part two!#as I said earlier I'll link everything together once all parts are posted and I'm sorry if I didn't catch some spelling/grammar errors #long post #class 1A costume analysis

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nonbinary-octopus · 4 years

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Ace Up My Sleeve

Written in response to this prompt from @infinimay:

Nobody ever said that ‘Ace up my sleeve’ should be literal, and yet here we are! -Fin🐌

Wordcount: 1.3 K

Summary: being small means you get cold faster.

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“Patton?”

Patton looked up from his book at the sound of his name, but for a second, he couldn’t place whose voice it had been. Nor could he see anyone in his immediate vicinity. Luckily, the speaker spoke again.

“Patton.”

This time, Patton both recognized the voice and was able to tell the direction from which it had come. He looked down to spot his smallest friend standing on the coffee table in front of the couch. “Hi, Logan,” Patton greeted happily, setting his book down on the cushion beside him.

“Greetings.” Logan shuffled his feet, looking away for a moment.

“Do you need something?” Patton prompted gently.

“Indeed,” Logan admitted. “I— With the change in the seasons, the ambient temperature has lowered drastically, and I do not have enough body mass to independently retain a healthy core temperature. Given that you are so much larger than I am, it is reasonable to assume that you would have less difficulty creating and retaining body heat, and I wished to request that you share some of it with me so that I do not contract hypothermia.”

Patton perked up. “You want to cuddle for warmth?”

Logan looked hesitant, but he nodded. “That would be one solution to my problem,” he said, eyeing Patton’s hands warily. Patton kept them to himself for now, knowing just how intimidating Logan found him, even though they were friends now.

“How would you like to warm up?” Patton asked instead.

Logan was silent for another few seconds, looking embarrassed. Patton waited patiently, not wanting to risk scaring Logan back into the walls where he might freeze to death.

“Direct skin-to-skin contact would be ideal,” Logan said at last, not meeting Patton’s gaze. “The heat transfer would likely be most efficient were you to hold me against your chest under your sweater, but I am not entirely comfortable with… with the level of…” He paused again, clearly searching for words, and his eyes darted up to Patton’s face for a moment. “It is not that I do not believe you to be trustworthy,” Logan assured, “but I still feel a certain amount of trepidation at the mere idea of permitting you to hold me in such a way, where I am vulnerable and entirely dependant on your goodwill and mercy in order to depart.” He looked down at his feet again. “I… I apologize. Perhaps I ought not to have made this request when I am not capable of carrying through with the necessary actions to optimally complete it.”

“It’s okay, Logan!” Patton whispered. “You’re allowed to be scared of me. I know I’m huge compared to you.”

Logan didn’t say anything, only hugged himself and nodded slightly.

Patton thought, trying to come up with another solution. “What if you climbed inside my sweater sleeve?” he offered at last. “That way I’m not actually holding you at all, and I’ll stay on the couch so if it becomes too much, you can get out and away on your own.”

Logan’s gaze snapped again to Patton’s hands. After a few seconds, he mused aloud, “The heat transfer would be less than optimal. However, I would be far more comfortable.” He nodded. “Yes. I agree to those terms, so long as you will promise not to handle me directly.”

“I promise.” Patton smiled. “May I set my arm beside you?”

Though he looked nervous, Logan nodded again. Patton leaned forward, placing his forearm on the coffee table beside the tiny man. Logan approached it slowly, hesitating once more at Patton’s wrist. With another glance up at Patton’s face, Logan reached out and grasped the cuff. Cautiously, as though worried that something bad might happen at any second, Logan lifted the fabric. Patton held carefully still as Logan crawled onto his inner wrist and under his sleeve. It tickled, and Logan was certainly cold, but Patton managed not to twitch. Finally, Logan poked his head back out through the cuff, looking over his shoulder up at Patton.

“You- you may resume your previous position now,” he called.

Moving slowly, Patton lifted his arm from the coffee table, sitting back on the couch again. He didn’t quite go back to how he had been sitting before, instead turning sideways and letting his arm rest across his lap. “How’s this?” he asked when he was settled.

Logan was quiet for a moment, glancing around him. “It is— it is acceptable.”

“Good. Feeling any warmer yet?”

“Indeed,” Logan answered, and Patton could hear the relief in his tiny friend’s voice. “The air within your sleeve is considerably warmer than the air outside it.”

“I’m glad. Stay as long as you like.”

“Thank you.”

Patton grinned. “Of course. Can’t have my little buddy freezing.” Suddenly, he thought of a pun, and his eyes lit up. “Hey, Logan?”

“What?”

“Nobody ever said that ‘having an ace up my sleeve’ should be literal, but here we are.”

There was silence, but Patton could swear that he could hear Logan’s confused frown.

“I get the distinct impression that you are making a play on words,” the tiny man said at last. He did not ask Patton for the explanation, probably embarrassed to directly admit that he didn’t understand. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Patton almost shrugged, but thought better of it at the last second. It might jostle Logan. “Having an ace up your sleeve is an idiom,” he said. “It usually means having a secret plan that you wait to reveal. I think it came from cheating at cards by hiding the ace card in your sleeve for later. But an ‘ace’ can refer to other things as well. For example, someone who does not experience sexual attraction. You said you’re like that, right?”

“Yes, that is accurate,” Logan said after a few moments. “I recall having a conversation about… attractions, or- or the lack thereof, during which you said that the word ‘asexual’ could be applied to me.”

“Yeah, so ‘ace’ is short for that.”

“I see.” Logan seemed to be processing that, and after a bit he said, “The phrase came from people hiding an ‘ace’ card in their sleeves?”

“Yeah, I think so.”

Logan hummed. “So it was literal, at least in the original usage.”

“Hm?”

“You said, ‘Nobody ever said that “having an ace up my sleeve” should be literal,’” Logan quoted. “And yet, by your own admission, the phrase was originally meant to be literal.”

Patton blinked. “I guess you’re right,” he said. “I got distracted by the pun I was about to make. Point to Logan.”

“Why are you instructing me to indicate myself?” Logan asked, clear puzzlement in his voice. “You and I both know where I am.”

“Not that kind of point,” Patton said. “A point like… like on a scoreboard in a game. I’m conceding victory to you, because you were correct.”

“Ah.” Logan was silent for a moment before asking, “Is there any significance to this point I have received?”

“Not really. It’s just another idiom. Like saying touché when someone makes a good counter-argument.”

“I see.”

After a few moments more of silence, Logan pulled Patton’s cuff over his head again. He shifted about under Patton’s sleeve for a few moments, which was a very odd feeling but Patton refused to let himself so much as twitch, and then settled down again.

Patton smiled fondly down at where he knew his friend was, though he barely even made a visible lump under the cloth, feeling incredibly touched that Logan had trusted him this much.

“Hey, Lo?”

“Yes, Patton?”

“Okay if I go back to my book?”

“Certainly,” Logan replied promptly. “However… please do not forget that I am here. I would not like to be accidentally crushed or flung out of your sleeve.”

Patton nodded, even though he knew Logan couldn’t see the gesture. “I promise.” He picked up his book again and, careful not to move the arm Logan was using as a heated mattress, resumed reading.

#original #my writing #my sanders sides writing #sanders sides #gt #sanders sides gt #AUMS #infinimay #prompt #prompted fic

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ndrv3winterexchange · 6 years

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happy holidays @izuvi ! i hope you enjoy this fluffy chabashira/tsumiki story with a dash of ouma!

Private Lesson

“That’s it, Tsumiki-san! Excellent job! Now, use your legs, and flip me!”

Tsumiki whimpered, wearily clutching Chabashira’s arm. They stood in the gymnasium of Hope’s Peak Academy on sturdy scarlet mats. They wore matching monochromatic gi provided by Chabashira, and Tsumiki claimed it was the first time anyone had ever given her new clothing as a present, crying for a few minutes as the sputtering Chabashira attempted to quell her. Tsumiki’s first aid kit was opened, prepped with antiseptic ointment and bandages in case any accident occurred. Other students practiced their talented martial arts around them and various grunts from their fellow classmates echoed around them.

Earlier in the day when Tsumiki tended to Chabashira during a check-up, Chabashira offered to teach Tsumiki the distinctive art of Neo-Aikido when Tsumiki mentioned she had been harassed by a few classmates. Even though Tsumiki attempted to politely decline her offer, Chabashira insisted and dragged Tsumiki to the gymnasium during their study period. After allowing Tsumiki to grab her arm, Chabashira continued urging Tsumiki to lob her to the ground.

“Come on, Tsumiki-san! Use all the power of your legs and body, and flip me right onto the ground!” Chabashira urged, leaning forward to allow for optimal chucking.

Tsumiki pursed her lips, a faint sweat shining her brow under the overbearing lights from the gymnasium. She fretted, quickly shaking her head.

“Please don’t feel like you need to go easy on me. I’m a master of my craft, so toss me with all your might,” Chabashira urged, smiling at the hesitant girl.

“A-are you sure? If I throw you too hard, I could break your spine,” Tsumiki crooned, and Chabashira flared, excitement beaming in her pale green eyes.

“Not to worry! I’ve been thrown by degenerate males, and their tosses are like mosquito bites. Unless you have a formidable energy that I don’t know about, I’ll be okay,” Chabashira replied, grinning. “If you can’t toss me, please try lifting me so we can practice the proper form.”

Tsumiki sniffled, and the warm scent of Chabashira’s lilac perfume wafted around her. She gripped Chabashira’s tightly, feeling the strong muscle hidden underneath her loose gi. In the time they came to knew each other as Hope’s Peak Academy students, Tsumiki recognized the

powerful, yet feminine form of Chabashira as ideal. From her check-ups, Tsumiki was impressed by Chabashira’s commitment to peak physical and performative health, something which Chabashira attempted to help Tsumiki with by showing her various stretches and offering flamboyant hair accessories and florally scented perfumes to maintain her delicate appearance.

Hitching down a breath, Tsumiki clung to Chabashira’s arm and lifted her a few inches off the ground. Tsumiki groaned, trying to tug Chabashira over her shoulder only to heave a sigh, releasing Chabashira. She rested her hands on her gangly knees, heavily panting from her exertion.

Chabashira immediately rebounded in front of her. She clutched Tsumiki’s clammy hands, leaning forward and proclaiming, “Excellent job, Tsumiki-san! You had wonderful poise and form!”

“I-I did? But I could barely lift you,” Tsumiki murmured, lowering her head.

Chabashira waved her hand.. “Not at all! You’ll become much more proficient as we continue practicing.”

Tsumiki grinned, hesitantly nodding. She watched Chabashira adjust her snow white ribbons, a faint smile on the nurse’s face. Chabashira searched the gymnasium, hoping to find a suitable partner to practice with to show Tsumiki the basis of general aikido. The nearby punching bag was being struck by a smiling Gokuhara as an apprehensive Amami desperately held it in place. Chabashira noticed Amami’s heels digging into the wood, and she briefly feared he would be propelled through the ground. Yonaga was praying in the corner, and Chabashira was tempted to ask her to join their session only for irritation to immediately plague her.

“Heeey, Chabashira-chan, Tsumiki-chan! What are you guys doing over here?” Ouma asked, springing over to them. He wore a plain shirt and navy blue shorts, the staple athletic attire Hope’s Peak provided.

“This is a private lesson. Go away,” Chabashira pointedly ordered, crossing her arms and wrinkling her nose.

Ouma hummed, pulling the loose fabric of Tsumiki’s gi and beamed. “Are you two training together?”

“We are, but it’s an exclusive training session. Degenerate males should stick to their bicep curls,” Chabashira scoffed, scowling.

“Niishishi! Chabashira-chan is really feisty today. Is it because she’s having a private romantic moment with Tsumiki-chan?” Ouma offered, and both girls broke into flustered squeals.

Tsumiki clutched her chin, lips warbling. She frenetically glanced around, and Chabashira proclaimed in a tone much more piercing than usual that she was simply teaching Tsumiki Neo-Aikido, attracting a few lingering looks from other students. Ouma whistled, wrapping his arms behind his head, and he rocked on his heels.

“Well, if that’s so, let me join! I wanna learn your cool moves, too! Hiyah!” Ouma karate-chopped the air above Tsumiki’s head, and Tsumiki yelped, ducking instinctively.

“My Master and I developed our style in order for degenerate males like you to never learn it. It’s a golden rule I mustn’t break,” Chabashira replied, a victorious smirk spreading into her cheek.

Ouma immediately swiveled on his heels to Tsumiki, tears pricking the corners of his eyes. “Oh, Tsumiki-chan, you don’t mind if I join in, right? Chabashira-chan is being stingy.”

“D-don’t try to win over Tsumiki-san with your devious nature! She only wants this private lesson to be between us,” Chabashira remarked, hunching forward and clenching her fists.

Tsumiki glanced between the teary-eyed Ouma and incensed Chabashira. As Ouma leaned closer to her, sticking out his lower lip like a quivering child preparing to get their way, Tsumiki swallowed. She managed a quant smile, and Chabashira hung her head, knowing she failed.

“Fine! Ouma-kun, you may join our lesson,” Chabashira said, and Ouma clenched his fists, grinning, “but don’t try to win over Tsumiki-san with false sweetness. After all, degenerate males only cry to get their way.”

“I think the only one trying to get her way is Chabashira-chan,” Ouma whispered to Tsumiki, who covered her mouth to hide her creeping giggling.

Chabashira cleared her throat, gaining their attention. She grabbed her hips, asserting herself as the master of their lesson. She decided to begin with Ouma, ordering him to come forward to be used as an example for Tsumiki. Ouma complied, grinning and imitating Chabashira’s stance. Their legs parted, and they glowered at each other with Tsumiki standing a few feet away with adoring eyes.

“Now, listen, Tsumiki-san, Neo-Aikido allows the usage of all manners of victory. Anything is allowed,” Chabashira replied, and Ouma crept closer. “I frequently use nunchucks to attack first, and then I grapple, but unfortunately, I dropped them-”

“You mean these nunchucks? The ones I found outside of the girl’s locker room?” Ouma suddenly asked, lifting up his shirt to reveal a pair of nunchucks tugged away in his oversized pockets. “See, I was gonna return them, but when I saw you and Tsumiki-chan having fun, I wanted to join in, and if I had fun, I would give them back as payment. Though, that could be a lie, and I may just keep the nunchucks forever.”

Chabashira gawked, losing all composure. She flailed, fingers twitching in a feverish desire to obtain her nunchucks. Snapping for Ouma to return them, she seethed when Ouma puffed out one cheek, claiming she had lost them, so it was his right to keep them until he was sufficiently amused. Chabashira clenched her fists, growling to herself as Tsumiki fretted, stepping in to intervene.

Chabashira roared, lunging at the mischievous trickster. Ouma giggled, waving the nunchucks and suddenly tossing them into the air. Chabashira gasped, reaching up for them when Ouma clutched her extended left arm. Ouma grunted, heaving forward with the shrieking aikido master, and Chabashira was flung over Ouma’s smaller frame. Tsumiki cried out her name, hurrying forward only to yelp when she was propelled to the ground. Gravity slammed down onto Chabashira, but despite the sensation of falling, she landed into something quite soft.

Tsumiki yelped as Chabashira collided with her. Their legs tangled together, and Tsumiki was pinned underneath the toned girl. Chabashira blanked, lips parting and staring down at the flustered nurse. They remained still, frozen like statues. Their noses nearly touched, and their eyes widened, feeling each other’s cool breath on their faces.

Ouma snickered, catching the nunchucks like an action hero. Spinning them, he sneered, “Aw, I didn’t know even the burly Chabashira-chan could be cute. I wish I was a Super High School Level Photographer because this would be the perfect once-in-a-lifetime shot!”

“O-Ouma-san! Y-y-y-you-!” Chabashira blurted, shooting her arms to the sides of Tsumiki’s head and leaning up, but she remained on top of the steaming Tsumiki.

“Hey, thank me already! Didn’t I get you much closer to your crush whom you’re more than likely crushing?” Ouma jeered, and scarlet flushed across Tsumiki’s face. “Oh, my! I guess Tsumiki-chan wanted to be crushed by her crush this whole time!”

Chabashira shot to her feet, demanding Ouma stop with his wordplay. Ouma leaned forward, a mischievous grin stretching into his cheeks and offered Chabashira the nunchucks. Chabashira snatched them and pressed them to her bosom. Chabashira pursed her lips, watching Tsumiki sit upright with the same flustered expression and crooked smile Chabashira had come to adore. Chabashira tugged on her gi, offering her polite gratitude for Ouma’s assistance.

“Aw, don’t sweat it, Chabashira-chan! If you ever need help getting much, much closer, call on me! I’ll make a little white lie so I can get you both together for some close shenanigans,” Ouma jeered, winking. He sprang away to join Amami and Gokuhara at the punching bag, shouting Gokuhara was going to kill Amami as Amami was halfway into the ground and still clinging to the punching bag.

Chabashira rolled her eyes as Gokuhara promptly stopped hitting the punching bag to tend to the weary, smiling Amami. Turning to Tsumiki, she offered Tsumiki her sweaty palm with returning poise. She clutched Tsumiki’s shaky hand, pulling her to her feet.

“Um, excuse what happened, Tsumiki-san. It seems I wasn’t prepared for Ouma-san once again,” Chabashira said, pressing her forefingers together.

“Th-that’s all right. I liked being underneath you,” Tsumiki said, smiling. “W-we should do it much more often.”

Chabashira blankly stared at Tsumiki, and her world swapped with heat. Her cheeks burned, and her arms shot above her head. She fumbled for words as Tsumiki giggled, and she lowered her arms, blushing profusely. Tsumiki grasped Chabashira’s hands, urging for their lesson to continue. Maintaining her blushing and sweating countenance, Chabashira trailed off with stuttering fragments of sentences. Tsumiki retrieved a cloth from her pocket, patting Chabashira’s forehead. Tsumiki chuckled, stuffing the cloth into her pocket, and Chabashira recovered, muttering her compliance.

“I think your focal hyperhidrosis has settled, so should we continue our lesson?” Tsumiki asked, elated from her experience with Chabashira.

Chabashira abruptly nodded, breaking into a wide grin with light pink tinting her cheeks. “C-certainly! N-next time, when we get close, you should lay your head in my lap! I’ll welcome that wholeheartedly!”

From the corner of the gymnasium, the giggling Yonaga opened an eye and murmured. “Atua thinks that whole situation was very nice.”

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