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Authors Note:
15 year old me was unaware that clothing sizes from 2 different countries were so different. Síat got this lesson early, and it's fixable, I had to find out by ordering a cosplay outfit online.
Síat grabbed his phone and made a call.
"Come on, come on, come o-" 「All Might, hey, I was just looking at my school uniform they sent over, and I was noticing that, uh... Some shit was fucked up, what's up with that‽」Síat's voice was manic.
「Alright, calm down, young Rahill, and tell me what happened.」 All Might was sounding suspiciously like Toshinori right now.
「Well, I ordered a 3L, and they sent over a godsdamn small!」
「THREE‽ Young man, you are at LEAST a 6L!」
Síat blinked. 「Come again?」
Toshinori cleared his throat. "It's alright, your hero costume inner pants are designed to stretch tremendously, and we can salvage the uniform situation, I'll be there with replacements as soon as this meeting is over."
Another voice in the background, feminine, and just a little too sultry, faintly broke in.
Toshinori chuckled nervously. 「While I appreciate that offer, Ms. Midnight, Young Rahill is in quite the state of distress, I believe your... Enthusiasm might frustrate him. ... Well, if you're certain you can reign it in...」
"Toshinori, I swear, if you send a strange woman to this motel room while I am in crisis, I will PERMANENTLY affix a tulle tutu to Ghost Might's construct form and make that how the public remembers yo-"
click
"Fuck..."
Ghost Might's voice in Síat's head sounds deeply troubled. Young Rahill, you aren't actually going to do that... Right?
Oh PLEASE do it! Nana's voice cuts in, cackling.
Master, PLEASE, Young Rahill, be reasonable!
Pacing the floor with increasing anxiety, Síat was terrified by the all too calm knock at his door.
Knock Knock knock...
"Oh, son of a..." He walked over and pulled it open.
Nemuri Kayama, in business formal, stood immaculate and unbothered, preening. She carried a large briefcase.
She looked Síat up and down. 「Mmm... Toshinori had it wrong, you're definitely a 7L in the shoulders, though the rest of you will fit in a 6L outfit. Don't worry, honey, I came prepared.」
"Damn, the gene pool is unfair in Japan..." 「Right... Yes, come in, if you like, there's a chill in the air.」 Síat stepped aside to allow her to glide in, and was immediately hit with a profound wave of calm as he shut the door. 「What is that, lavender and poppies?」
「Lavender, yes. The rest of what you smell is my quirk, it's mild when I'm not pushing.」
The measuring took just a few minutes. They should have been uncomfortable, but Síat couldn't seem to muster any anxiety.
「It's a little strange, meeting someone who doesn't recognize me instantly. Refreshing, really, a proper first introduction is something I haven't been able to make in years.」 Midnight measured Síat's inseam with an unbothered calm.
「Well, if I'm being honest, the only reason I recognize All Might is because he's done international work. He teamed up with Sham-Rock during the Reliberation, where we reclaimed our independence from England. He acted as a neutral mediator, but if I'm being honest, I just think the English didn't want the smoke.」 Síat smirked. 「Getting to read about that after reading about the original invasion so long ago healed something in me.」
Ghost Might chuckled nervously. See, Young Rahill? So you shouldn't ma-
Relax, Ghost Might, I can't explain it, but I feel perfectly calm right now. All Might's legacy, and your dignity, are safe. Síat watched Ms. Midnight select a uniform out of the 3 (Yes, 3) stacks of folded clothes.
She wrote something down, and collected his mishap, and the rest of those clothes, leaving the correct sizes on his bed, folded. 「Wear this, and you'll have three more uniforms ready when you come in Monday.」
「Luv, you're a gods send. Go leanfaidh Brighid uirthi ag cothabháil an aghaidh gan locht sin a chruthaigh sí de láimh go follasach.」
Ms. Midnight actually blushed. Fully blushed. "Go leanfaidh an Mhórríoghain de bheith ag réamh-fheiceáil bua i do chuid iarrachtaí."
Síat's jaw hit the floor. 「An Mhór-Ríoghain!? The goddess of war, death, and fate, and you gave a proper blessing, in MY native tongue, with her proper name? Ms. Midnight, I'd kiss you if you weren't like, five years older than me, or if I were just three years older...」
Ms. Midnight choked on her shock. 「FIVE!? Oh, honey, I LIKE you.」 She glanced at his posters. She could recognize Sham-Rock. Despite the heroine hitting the hero stage a full fifteen years after she did, Sham-Rock looked at least 20 years older. 「Right, you said Japan's gene pool was unfair. I guess I can't argue...」 she laughed.