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MHA114- Festival
🕑 Added 2025-05-19 20:18:08 +0000 UTCI kicked Nejire out and shut the door before she could argue. She huffed something about rude little brothers and floated off to her dorm. Didn’t matter. I had work to do.
This wasn’t just about making a flashy dress. If Nejire wanted to win, she needed more than some shimmery bullshit that sparkled under stage lights. She needed something that played with her Quirk, amplified every movement, and made sure the audience couldn’t look away even if they wanted to.
I activated the Crafting Room.
[SYSTEM: Welcome to Crafting Room.
Objective detected: Build ‘Glamour Nuke.’
Estimated Ego Inflation for Target: Catastrophic.]
“Yeah, that’s the point.”
My dorm flickered… walls shifting, desk stretching into a full workstation, light panels glowing overhead. A new blueprint materialized in front of me, hovering in the air. The System read my intent and adjusted the parameters automatically.
I spread out the materials on the workbench. Nejire’s hair for Quirk conductivity. Aoyama’s hair… normally useless, but with the right modifications, I could make it absorb and refract light the way his Quirk did.
A while back, I realized Toru's Quirk wasn't actually invisibility, but light refraction. Kind of like cloaking technology… bending light instead of outright disappearing. She couldn't do it herself, but her hair had the potential. And with the Crafting Room, I could stitch a dress for Nejire that would use that effect.
Something subtle, at first. Then, during the climax of her show, the wings would unfurl… barely visible, bending light just enough to shimmer, then sparkling outright as Aoyama’s hair reacted to the movement.
I cracked my knuckles and started weaving the base structure.
The fabric had to be fluid, something that moved with her, not against. No stiff corsets, no restrictive layers. A fitted bodice that tapered at the waist, flowing into a high-slit skirt that would flare when she spun. Every movement had to look effortless.
I layered Toru’s fibers into the back, shaping them into lightweight wing structures. The system helped reinforce them, making sure they weren’t just decorative. When triggered, they would shift from nearly invisible to shimmering with refracted light, creating the illusion of spectral wings.
Aoyama’s strands were trickier. His hair naturally reflected light, but I needed it to refract instead… scatter in motion, not just gleam statically. I ran a few tests, modifying the structure, blending the fibers into the fabric.
The effect was instant. The second the material moved, it caught the light in streaks, trailing afterimages before settling back into normal fabric. Perfect.
For the final touch, I reinforced the seams with a flexible weave, making sure nothing would snap under stress. Nejire moved fast. The dress had to keep up.
After a few more adjustments, I stepped back.
I stared at it. It didn’t just look right. It felt right. Like it was waiting to move, to tear the air apart like she would.
A deep blue, shifting with every slight tilt, catching light without overwhelming. The wings, dormant for now, would only fully appear when she reached the peak of her performance. A tactical reveal.
I exhaled, rolling my shoulders. The Crafting Room flickered off, returning my dorm to normal.
Someone knocked and before I could say anything, Nejire burst in.
"Is it done?!"
I pointed at the mannequin.
She practically teleported. Her hands ran over the fabric, then stopped at the wings. She nudged them. They barely reacted, still hidden.
"...Okay, what am I looking at?"
I tapped the trigger seam. The wings shimmered into visibility, catching the light.
Nejire froze.
Then she practically vibrated. "No way…"
I clicked the seam again. The wings faded back into near-invisibility.
She turned to me, eyes wide. "You made the dress into a whole-amazing Quirk move?"
I shrugged. "You said you wanted to win."
She turned back to the dress, hands hovering over the fabric. "Ryuu~"
I nudged her shoulder. "Try it on. Need to see if it moves right."
She grabbed the dress and dashed into the bathroom. A minute later, she came back out, adjusting the fit.
She spun once. The skirt flared perfectly.
She stopped, grinning. "Oh, this is amazing."
I tapped the seam. The wings unfurled.
She turned to the mirror, twisting side to side, watching the shimmer follow her. For a second, she did not speak. Just smiled. Then she twirled again. “I HAVE WINGS!”
"They won’t show unless you are moving right," I said. "Time it with the performance."
She twirled again, watching the wings flicker in and out. "Ryuu, I’m actually gonna destroy the competition."
"That is the point."
She spun one more time, then stopped in front of me. "Ryuu."
I raised a brow.
She grinned, then grabbed my shoulders and shook me. "This is the coolest thing ever!"
I smirked. "Yeah, yeah."
She grabbed my face, kissing it once… quick, sudden, catching me off guard.
"Thank you," she said, pulling back just enough to see my face. Then she kissed me again. "Thank you." Another. "Thank you." Again. "Thank you…"
"Alright, alright!" I grabbed her wrists, pushing her back before she could keep going. "What the hell is this?"
She grinned. "Appreciation!"
"Appreciate from a distance."
She crossed her arms. "Nah, you deserve this."
I sighed. "If you are gonna be weird about it, at least make it count."
Nejire's eyes gleamed. "Oh?"
I was already regretting my words.
She grabbed my head again, planting an exaggerated, drawn-out kiss right on my forehead like some cartoon grandma. "Mwah!"
I shoved her off. "You are the worst."
She cackled, spinning in her dress. "Nope! I'm the best!" She twirled again, watching the way the fabric shifted. "Ryuu~ This is unreal."
"You still gotta practice in it."
She stopped, nodding. "Right. Gotta make sure it actually works in motion."
I pushed the mannequin aside. "Go for it."
She stepped back, rolling her shoulders before testing a few movements. Slow at first. Small adjustments, checking how the dress flowed with her. Then faster… turns, dips, small bursts of her Quirk to see how the fabric responded. The wings flickered in and out, catching light, fading when she slowed down.
Nejire's grin widened. "This is insane."
"We got it, I am amazing, the dress is awesome." I adjusted the seam on the side, checking flexibility. "Don't push too hard, or you'll tear it."
"I won't!" She pivoted again, adjusting her rhythm. "Oh, this is gonna kill them. Okay, okay, we need to test this with music. I gotta make sure the wings pop at the right moment."
I cracked my neck. "Yeah, you do that. I am going to bed."
She pointed at me. "You are the best fake little brother ever."
"Yeah, I know."
Nejire twirled again, watching the light flicker across the fabric. "Damn. I am really about to steal the whole show."
I leaned against the wall. "You better."
–
I got Mom and Eri, and we were just about ready to head out when Nejire burst in like she was the owner of the house.
The second she saw Eri, she gasped so hard I thought she was choking. “Oh my god, she is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Eri shifted slightly, fingers gripping the hem of her festival yukata. She looked at Nejire, then back down, like she wasn’t sure what to do with all the attention.
Nejire crouched in front of her. “Eri, you are an absolute angel. Where did you get this outfit? Who picked it? Was it you? I bet it was your mom… no, wait, was it Ryuu?”
Eri glanced at me, unsure.
I shrugged. “Mom found it.”
Nejire clasped her hands together. “Auntie, you have the best taste.” She looked back at Eri. “You look adorable. Like, dangerously adorable.”
Eri shifted again. “Oh.”
Mom smiled. “She is still getting used to compliments.”
Nejire gasped like it was the worst thing she ever heard. “Okay, well, we’re changing that today. Eri, you look amazing, and you should always know that.”
Eri blinked up at her, then nodded slowly. “Okay.”
Nejire beamed. “Yes! We are making progress already.”
I adjusted my wristbands. “We leaving or what?”
Nejire stood up, stretching like she just rolled out of bed. “Yes, yes, we are leaving.” She turned to Mom and grinned. “You look amazing too.”
Mom gave her a look. “You could stand to look a little less surprised.”
“Not surprised! Just appreciating the beauty in front of me,” Nejire said, waving a hand. “It is important to acknowledge these things, Ryuu doesn’t do it enough.”
I scoffed. “I say it when it matters.”
Nejire nudged me. “Which is never.”
Mom approached with a grin that was way too pleased. “So,” she said, low enough that Eri wouldn’t hear, “I heard you two making noise in Ryuu’s room last night.”
Nejire blinked. “Huh?”
Mom’s smirk deepened. “You know. Middle of the night. Loud voices. Door closed. Lots of ‘oohs’ and ‘ahhs.’”
Nejire’s whole face scrunched. “Wait, what…” Then it hit. Her eyes widened. “Oh my god, no…”
I sighed. “Mom.”
She ignored me, looking directly at Nejire. “Just wondering, should I be expecting grandkids soon, or are you two taking it slow?”
Nejire flailed so hard she nearly smacked Eri. “It was about a dress! A dress, Auntie! I was trying it on!”
Mom raised an eyebrow. “Trying it on, huh?”
Nejire groaned. “Not like that!”
Mom tapped her chin. “You know, you are making it sound more suspicious.”
“I…I…” Nejire turned to me. “Help me!”
I shrugged. “You were pretty loud.”
She gawked. “You… TRAITOR!”
Mom nodded. “That was what I thought.”
Nejire pointed aggressively. “You are the worst.”
“I know,” I said.
Eri, oblivious, tugged at Nejire’s sleeve. “What kind of dress?”
Nejire turned so fast she nearly tripped. “A contest dress! For Miss Con!”
Eri tilted her head. “What is Miss Con?”
Nejire grinned, fully switching gears. “It’s this super cool contest where we get to show off our style, charm, and talent! And this year, I’m totally gonna win!”
Eri nodded slowly. “Oh.”
Mom hummed. “Still didn’t deny the loud noises in the room, though.”
Nejire groaned. “AUNTIE.”
I checked my phone. “We done? Festival is starting.”
Mom smiled. “Of course, of course. Don’t let me stop you from enjoying your little dates.”
Nejire turned back, nearly tripping over herself. “IT WASN’T…”
I grabbed her wrist. “We are leaving.”
Eri followed, glancing between us. “You are very loud.”
Nejire threw her hands up. “Oh god…”
We reached the festival entrance, where the crowd was already gathering. Students had their booths set up, music played from different corners, and the smell of food filled the air. Eri looked around, gripping the sleeve of my jacket.
I crouched next to her. “Alright. What is first?”
She hesitated. “Food?”
Nejire beamed. “Great choice!” She spun toward the stands. “Come, my tiny apprentice, we have a mission!”
Eri blinked. “A mission?”
“Yep! To find the best festival snack!” Nejire held out a hand. “Shall we?”
Eri looked at her hand, then at me. I nodded. She reached out and took it.
Nejire grinned. “Let’s go!”
I followed as they weaved through the festival, Nejire dramatically announcing each food stand like it was some grand discovery. Eri didn’t say much, but she watched everything, eyes moving from stall to stall. She stopped at one selling candied apples.
Nejire crouched. “Wanna try?”
Eri nodded.
Nejire looked at me expectantly.
I sighed and paid. “You are bleeding me dry.”
She took the apple and handed it to Eri, who inspected it before taking a small bite. She chewed, blinked, then took another.
Nejire gasped. “Verdict?”
Comments
TheFanficGOD
Hehe, best is yet to come
Marvin Baltes
Man, crafting room is ryu's most wholesome power as he has only used it for wholesome stuff currently
hector lyng
What a sweet chapter, it's going to give me cavities, I loved it.
