Deku Normal Clothes Novels & Stories

Because seeing her so angry, so consumed with fear and guilt, made me yearn to make it go away. So I woke up this morning with a goal set in place. I would take my years of training and go to the man who saved me and tell him I was ready. Deku, my dragon, was also eager to go out into the world and explore while we could. I walked out of my room, making sure I wore casual clothes instead of my fighting leathers. My knives were placed into my underarm holsters under my leather jacket. My ripped jeans feeling a little more freeing than my typical fighting pants. I cut my brown hair short and gelled it back. I wore a couple of gold rings and made sure my combat boots were tied uptight.

Although I had no idea why this place was chosen for today’s class, I did know that being here meant I needed to get rid of my modern clothing. A few minutes later, we arrived at a room. There were neatly folded white fabrics. They were obviously the clothes that I should change into. I nodded to the servant, and he took a bow, leaving me alone to change my clothing. I picked up the white fabric, ready to put it on and— A druimuity? Really? A druimuity was an all-white silk shirt and pant that was always too oversized for anyone wearing it. Since I was born, I had never seen this thing fit anyone. It always made one look like a sick, dehydrated outcast.

I walked over to the bed and sat beside Bjorn and just gathered him in my arms, drawing him close and burying my face in his hair to inhale the sweet scent of his shampoo. “Mom?” Bjorn wriggled in my arms. “Can you…” “Sorry.” I released him, leaning back, and wiped at my eyes. “You look great, kiddo. Do you like the clothes?” Bjorn nodded and looked down at the uniform. It was a dark blue tunic with silver embroidery along the edges, paired with black pants. “I do like it,” he said. “Gideon—I mean… Dad said it’s traditional. It’s a little hot, but not too uncomfortable.”

And this time, he was thankful that no one could reprimand him once he sneaked out along with Althy and Rade. The cousins reminded him not to wear winter clothing so they wouldn’t catch much attention when they arrived in Argia. He chose the simple gray tunic accented with silver, paired with black pants and leather boots. He wore a cloak without hesitation since he was used to it, as regular clothing in this world. He picked the crimson-colored with a silver brooch.

The air was thick with male dominance, as if each one was trying to see whose dick was bigger. With Rourke standing in front, blocking us mostly from the gawking view of the bastard security guards, the Alpha was trying to assess us. We both had made sure to wear normal clothing, just shirts and blue jeans. Not the usual jumpsuit of the everyday adult worker in Aurelia, but also not the normal rags that some Aurelians could only afford, which would turn to shreds after washing a few times. But even with casual clothing, you could tell we had more weight and more muscle than the average human.

Prince Dakar needed to get to the roof of his castle. He pulled off his animal fur regalia and wore a black dress shirt. He tied his hair in a very messy bun and wore black pants alongside black boots. He grabbed his phone and walked out of his room. “She is beautiful,” Derek, his wolf said in his head. He stopped walking and frowned. “Stop-talking-about-her,” he gritted angrily.

“There’s no wrong way to be Debbie. Loud or quiet, strong or gentle, curious or careful—all of those are good ways to be a person.” We spent the rest of the afternoon unpacking her things from Darkwood Pack. As I sorted through her clothes, I found items I’d never seen before—frilly dresses in pastel colors, shoes with small heels that seemed impractical for a child, a jewelry box filled with delicate necklaces and bracelets. “Kelsey bought me lots of pretty things,” Debbie said, watching me examine a particularly elaborate dress. I held up one of her old t-shirts—bright blue with a dinosaur on the front. “What’s wrong with this? It was your favorite”

Looking around, they were the only ones there. Zhong Keke looked at Gu Lichen's outfit today. He was wearing a white top, black pants, and shoes. The simple black and white outfit set off his model-like figure and made him look clean, smart, and collected.

I asked as my smile faded and a frown no doubt formed on my face. “ Nervousness isn’t funny, I have so many cases of those, and I don’t make jokes about them.” She said simply. “ But they’re not his childr-“ “- Valora help me with Zeus’s bath will you?” I heard Kade say. I turned around and found him casually dressed in a black, long-sleeved shirt that stuck to his body and dark blue jeans with black and white sneakers on. He looked like how he used to in high school, especially with his hair slicked back and his glasses on.