Kirishima Outfits Novels & Stories

Grabbing her matching shorts she pulls them on as well, looking at herself in the mirror she smiles as she pulls the towel off her head. Combing it with her brush she smiles as she lets it hang down, over her shoulders and down her back, she loved the color maroon, not sure what it was but it was just a beautiful color. Hearing the door open she puts her sugar skull kimono on, walking out she sees one of his men, “I’m sorry, I thought you were someone else..” she blushes pulling her kimono shut.

She knows this is just an excuse for Naomi to skip classes. "Well, let's get our faces cleaned up," she declared. After an hour, as the sun was just setting on the horizon, Iris found herself looking at the floor in length. She is wearing a pink dress with multiple layers of a pink and white layered skirt. The skirt is short and reaches just mid-thigh. The bodice is corset-style with lace detailing all over. It's leaving her shoulders exposed. Iris is looking hot. Tasha is wearing a blue wrap-around top and a pair of jeans. Naomi is wearing a red body con dress. They look hot. Naomi has jet black pixie-style hair. And she is super hot. Tasha has short blond hair. She is beautiful.

And also all of her belongings except that man's clothes. "Okay. You scared me." She muttered again as she put the clothes back in the suitcase. She hastily changed into light clothes and didn't forget to wear a bikini because she would go sunbathing. Don't forget the cream-colored floppy hat she brought too. Who cares about that men's suit. Maybe she was hallucinating. "Aloha, Miss." Iris smiled sweetly in response to the man's greeting, who opened the hotel door. "Maholo." Iris wore an off-shoulder long dress with a sunflower pattern with a slit on the left thigh. The bright yellow color makes it stand out from the rest. It's an outfit that invites the eye to see.

His eyes were light blue that contrasted his fur. “I stand as a representative of the five nations of the Cobalt Union. We also have prepared counter measures to face the enemy. Who are we up against anyway?” Shima asked the question that was in everybody’s minds. Shima was a fish beastman, or more generally called a fishman. Shima’s skin was a mixture of fish scales on top of human skin that were both soft blue in colour. He had five gills on each side of his neck that were constantly expanding and shrinking as he ‘breathed’. His hair was long with green-blue colour and was curly. His eyes were so dark brown that it almost seemed black. His attire was the japanese yukata that exposed a part

And she has no idea just how dangerous that is. “What do you think?” Kira asks. “That jumpsuit should be illegal on you,” I respond in a loud voice to make sure Damian hears every compliment I give her. She shifts slightly, her fingers brushing her waist. “It’s the same one Katie tried on earlier. But different color.” I chuckle. “Exactly. And now it’s finally being worn right.” Beside me, Damian stiffens and Katie steps out in a short purple dress, clearly expecting a reaction but she doesn’t get one… Damian’s eyes are still glued to Kira, and that alone makes Katie’s smile falter.

His skin was darker tan and he had big onyx eyes filled with mirth. He was also wearing Shouha themed windlet uniform which comprised of light brown shirt for tops with two pockets on the chest. He was also wearing ¾ sized pants in dark brown color which ends were slipped into a pair of dark brown boots. His outfit was the same as Darrion, minus the ¾ sized pants and boots, as Darrion was wearing a pants that’s just slightly past his knees and he kept his lightweight shoes. Mika and Kotori also wore this kind of brown themed outfits, but Mika was wearing shoes with short heels. Their outfits were actually simple except two people, Gilbert and Saburo.

you can fight against it. Iris couldn't decipher the message. She trusts Medicia and hopefully made the right decision to obey and let the events in her life pave the way. After changing out of her clothes wearing a simple white tank top paired with dark blue denim jacket, leggings and a black heeled bootie. Few servants paused from their work and stared amazingly at Iris. This was a huge difference from the military uniform to a casual outfit. The clothes hugged her hourglass figure, it was common for them to see her in a uniform but not in casual clothes. Iris shivered as if there were thousands of eyes staring at her from behind. Can't they focus on their work first?

I must pull myself away, or I will crawl back into bed and ditch the Summit. I ready myself for the day with a quick shower and shave. I dress in more formal attire for today’s events. Having missed yesterday, I want to make a good impression on her and our people. Kimarhi’s dresses are custom-made. I noticed them last time I was here and got clothes that matched. Black slacks with a deep purple dress shirt and black vest, no blazer as it’s too hot. All name brands form a big city on the mainland, but by whom I had no clue. Mother was the one to buy them for me, but they’ve never been used till now.

They glared at each other. “Fine,” Kira said. “Compromise. You wear a nice dress…not this one—and I won’t tell everyone about the time you tripped over your own feet and face-planted into a training dummy.” “That was ONE TIME and the dummy was in a stupid place—” “Do we have a deal?” “…Fine.” Kira produced a different dress. It was still fancy, but at least it looked like it belonged in the current century. Deep green, simple lines, no puff sleeves in sight.

The owner, naturally, was over the moon and quickly ushered his wife and a young assistant to help introduce us to their top range. Despite the presence of Patricia, I had fun trying on kimonos, laughing with Isaac as we compared our favorites. I ended up choosing a light-green one and a blue one, since the pattern of the two thick fabrics was nice. “I’m going to wear this one”—Isaac pointed to the dark-brown kimono, one of the two he had chosen—“tomorrow night for the dinner party. What about you, Haru?” I said, “I think I’ll go for the green one.”