Kirishima Outfits Novels & Stories

Her voice was efficient, professional, but I could tell she’d recited this kind of information more times than she cared to. Three days. While I’d been drifting in fever dreams, Rowan had been… what? Meeting with his council? Giving orders? Deciding where I fit into his new arrangement? Iris handed me a stack of folded clothing. It was soft fabric, plain but well-made. “The doctor left instructions. Wear these every day. They’re designed for omega work , easy to move in with your injuries while they heal and easy to clean.” I stared down at the clothes in my hands and took stock of their muted colors and simple lines. They were practical. A uniform. But at least they were clean.

More importantly, what was this prison meant to contain? I needed to get back and be ready for Iris's pack initiation ceremony. The pack was having a huge bonfire party later tonight, Gemini tells me that it's gonna be fun as she helps me pick out what dress to wear. "How about this one?" She held out a red, high slit dress. I shook my head. It was a beautiful dress but it felt too over the top for the occasion, and I was never really a fan of the color red. Ten dresses later, "What about this?" She picked out a black dress which I completely agreed with. It wasn't too much or less, it just seemed perfect for the occasion.

Several other items I hope are just to keep the fantasy going. We’re already dressed in our costumes. I’m in fitted black trousers, a soft sleeveless tunic and no shoes. The collar at my throat is the only thing I’m wearing that’s mine. Kir is in black trousers, a black shirt with a high collar like a priest would wear, and a long charcoal coat. He looks hot as fuck. The disciplinarian look, apparently, is just Kir in the clothes I would like to dress him in all the time if he’d let me.

“We need a full wardrobe for Iris here. Clothes, shoes, everything.” Lila’s smile faded slightly, but she nodded politely. “Of course. Right this way.” I followed them reluctantly, pretending not to notice the way her eyes stared at my bruised knuckles. We went through clothes first. Jasmine grabbed clothes off the hangers one after another, and tossed them at me. There were dresses, jeans, sweaters, half of it I was sure I would never wear, but she didn’t care. Jasmine raised a red dress in front of me with a mischievous grin. “This one. It’s perfect, bold, fiery, and it also says, ‘don’t mess with me or I’ll punch you.’”

"Sweet and innocent cute lady." "I need you reminded that if you even dare inhale the same air she breathes, I'll have your neck and I'm not joking." My voice is stern. Asami stands. It was then I noticed her outfit. She's dressed in a black cooperate jumpsuit with center buttons that lines from the collar to her torso. A black belt, the same material as the jumpsuit, is tied around her waist and she has a long, black, leather jacket on. "Protective. Quite charming, watashi no ai."

Sometimes it would even be as different as how they dress. For example: their pack was the only one who wore kimonos to prominent events. Shiro wore a simple black one. There was no need to have intricate designs or artwork. That would distract them from the things he needed to say. His hair went to his lower back when it was down. He got it from his mother and grandfather. It was as black as night and as straight as the wooden boards on the ground. He had put it up in a simple ponytail, allowing it to lie on his neck and blend in with his dark outfit. The only thing that stood out against his clothing was a necklace that his grandfather had given him. It was a red medallion that rested on h

"Well, we were just congratulating Sa…" "Hey! What took you so long, Sakiko?" Sasuke quickly asked, cutting Bashira short in her speech. "Sorry about that. I just umm, well Itsumi wouldn't let me wear what I wanted. She specifically picked this outfit for me. I told her it wasn't a date or anything, but she insisted." "Yeah about dates and stuff, that was…" "Yeah, you look absolutely stunning in that outfit," Sasuke chipped in, interrupting Bashira for the second time.

Linaria responds with a knowing smirk. The girls get dressed to go cause some trouble. Linaria in a maroon camisole with magenta swirls across it, accommodated by a matching maroon mini skirt, black tights, and maroon combat boots. And Kir with green and purple camisole, a seafoam green plaid mini skirt with chains, a studded black leather jacket, and green and purple boots.

So, they arrived in New York much earlier than Yashita and Sheldon. Charlie asked Isaac to coordinate the helicopter owned by Shangri-La, and after the Ito family had landed and cleared customs, they were taken to Shangri-La immediately. Nanako was still wearing the same kimono she had worn when she had left her house, and Yahiko was also wearing the same hakama. Since they were planning to celebrate Yahiko’s birthday before they left, it was not just Nanako and her father, Yahiko, who were wearing traditional Japanese clothing, but Nanako’s aunt, Emi, and Yahiko’s loyal subordinate, Hiroshi, were also wearing similar traditional clothing.

Hikaru says, leaning over the counter to kiss me before ordering a matcha latte. “Who is she?” Casey asks. “Hikaru isn’t a girl, they are non-binary and yeah, they are kind of like… a semi feminine…oh shit! That is the first time I have seen Hiku in a skirt and they are super cute!” I say, noticing what Hikaru has on. They have on a little short schoolgirl skirt in pink and white thigh-high stockings with platform Mary Janes and cropped hoodie over a pink harness, that is just showing when they raise their arms up to pull themself up and sit on the edge of the counter.