Rui Kamishiro Outfit Novels & Stories

And talk to Cassiel. I looked at myself in the mirror. If you ignore the sadness in my eyes, you’d think I was beautiful. I'm wearing a soft, dreamy outfit that feels like something out of a romantic countryside fairytale. My top is a delicate, off-white knit camisole with thin straps and a subtle floral embroidery in the center—it's fitted and feminine, hugging my shape without being too tight. It has a slightly vintage, handmade charm.

I felt good and I was really looking forward to the evening. My slender body was adorned with a pink kimono that was black at the edges after a beautiful floral pattern led there. The obi, i.e. the wide belt that held my outfit together, was also black. I thought that was a good mix. The equally dark wig, in which I artfully stuck lotus and hibiscus leaves and chopsticks, was just adorable. I wore a hikizuri, i.e. a kimono for younger people, which also made them look childish. So he was perfect for me.

But said nothing. It struck me how deeply I had missed them like I was gone for years without seeing them though it was not even a day we didn't see each other. As my eyes shifted from their eyes to their garment, I noticed the simplicity of their choice of clothing. Kallum wore a plain red T-shirt, while Kazimir chose a white one. The contrasting colors mirrored their distinct personalities, with Kallum's vibrant red representing his relaxed personality and Kazimir's fair white reflecting his calm and composed nature.

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.

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

I’d fallen asleep without a shower and in the same clothes from yesterday. I pulled out my first business suit of the weekend. Mizuki had packed for me and labeled my outfits with instructions. She always wanted to make sure I didn’t go overboard with tactical gear. I was wearing what she had picked out for me. It was a Black double breasted suit with wide legged trousers that still hugged my ass. It was form fitting. I had an ivory colored blouse that dipped to show my cleavage. Mizuki loved reminding me that I was still a woman, not just an Alpha.

The craftsmanship, the quiet elegance, it felt like stepping into another century. Footsteps approached. Haruto Suzuki entered first, impeccable in a charcoal kimono-style jacket over tailored trousers. Beside him walked the interpreter I recognized from the waterfront lounge, and a woman who could only be his wife. She is stunning, flawless porcelain skin, long black hair pinned in an elegant twist, wearing a deep plum kimono embroidered with silver cranes. She looked no older than me, maybe twenty-five or twenty-six, but carried herself with the quiet confidence of someone who’d grown up knowing exactly who she was.

It was worth a try. I released the strap I was toying with, letting it ‘accidentally’ slip off my arm. The outfit I'd chosen for this livestream—a sheer white ruffled camisole with a black mesh trim, black ribbons and faux pearls for straps— by some twist of luck, coincidentally matched what the ‘bride’ was wearing in the story, giving off a princess-like seduction.

She had been ordered by Bjorn to choose their outfit for a later occasion. "This is all beautiful..." Sumire uttered under her breath. They were in his bedroom. With so many clothes piled in front of her, she had a really hard time choosing his outfit, especially since everything was suitable for Mort. One suit caught her attention. It was a prince-like white suit embellished with gold accents matching with a long white coat, crafted with distinguished elegance.

An off-white ruffled fabric hung on Mai's left hip, accented by gold lining and two gold chains with a tassel hanging from the front. 'Not completely masculine but also not too feminine. Just the right combination of both, which matches Mai.' Observing the rose design etched onto Mai's outfit, not to mention the quality of the material, Maria realized that, 'Yep, this set definitely came from Red Royal Queen’s Rose Princess collection.' "Oh, and I didn't come alone! Julian, get over here and stop hiding behind me!" fussed Mai, followed by a cute squeak as a blushing adorable boy with ombre purple hair and big citrine orange eyes stood in front of her.