"Kyaaa!"

"Kyaaa!"

As Creati places the glasses on you, her hands brush your skin and hair, immediately causing her hair tie and bikini straps to come undone. You catch a sight of her curves, bare skin, and ample breasts before you turn away.

"See?" you sigh.

"I didn't expect it to be... uh... that strong," Creati stammers from behind you.

"Now you see why I can't touch women..." you explain, reaching up to adjust the glasses she made for you. Wow, it may have only been a guess at your prescription, but... These actually might be better than your last pair. What are the odds?

"Okay, I've got it tied again. You can turn around now."

You grimace, still facing away. "Yeah, I'd rather not... Look can you just... lead me to the police so I can make my statement and get to work?"

There's a silence for a moment, then she says "...Uh, okay."

After that, you don't look at Creati as you both climb out of the pillow pile and leave the alley in silence. People stare at her as she leads you around the block to where the incident occurred, following the flashing police lights, but a glance at her shows she doesn't seem to mind at all. She's probably used to walking around in barely nothing what with her Pro Hero work.

The police take your statement and you go on your way to your job at the coffee shop. You step inside, narrowly avoiding running into a woman who's leaving with her arms full of four paper cups of hot joe and a box of donuts. Great, what are you going to tell the manager about how late you are? Then again, a Villain attack is probably a great excuse, especially since you have police records to place you at the scene.

You've worked at this coffee shop since you were fifteen, so about four years now. You've had some close calls, but miraculously, you've never had an incident with your Quirk that you haven't been able to pass off as an unrelated wardrobe malfunction. In fact, by some further miracle, no one at the shop even knows your Quirk. They know you're not Quirkless, but the fact you change the subject or make a little joke whenever anyone asks you what it is means there's even a betting pool going on among the night shift workers as to just what it is. Yamamoto apparently has 4,000 yen on laser vision because of your glasses. As for your shift partner...

"Senpai!" a voice chirps from the counter.