Casual, but not lazy.

You figure you're just showing a girl to your favorite gaming cafe. But you don't want to look like you threw on whatever for an average day. So you pick out a pair of gray cargo pants, a plain white T-shirt with the Star Wars logo on it, and a white and light blue flannel shirt worn open. As per basic men's fashion rules, your black belt is the same color as your black sneakers. Your messenger bag goes over your shoulder where it always rests. It's got everything you need for being on the go, after all.

After cooking yourself some natto and an omelet for lunch, you head out. You have a driver's license, but you don't own a car, which is why you walk everywhere. Which, yes, you realize is a bad idea with an involuntary touch-based Quirk like yours. But you manage to mitigate this by being very conscious of your spatial awareness, though this often makes you look like you're giving people more personal space than is required. You've even had a few people ask if you were abused since some of your excess-space-giving is apparently reminiscent of someone who grew up with stunted self-esteem from being told they were a waste of space or they were inconveniencing others growing up. For crowded rush hour foot traffic, you'll typically just try and use your phone to look for the least crowded routes, sometimes even taking backstreets. Luckily Random and Mos Eisley Coffee are both within simple walking distance of your apartment, so you don't have to take subways often.

You arrive at the cafe of your work without issue, moving to stand next to the door door and wait. You're not waiting long when a familiar "Ren-san!" hits your ear. You turn to the source and your eyebrows raise at the sight of Everything Hero: Creati. No, wait, she's off-duty. Right now, she's Momo Yaoyorozu.

Momo is wearing more than you've ever seen her wear, barring her attempt at covert interrogation the other day at work. A red flowing skirt comes from a matching cincher-looking band at her waist, reaching mid-shin and making ripple-like movements as she approaches. Her feet, dainty but toughened from Pro Hero work, are secured in a pair of simple red, strappy sandals. Her dress's upper half is a white, shoulder-baring garment with a ruffled neckline and sleeves that end just past her elbows with the same ruffles as the neckline. It's printed with little bouquets of red flowers complete with green stems. She doesn't look to have anything else on her, not even a purse. But then again, you suppose you're the one showing her Random. If she wants a snack or soda, you could always buy her one.

Momo's brisk pace isn't a run, more of a fast walk. She stops in front of you, a small red tint to her cheeks that you're positive is just from power walking the way here. She smiles up at you, grabbing her skirt and giving a twirl, ending in a tiny curtsy. "So? How do I look?"