Getting Hawaiian

I smirked to myself even picturing what I wanted.

"Oh no. That's not a good look" Ochako teased

"I was thinking of having you dress like a hula girl, Momo" I said

Wasting no time, seeming to even use her quirk without trying to, a grass skirt came pouring from her stomach, followed by a coconut bra, and a variety of flower bands.

"No peeking!" Ochako said with a smile as she covered my eyes. When she removed her hands, I was blown away.

Momo was now standing before me, the coconut bra pressed tightly against her breasts, covering surprisingly little of her form. The grass skirt clung to her with only a little bit of string, the grass itself stretching only just past the bottom of her butt.

She had a pair of flat sandals on her feet, and a ring of flowers around both ankles, both wrists, her head, and a lei around her neck.

"Is... uh... is this what you wanted?" she said, looking down at her feet bashfully.

"It looks great" I said with a smile, causing her to blush.

I wondered to myself if I could convince her to do a hula dance for me. Obviously I couldn't make it a trigger, at least not yet. But she may do it.

I could also just move onto Ochako though, who was clearly getting visibly impatient.