Back to the Laundromat

With the rest of the school on their way to class, Izumi and Ochako instead continue on their way away from the premises. By now, the two are already far away, prompting Izumi to begin doubting her friend. "Are you sure it's close? We're kinda far away already don't you think?" Her voice is unsure, pitched up slightly in a way that would make someone close to her raise an eyebrow, someone not already under the same transformative spell that is...

Uraraka blushes, trying to look confident in herself. "Yeah... I guess it is a little farther than I thought. Guess those short walks down here aren't all that short... Sorry about that..."

Izumi sighs, but smiles. For some reason even though they're gonna be late for class, she can't exactly get too upset over it. "S'okay, let's just hurry."

"Right!"

Eventually, the girls reach their destination, the constant humming of washing machines and cheap electronics suddenly interrupted by the ding of a bell. The front door suddenly swings open, alerting the owner to the bombshells walking into his establishment.

With the sudden intrusion, an old man is startled awake, raising his head from the counter. "Wah- huh?" His eyes fall on the girls. "Oh... uh... morning Ochako..."

Uraraka waves back casually, a bright smile on her face. "Morning Mr Hayashi!" She says in a sing-song voice. The old man blushes, his body stiff as a board.

Pointing to a door leading to the back, Uraraka looks to Izumi. "That's where the lost and found is, just by the broken machines." She leads the bimbofied girl through the building, past the sub-par appliances barely chugging along to clean the local resident's clothes.

Reaching the door, Uraraka flicks a light switch on, the dark room illuminated in the dim flickering light hanging from the ceiling. Izumi steps in behind her, closing the door at the owner's request, something about a draft coming from back here. And right as the door clicks behind her, Izumi feels it, the emergency exit, an old door with ample room between it and the floor sits at the other end of the room. Daylight floods onto the floor, stopping just at the edge of Izumi's feet.

The green haired girl's face scrunches up, the dust accumulating in the room bringing on a sneeze. As Uraraka pulls out an old chest, Izumi opens her mouth. "H-hey Ochako... are you- Ah- ACHOO!.... Are you sure about this?" She rubs her nose, sniffling.

Uraraka hums to herself, wiggling her pert butt as she finishes dragging the chest out from under a worn in couch. "Hm? Oh yeah, this place has helped me out with SO many shopping trips. I know it doesn't look the nicest, but Mr Hayashi knows what to keep and what to throw out~"

Izumi rubs her arm, the fabric of her sleeve tight as her chest threatens to pop out of its confines. She doesn't answer, instead just focusing on her breathing... that strange heat in her tummy has come back once again, despite the cool atmosphere of the room.

"Hehe, like this, check this out!" Uraraka stands up, quickly turning around and placing her hands on her hips triumphantly. Her loud voice distracting Izumi from the sensation swirling within her. "Aren't these just adorable?!" Adorning her face are new accessories, a pink hairband and plastic clip on hoop earrings. She giggles to herself, making dramatic poses to play up the style of the junk.

Izumi can't help but laugh. "Ahaha! Okay okay..." She can't help but admit it, they do look kinda cute... "What else do they have in there?"

The two spend the next while looting and trying on clothes in the back. Their scattered brains forgetting about the real reason they came here, they put on a show for eachother. Izumi takes her jacket off, even stripping her tight dress shirt to try on an old t-shirt featuring the mascot of a local Cafe. Uraraka blushes when her shirt falls to the floor, hearts in her eyes as she stares at Izumi's ample cleavage.

Barely able to pull it over her breasts, Izumi huffs, deciding it looks fine as a crop top. "...So?" She asks, arching her back and putting her hands behind her head.

Uraraka's mouth hangs open. Every contour of Izumi's body is clearly visible under the tight fabric. "You're beautiful...." She mutters under her breath. Utterly distracted, it takes her a few moments of adoration to actually notice the symbol on the shirt. "What... what's that?"

Izumi giggles, her pose dropping from confident to nervous as she folds her arms. "Heh... it's uh, I just think the cat is cute... and All Might promoted the Cafe a few years ago..." She looks to the side, the silence after her response unbearable. "I still can't get the commercial jingle out of my head..."