Explain your Quirk

No... You're not a good liar. It could just lead to consequences. The truth is always the best policy.

You continue searching for your glasses, trying your best not to look at Creati. "It was my Quirk..."

"Your Quirk?" she asks from behind you.

"Well, more like a curse... When I touch people, I destroy their clothes."

She's silent and you can't bare to look and see what her reaction is. At least searching for your glasses gives you a reason to not look at her.

"But it's not intentional, is it?" she finally asks.

"No, not at all!" You whirl around, only to blush, cover your eyes, and return to looking for your glasses at the sight of Creati's naked, womanly body.

"I can't turn it off. I can only control its intensity, and even then, only barely," you explain, sighing. "It's tied to my emotional state. So long as I'm calm and exhibiting self control, it just causes wardrobe malfunctions in women I touch. Straps snap, waistbands loosen, belts come undone, buttons pop, skirts flip... It's horrible. When my heart gets pumping, it can affect men and I can outright disintegrate clothes, even from a distance."

You stop searching the pillow pile a moment, sighing. "I'm an enemy of women..."

Creati is silent for a while. When she speaks, her voice is soft. "Do you... you don't touch people much, do you?"

You give a single, sad chuckle. "Ha. No, I don't... Sometimes I can at least shake a guy's hand, but if I don't want to embarrass or expose people, I have to avoid any and all human contact... I can't really be affectionate, can I?"

Creati is silent. You groan and search the pillows for your glasses, wanting the ground to swallow you up.