"Kya!"

As Creati moves to stand, it all goes by so fast.

A thread on her skirt and sleeveless turtleneck catch on the chair as she moves to stand. As she does, the heel on one of her shoes snaps. With a cry, she falls forward, the latte going flying as she falls into your arms.

As she falls, the loose thread on each garment causes her top and skirt to completely fall apart, like the weave came undone. Her bracelet and necklace fall apart like the wire holding the flexible part together snapped, while even her earrings come loose and fall from her ears. Her feet go into the air during her fall, sending both heels flying. Side-tie panties come undone, fluttering to the floor. When Creati lands on top of you on the floor, she's as naked as the day she was born.

After a groan, she raises her head from your chest, shaking it... Then the latte lands on her head, cup upside down and soaking her hair with hot milk and coffee.

"Oh god, I'm sorry!" you cry, bringing the arm not protectively holding Creati up to cover your eyes.

"I-It's okay! I don't know what I expected to happen... I should've known your Quirk would activate, but..." She blushes, burying her face in your chest to hide it. "I didn't think it would all come down so suddenly... You really do have a fearsome Quirk... Your girlfriend must be a brave woman to date you despite it."

"I... don't have a girlfriend. Never have," you say, teeth grit. Her bare breasts are squishing against your chest. You can feel them even through your apron!

"Boyfriend?" she asks.

"Ha! I wouldn't mind it, but no, never had a boyfriend either... Any lover I have would have to either never touch me or get used to being naked around me... I can't subject that to anyone," you explain.

You feel a hand on your arm. It gently moves your hand away from your eyes. A naked Creati is staring at your face from atop your chest. "You're still wearing the glasses I made you?"

Your cheeks tint pink. "Yeah... They fit well, they're a better prescription than my last pair... And they were made by you. I kind of wanted to hang onto them... Memento of meeting you. Stupid, I know..."

Her cheeks are read but the smile on her face is warm and bashful. "So you've never had a girlfriend?"

You shake your head.

"Do you want one?"

You frown. "I can't imagine any woman would want-"

She places a slender finger on your lips to silence you. "Answer the question. Do you want one?"

You just nod.

"Then would you like to-"

The front door to the coffee shop jingles.