Truthfully

“It...uh...crap, this is REALLY awkward...” you stammer out, the intensity in Fuuzoku’s gaze diminishing as she realizes just how shy you are on the subject. That is one thing you truly appreciate about her, the ability to recognize boundaries.

“Ren...” she says, catching you off guard. You’re so used to being called ‘Senpai’ your actual name sounds almost alien coming from Fuuzoku. “what’s wrong? Is it really that embarrassing?”

You take a deep breath, mentally fortifying yourself for the sheer awkwardness of explaining this curse of yours to what is effectively your only friend.

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One very long explanation later, Fuuzoku is left fully informed, yet utterly baffled by what she’s heard. “So that’s why you never let anyone touch you...” she says, piecing together the last remnants of the puzzle.

“And why I try to keep a low profile. Not exactly the most heroic superpower.” You say, hand on your forehead.

Momo, now wearing a newly materialized robe, simply nods in affirmation.

“And considering the whole creation quirk thing you have going, I imagine you’re that Creati hero.” Fuuzoku says, pointing at Momo.

“Yeah, I wanted to keep a low profile here. Needless to say, kinda failed.” She states, looking bashfully towards the shower drain, suddenly finding the screws particularly eyecatching.

“Huh...” Fuuzoku grunts, mulling over this new information for a time. A somewhat awkward silence falls over the room as the three of you sit there. Nobody is quite sure what to say and the fact one of you is basically nude isn’t really helping matters.

You decide to bite the bullet, clear your throat, and take this opportunity to speak up. “You know, Fuuzoku, this actually saves me a bit of hassle. Momo and I were talking about inviting you to the movies later. Do you want to join us?”