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Nana Hiiragi, a name that strikes fear into the minds of the criminal underworld. Despite her being talentless, her analytical skills and knowledge allowed her a spot in the academy; a school dedicated to train talented in rescue missions and fighting crime. While for Nana she chose to work as a detective for the police force. One might assume when the school dance came around, she already had a dress prepared for when her girlfriend, Michiru Inukai, asked her to attend the school dance. You are wrong.
“Stupid, stupid stupid.” Nana said to herself. “Sure Michiru I’ll go to the dance with you, even though I have no knowledge about fashion.” Nana chastised to herself. “Come on, there has to be something here that could work.” She grunted as she continued to scavenge her closet for something that was at least presentable for the dance. Clothes laid scattered around her in heaps of wrinkled fabric, the piles becoming bigger with each piece of cloth she tossed away. Combined with the fact that her room was always littered with board games that were always left open, pieces scattered across the floor, games haphazardly placed inside their cases, and the fact that a pile of games that Nana actually put away looked more like a cocoon. This made her room seem more like a giant tent caterpillar nest. “Is there seriously nothing inside my closet! I just need a dress or some-”
“I can’t believe it, you somehow made your room even more dirty than it already was.” “Kyouya!”. Two voices interrupted her search, one was monotone while the other was more upbeat despite the fact that the upbeat voice was scolding the monotone one. Nana turned her to where she heard the voices. Standing just outside the door frame were two of her friends. The first one was Kyouya Onodera--his talent gave him Immortality--no matter what harmed him he always came back fire, ice, acid, heights, bullets, poison he always healed. Aside from the standard navy blue school uniform, he had messy white hair and teal eyes. He was the closest thing Nana had to a rival. Both had high IQs, excellent skills in deduction, and both were disaster gays that were socially awkward. The second was Nanao Nakajima, Kyouka’s boyfriend, whose talent was Body Manipulation. His talent allowed him to manipulate bodily functions the heart, brain, muscles and eyes, he can also help the body heal faster to reattach limbs and neutralize other talents for a short period of time. But, there are some drawbacks, first his talent can only work up close and mid range(4.5 meters), he can’t affect someone very far away. Second he can’t regrow lost limbs; his talent only allows him to help reattach limbs faster. Aside from the school uniform, he has greenish black shoulder length hair and blue eyes. It didn’t surprise Nana that someone shy and kind hearted as Nano befriended and later dated the socially awkward Kyouya.
“Why are you two here”, Nana asked. “We heard you yelling to yourself and so we decided to see what was wrong” answered Nanao, “So what's wrong”. “I’m trying to find something to wear for the dance, but no matter what I try nothing seems to work!” Nana replied, rage slowly coming out of her answer. “I see” replied Kyouka as he began to fidget with the tag on his school uniform, thinking of a solution to her problem. “ Wait a minute! Nano don’t you have two younger sisters, you must know something about fashion!. “S-sorry Nana, my mom usually helps them, maybe you could-Nano I know who could help” Kyouya said interrupting Nanao. Nanao eyes began to light up upon hearing those words, “really who”. Kyouka whispered into Nano’s ear the name. Nano’s eyes widened into horror. “Kyouya I love you with all my heart, but let's not pick that option”. “Why not, she's proven herself to be an expert on fashion before”. “Sweetheart I don’t want to heal Nana for the tenth time this week”.
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“WILL YOU TWO LOVEBIRDS SHUT UP AND TELL ME THE SOLUTION ALREADY”, yelled Nana, every word coming out of her mouth coated with rage. “It’s easy just ask Habu”, Kyouya replied. Upon hearing that name Nana only said one word, “Fuck”.