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"Do hold still. You want to walk on your own don't you?"
Izuku glowered at the man before him. It was bad enough he was tied down and could barely move under the tight threads that wrapped around him as he was being dressed by the well groomed man.
The man was well kept, a person who prided his appearance rather highly. He had the appearance of a tailor, and the skills of an assassin. How many people had come into his shop, only to disrespect the man and end up missing.
"I must say, when your father called me and requested a suit for you I was rather surprised. I didn't even know he had a son," he blithely commented. "He's done well to keep you out of the public eye hm?"
Izuku didn't answer as pieces of fabric were drawn to his skin, layering and sticking together under the man's quirk. One wrong move and it could easily cut off his circulation or knock him out.
"And a little hero student no less. Why, I never get to work on heroes. Too much effort with background checks and attention from the Hero Commission you know. But that doesn't mean I couldn't create masterpieces that could handle the job," he continued to monologue as the suit came together on Izuku. He then tutted in slight irritation. "A shame your father won't let me tame that wild mess on your head. He apparently likes this mess. Oh well. No account for taste."
Izuku just stiffened as he felt the man run his fingers through his hair.
"At least you keep it clean and free of tangles," the man sighed. "Now, let's see how you look."
Izuku felt the fibers around his limbs and under his close pull him forward. It hurt a bit with how they dug into his skin, but it was better to comply.
"Walk down the runway. I need to see you in full motion."
Izuku was certain the man was lying. But he was currently at his mercy. Unless a hero were to arrive, he would have to wait for the delusional man who had kidnapped him to arrive. Regardless of what this man was saying, the man who brought him here was not his father.
"Very nice. Far better than the rags you arrived in," he proclaimed as he forced Izuku to stand in front of a mirror. Izuku swallows dryly seeing himself dressed in a little, perfectly tailored, black suit. Just like the man who had kidnapped him.
"Yes you look rather dapper indeed. So smile."
Izuku didn't smile. He just kept his uncomfortable expression. The tailor tutted.
"That sulky expression won't do. Do I need to... add some stitches? I think your father would be rather pleased if you had a large smile on your face all the time."
Izuku shuddered, unsettled by the blond man.
"Well? Do you need help with that smile?"
Izuku forced a shaky smile on his face.
"Hm... It'll do... For now."
Izuku felt a small sliver of relief wash over him. He didn't want to dare think about how the man would ago about stitching a smile on his face. It was an unnerving prospect to say the least. He was drawn from his thoughts with the appearance of a gaseous vortex. followed by a man with a gaseous face.
"Is he done yet?" the new man said.
"Kurogiri, don't you know art takes time?"
"Tsunagu, don't you know who has requested your work? He expected someone of your caliber to be finished by now."
The tailor tutted.
"His first suit is complete. I'll have the others finished by tomorrow morning. You're free to take this one back now," he said gesturing to Izuku, "Although..."
Kurogiri walked towards Izuku as Izuku's heart pounded in his chest.
"What would your boss say about his little boy always smiling?" he asked, "They say you're never fully dressed without one. And well, a smile does speak of a certain level of confidence."
"I would say that my master would rather the stitches stay on his clothing, and not in his skin."
"So picky. Let me know if he ever changes his mind about it, will you?"
"Young master, it's time to go. Your father would like to see your new outfit," Kurogiri said as he ignored Tsunagu. He gently grabbed his arm and created another portal to return him to his captor. "You'll receive payment upon the completion of the rest of his wardrobe."
"Yes, yes I know. If you're taking the little one, do so so I may focus. By the time I'm done, he'll be the best dressed among well... his peers."