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As the fat neckbeard waddled into Mommy's office, he was quite confused.
"Hm? What's this about, Mommy?"
The hot milf was wearing a clothespin on her nose.
"There's been a few... complaints. About your... hygiene."
Kiyoura chuckled.
"Oh, I understand. Yes, it's cold season, right? Got it, no more hugs! Thanks for telling me!"
As he got up to leave, a green smear being left where he was sitting, Mommy winced.
"Uh... sit back down, Mr Shidehara."
If it weren't for his politician parents, this slimy stinker would have never made it to the school in the first place.
"Oh, of course!"
Waddling back to the chair, his bare feet also leaving green footprints, he sat back down with a THUMP.
His fat wobbled.
"You see... you don't smell very good."
"...Huh?"
"Your Quirk. I-I'm sure that it's the only issue."
She was lying.
"But, as it stands... many of your classmates have complained of your stench."
"...Oh."
Covered in boils, Kiyoura began to shake, and tears welled up in his eyes.
"I-I'm sorry... I-I d-didn't r-realize."
Mommy considered molesting him, but then remembered that she didn't really want to.
"Listen. Before you cry, your parents stepped in. They came up with a little present for you."
"...Huh? But it's not even my birthday?"
Leaning under her desk, Mommy grabbed a suitcase, and plopped it down right in front of Kiyoura.
"I ask that for the remainder of your... time, here, that you utilize this... Support Gadget."
Kiyoura's eyes lit up.
He grabbed Mommy's hands.
"Oh, thankyouthankyouthankyouthankyou Mommy! I'll be sure to not let this go to waste!"
With surprising speed, Kiyoura grabbed the suitcase and opened it up.
Mommy was getting tissues, soap, and hand sanitizer.
As Kiyoura opened up the suitcase he was, frankly, confused.
A bundle of plastic-y yellow material laid in the box.
It was a hazmat suit.
"Uh... what am I supposed to do with this?"
"Wear it."
