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Compliments received successfully with a proud thumbs up and silly smile. Though, each flatlined when Kirara heard she's uninformed of kei fashion, a fashion crime!

"Kei is style," she spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. "It's a subset of style. Each unique to a specific taste. There's probably over a hundred subsets now, and each fashion grows every year with the support of the internet and die hard fans. It's the utmost self-expression without having to use words to communicate." Kirara sighed softly in reverence, "Fan dedication is perhaps one of the most handsome experiences in the world, underneath experiencing heat." She's holding her body, writhing slightly at the mere thought of heat.

"why thank you, young lady! you have quite the unique style of clothing as well, i quite like it." though...what is this thing known as 'kei'? was this a modern thing nero wasn't aware of?

"but i do have to ask...what is this 'kei fashion' you speak of?"

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Kugisaki's stench of confidence was a breath of fresh air for Kirara. She didn't doubt the insane confidence, many Jujutsu Sorcerers exhibited bravado, but in the stale metropolis she recognized the stifled passion. She empathized with those poor souls, but she refused to let any creature or structure minimize her heat.

Once Kugisaki snagged a pair of slacks, Kirara leaned in to feel the fabric between her fingerpads. "Ooohh, feels so nice," she purred. Kugisaki had great taste and a lovely personality. Briefly, Kirara mourned her fall in Shibuya, though she was oblivious until she met with her former schoolmates. It didn't matter now, she's here and alive, and Kirara vowed to make the best of the time she had with Kugisaki.

"Were you a good girl and wore your uniform every day?" Kirara asked in a sing-song tone while her underclassman changed behind the thick, cotton curtain of the changing stall.

THANK GOODNESS Kirara stopped, otherwise everyone and their mothers would have stopped and stared at the obnoxious laugh coming from Kugisaki from the tickle-attacks. Honestly, not many people know her to be ticklish. Kirara better keep that to herself.

Entering the building and following Kirara, Nobara huffs and says, "TECHNICALLY everything is my color." There she goes again. She did like blue though. Blue and orange.

Kugisaki holds the shoulder crop and nods, "Alright. I'm thinking these pants will work well with this too." And now she's got full hands!

time to try them on!

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Denji. Kirara grinned like a feral cat.

"Do you consider yourself hot, right now!?" And by hot, she definitely meant passion, but everyone knows that, right?

"huh? denji---why??"

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Thanks, senpai

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So. Not. Cute!

"My timing has nothing to do with it." Despite his natural power to woo any female, Fushiguro Megumi harbored a bad attitude. She proceeded her assault until her hand clapped over Megumi's spiky hair and ruffled the strands further out of place. Electricity stored in her finger tips, a natural phenomena she's destined unleash if he spoke another uncute word.

Then, his prestine, youthful cheeks caught her attention. She released her grip on him and leaned in dangerously close, her breath tickling his skin. "You are Megs-chan," she whispered to herself, "then, it's not all bad." She retreated, lifting a finger as if to emphasize her next question, "What do you think of this place, Megs-chan?"

ㅤMegumi halted mid-stride, glancing over his shoulder to see a familiar person he felt like he met a lifetime ago. "Kirara-san," he acknowledged dully, devoid of any substantial reaction before her threateningly rapid approach caused him to flinch in the opposite direction.

"... At home, probably. He had something to take care of," he answered, respecting her seniority over him by refusing himself the opportunity to leave. Yuuji had suddenly brought home a pumpkin to make a pie with despite his dislike of baking, which Megumi knew to be a means of distraction from the recent events. His heart still sore, he changed the topic. "Anyway, your timing is terrible. The city's a mess right now." 'But I get the impression she hasn't noticed yet...'

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@schleckermaul

"I don't know why he was bothered, I did the math," she continued talking off the fashionista's (she assumed by his style) ear, waving the cake fork about in the air. "A fifty percent off sale combined with buy three get one for free, I saved forty dollars, but Kin-chan said I spent more money." Kirara huffed, and stuffed her mouth with a bite of chocolate cheesecake. Despite her complaints, she truly did miss her significant other, and moping about in a cafe was perhaps the best remedy for a sore girl's heart.

"Hey, how long till we get to go home?" she prodded.

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A palm smushed Oliver's nose, and with a precise nudge, she gently pushed him away. "Hmph, at least pretend to be interested in me," she scoffed, and eyed the treat in her hand. With a defeated sigh, she limply offered the treat to the stranger. "It's no use. I can't even share it with Kin-chan... have it." She felt her fever dwindling... pathetic.

"Ah, this is bullshit!"

He matches her look with his own dumbfounded one. He's never seen anything that looked like a fish before. Well, a fish ice cream. He's seen fish!

"Is it good?" He asks, eyes still on the taiyaki that calls his name. "It SMELLS so good." It's ice cream. There's no scent unless one stuck their nose pretty close, but Oliver's nose is special. He can smell the vanilla, the red bean, the breading of the fish and his mouth waters.

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Usually Kirara rejected anyone who wore that uniform, but soon as she mentioned her friendship with Megumi and Yuuji, Kirara tossed her preconceived notions out. She happily trailed after Nobara, hands folded behind her back as she welcomed the praise.

"First years are so cute, keep the compliments coming," she teased, "you've got the curves, No-chan," her hands gripped Nobara's sides, sliding her palms over her hips, then she began tickling. Kirara's hands only retreated when they arrived to their destination. "Oh~ this spot's cute. C'mon, let's find something that will blow everyone away." She beelined to the cool colors, "Blue's definitely your color. Hm, too long, too boring, too stupid, ah--" Kirara snagged a blue, off the shoulder crop top with a low neck line. She held it up to Nobara's chest, "Yeah, try this one on."

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"I usually can pull of anything," Kugisaki says with a wave of her hands, "Even the most obnoxious clothes, y'know?" She made everything she put on look really good. It WAS part of her job at least anyway.

"But I don't think I'd pull off your style." And that came as a compliment. Kirara really knows how to dress and it was all her own style. She knows what she likes.

"Ah, here. This is the thrift store. They have all kinds of clothes."

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every time they were reacting to the fight all i saw was that one survivor gif lol

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kirara hoshi - jujutsu high student third year

mtf - transwoman (she/her only please)

third year (no canon age but estimated 18-19 since she failed a grade in middle school)

left jujutsu tech high to follow haraki kinji's fever

despises her jujutsu high because the higher ups had issues with the students, and saw the over reliance on gojo which made her sick.

pretty much a delinquent

does whatever she wants, does not like being constrained by anyone

prone to jealousy when hakari's attention is on something else -- except when his fever is burning hot

she's highly attuned to people's passion (fever) and likes to see it burn brightly no matter what

kirara loves to take care of others, especially anyone younger than her to set them on the path that will bring them the most joy

hates conformity, conservatives, and anything that annoys her (which is a lot)

loves all things cute

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@chimarrow

Kirara knew that spiky haired urchin anywhere. She hollered, excited hand waving overhead. "Megs-chan~ yoohoo~ where's Yu-chan?~ You're always together~" she chased him down with an unrelenting pace.

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@misspaintcr

A bloated shadow eclipsed the natural light plied by the young artist, and Kirara bent her body over the canvas; her starry eyes flickered with intrigue.

"Ooohhh, you an artist or something?" she chirped the redundant question, staving her swelling boredom.

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@kleinstar

"HUH!?!?" the sharp voice briefly silenced the lively crowd. Kirara leaned close to the bouncer barring her entry into the bar, "This is the bullshit Kin-chan hated." Her threatening aura increased as she stabbed an accusatory finger against the broad chest; despite the affliction, the bouncer rose hands in surrender and refused to relinquish his position to the rowdy teen.

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@rosaictus

"So cute!!!!" Before the young woman could turn to locate the shrilling voice, Kirara's crouched behind her, examining the lace underskirt emerging from underneath the red, velvet fabric. "This a new kei fashion? It's so cute!"

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@ostentumm

Before Kirara knew it, she had company. She turned her eyes to meet the visitor with a fluttering, dumbfounded look. Yet, he wasn't looking at her. She trailed his gaze to her recent purchase, the ice cream taiyaki. "Uuuuuhhhhhh....." she squinted, "yo, eyes up here."

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@sickhackbassist

Casually, Kirara stole the seat next to the young woman, her aura tinkling brighter than the first star. She leaned a bit closer, her mischievous smile egging on the young woman. "You look like you're having fun, need some company?" If bars won't serve her, maybe this unexpecting victim will. Kirara snagged a glass over the bar soon as the tender turned her eyes away. She grinned and nudged the empty glass closer. "Name's Kirara Hoshi~"

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@chensoden

Kirara set her eyes on another feverish delinquent. Like a mother hen she swerved in his direction, marking him as her underling without asking. "You! What's your name?"