The Scumbag's Guide To Heroism novel Chapter 252

Chapter 252: 252 | Being a Hero is The Shit

Felicity materialized at my elbow like she’d been teleported there by a fashion-obsessed deity.

"Okay bestie, no cap, your costume is giving main character energy and I am literally deceased." She grabbed my arm and turned me sideways to get a better angle, her vivid blue eyes moving across the charcoal and amber with the focus of someone evaluating a runway collection. "The half-mask? The high collar? The little amber lines? Lukas, this is so snatched I could cry. Who designed this because I need their number immediately."

"Diane had opinions."

"Diane had VISION is what Diane had. You look like you just stepped out of a manhwa panel and I am not okay about it."

I was about to respond with something appropriately deflective when Felicity tugged at the neckline of her own costume, pulling the white and pink material away from her chest with a frown that had nothing to do with dissatisfaction and everything to do with the way the fabric snapped back into place the second she released it.

"Meanwhile the costume department apparently went with the skin-tight vibe for mine, which like, lowkey I’m not mad about it because the silhouette is fire, but also?" She stretched the front panel of her hoodie bodysuit outward and let it go.

The material clung back to her body with the loyalty of something that had been engineered at a molecular level, conforming to every curve from her collarbones to where the pink harness crossed her chest, and the resulting visual was the kind of thing that would generate three hundred comments on a Hero fan forum within twelve minutes of being photographed.

Her breasts pressed against the white material in a way that left very little to the imagination regarding either shape or scale. "I feel like I’m wearing body paint that someone decided to add a zipper to."

"It’s a compression suit. They’re all like that."

"Yeah but some of us have more to compress than others, Lukas."

She had a point. And as my eyes drifted past Felicity to the rest of the cohort gathered near the entrance to Ground Beta, the point became aggressively obvious.

Every female student in the group wore some variation of skin-tight. Every single one.

Camille’s orange and charcoal number hugged the powerful curve of her hips and the thick definition of her thighs with the devotion of something that had taken a vow.

Nyx’s purple and black bodysuit outlined every line of her body from collarbone to ankle, and combined with the choker and the combat boots, the overall effect landed somewhere between underground nightclub and professional combatant.

Maribelle’s violet costume showcased the athletic build beneath her crimson skin, her tail swaying behind her in a way that drew attention to the dramatic flare of her hips.

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