Jotaro Kujo, standing in the emptied-out newspaper club room, was not amused.
Around him was a pale dress, made almost entirely of ribbons, and ruffled at the waist, whereupon the blouse ended and was met by a pink, frilly, sparkling piece of fabric not even fit to be called a tutu.
He said nothing. He just glared at the vampire from the brim of his cap. That, at least, he had kept for this ill-planned endeavor. Or, more accurately, no one had been willing to challenge him for it.
"I-I know you don't like it, senpai," said Moka, backpedaling at the unspoken question in the air that was "why, god, why" and that seemed to positively ooze disapproval, "But we need to hide that you're a human, a-and witches are the most 'human' monster, so..."
Tsukune sat in the corner looking down. He was trying very hard not to laugh and trying harder not to show his fear of the consequences should he fail.
Gin... was nowhere to be seen. He'd heard their suggestion and wisely decided to vacate the premises. No amount of company from the fairer sex would've made this worth it.
Mizore was... eyeing Jotaro from the ducts above, her face red enough to illuminate them alone. The outfit Moka had chosen had been very form-fitting, and she couldn't stop her gaze from roaming over that perfectly-formed chest, those tightly-fitting stockings... oh, no. She had to calm down before she fainted in here.
There was a sound of the door scraping open, and Jotaro turned with perfect precision to put himself in the most intimidating pose he could muster, giving his best death glare.
And so it was that Kurumu Kurono walked into her first meeting at the Newspaper Club to find a Ripple-using magical girl[?] in full regalia and sporting a stance so fabulous she could do naught but stare in awe.
"Yare yare daze." No one knew precisely what went through Jotaro's mind in that moment. But later that day, they found a trail of property damage and dumbstruck students leading all the way back to the dorm.