An uncomfortable/ enticing conversation

Uraraka turns to face Tsu as she walks in, it looks like she's alone. She gives a wave to the two but keeps her eyes on Uraraka. "Hey guys!" She says cheerfully as she turns to head over.

Uraraka watches her as she draws closer... Did she always wear her uniform like that? It looks nice...

She stares at the green haired girl's chest, the ample exposed cleavage mirroring the look of Uraraka's current outfit. "Did you do something with your outfit?" She blurts out, eyes not wavering from her chest.

Tsu giggles. "Same thing as you." She says, pointing to Uraraka's chest, drawing her attention down. When she looks down to see the similarities between their outfits, a familiar tingle washes through her body. The thought of her own body drawing attention like Tsu's does makes her feel nice. She subconsciously sticks her chest out more before looking up.

Hagakure looks back and forth between the two girls, just noticing that they've let their tits show. "Hey, did you guys plan this?" She says in a joking tone. "I didn't take either of you for the type..."

"Type?" Uraraka asks.

"What, sluts?" Tsu says with a slight grin.

Slut? Does this make her look like a slut? Uraraka blushes, but makes no motion to cover herself up. A tinge of red glows from her eyes once more.

"No not a slut, I wouldn't go that far, just... you both haven't seemed to want to attract that kind of attention. That's all I meant."

"What kind of attention..." Uraraka feels the heat intensify within her again, she brushes a hand against her breast and her eyes once again light up with a crimson glow as a jolt of pleasure shoots straight to her pussy.

"Oh look at that!" Hagakure practically jumps out of her seat as a gymnast on TV completes a perfect flip and landing, diverting her attention away from the mildy uncomfortable conversation.

Tsu shrugs her shoulders. "I guess I'll come watch too..."