Momo Yaoyorozu. Rich, eerily smart, and beautiful. She also has huge tits.

Momo, oh Momo. You really lucked out with getting a childhood friend of her caliber. You aren't from a particularly wealthy family, but somehow you've managed to strike a friendship (and a fuckbuddy, you suppose) from the scion of one of the richest families in the whole of Japan.

She's a gorgeous one, y'know? More than just a pair of big breasts. Not that you don't mind them, as you have played with for a couple of years now already, and oh goodness if they aren't amazing. Delightfully squeezable and surprisingly pert for their size, with nipples you've sucked on many a time. Ah, memories.

You digress, though. Momo is a wonderful friend, an exceptional lover, and also one of the most shameless women out there. You fit together well with that and your Quirks, as you both need to get rid of clothes to actually be useful. It has made both of your families lose hair over the fact that their teenage girls went out with clothes that barely counted as clothes, but now your adults and they can't do shit about it. A round of applause for emancipation of women.

"There it lies," murmurs your friend, crossing her arms under her breasts. Her hair is styled in a spiky ponytail today. "Our future as heroes. U.A."

A large builgding shaped to the form of U.A.'s logo lies ahead. The security measure certainly are up-to-date, with drones, cameras, and robots sweeping the grounds around it. And those are only the visible security.

"Always so melodramatic, Momo," you sigh. "Can't we just go in?"

"I apologize," she says, bowing her head. "I'm getting excited. This is the place where dreams come true, after all."

You'd make a joke on her wording, but slightly lewd jokes might be too much for a first day in school. Those would have to wait for the afternoon class, at the very least.

What class were you going to enroll in?