Naked is Normal; Clothes are Embarrassing

Ochako walked down the hall, feeling the soft carpet against her bare feet and the warm air on her skin, with a cheerfulness that, in recent memory, seemed reserved for these few hours only. The only time where she could be naked and at ease.

Arriving at the common area, she saw that she was among the last of the girls to get up this morning.

The other five girls were all gathered in the shared space. They all were just as naked as she was, but that was to be expected. They all looked perfectly content and confident, smiling and waving her over when they saw her coming.

“Good morning, Ochako,” Tsuyu said.

“Morning girls,” Ochako replied, addressing all of her female classmates, “Sorry, if I kept you waiting on me.”

“Oh no,” Momo swiftly refuted the idea, “We’ve still got a while until we really need to leave and, I don’t know about everyone else, but I’m in no rush to yet.”

The other girls agreed.

“We can still hang out here for a bit,” Jiro said, idly scratching a nipple.

“Yeah, let’s relax here first,” Mina concurred.

The girls spent the next half hour or so chilling out on the couches. They talked, discussed their dreams and futures, and spoke about random topics. They also made casual chitchat about each other’s breasts, feet, well-maintained pubes and their rounded butts; the same way one would talk about a new hair style or make-up.

Jiro absentmindedly checked the clock on the wall at some point and let a miserable groan once she realised what time it was.

“Guys. We’ve got to start making a move,” said Jiro, wishing to not get up from the couch where she was reclined on, comfy and open-legged.

The other girls reacted similarly, knowing what came next.

They were going to have to put on their uniforms.

While society was starting to understand women’s need for equality and was taking steps to allow nude spaces, most of the world - Japan, especially - was still very insistent on the idea that women had to wear clothes, just like the men do. If men felt uncomfortable naked, then women should as well; if men were expected to wear clothes; women were expected to as well: that was the reasoning, in its most basic form and it didn’t take a genius to understand how stupid the logic behind it was. Men and women weren’t the same. Men may feel fine wearing clothes, but women should be naked. End of. Ochako could only blame the horny men in charge of the whole world, who just wanted to see covered-up girls.

While U.A. was admittedly a very open-minded school, they still had to conform to the rule of law and, so, the female students were given mandatory uniforms to wear. They only differed from the men’s in one aspect; the girls got to wear skirts instead of trousers. Apparently, that was the government's way of comprising, by allowing girls to show their legs. It did not make the pill any better to swallow, to neither Ochako nor any of the other girls at the school.

The uniforms in question were hung up, uncaringly, right by the main door, along with their shoes, panties, socks and everything else they needed. Unlike the boys, who normally kept their clothes in their rooms to change in there, the girls hated wearing clothes so much that they had collectively agreed to only wear them when they absolutely had to. I.E., when they left the dorms. Once they were back in the safety of their shared accommodation, they were quick to disrobe and dared not even look at them until the next morning, when they had to leave for classes again.

The boys agreed to let them be naked, whenever they were in the dorms, as they understandably didn’t want them feeling exposed in what was meant to be their home. That wasn’t without a certain purple-haired gremlin’s chagrin, however.

Mineta, ever the creep, absolutely relished the sight of girls in clothes. They caught him drooling over the sight of their completely covered up breasts and asses. He loved watching them walk around in shoes, rather than bare feet. He adored how their underwear completely hid their vaginas from view. Even at the dorms, Mineta would always stare at them, hungrily ‘dressing the girls with his eyes.’ Some girls even said he had photos of them wearing the full uniform ensemble, but no one could confirm nor deny whether that was true.

Ochako thought about clothed pics of her making their way onto some dodgy website somewhere and it caused her skin to crawl.

Having finally gotten themselves into their uniforms, the girls automatically curled inward and subconsciously hid themselves as much as possible.

Momo made it to the door that led out of the 1A dormitory building. She delayed herself from opening it, however, making sure to turn to the other girls.

“We stick by each other’s sides the whole way there, okay?” she said as assuring as she could, being just as embarrassed as the other five, before pulling the door open.

The morning air was crisp, and the girls could feel a breeze brushing against the fabric of their uniforms. It was such an unnatural sensation that caused the girls to shiver, uncomfortably. The wind should have been lapping at their skin and making their nipples hard, which would have been natural and gratifying to the girls, instead of being stifled in revealing cloth, lace and polyester.

The girls left the building and made for the school at a brisk pace, huddling themselves together as a tight unit, hoping that their numbers may deter any uncouth behaviour and to also help hide themselves among a crowd.

After a short time, they heard some male student in the distance wolf whistle and call out, “Looking stylish, girls!”

Jiro looked down and hugged herself tightly in shame, hoping to make herself look smaller. Ochako felt the same way, feeling humiliated.

“Just ignore him,” Momo said, keeping steadfast, looking only at their destination, up ahead in the distance, “Don’t let these jerks get to you.”

Making it to school was an everyday task now, but it was still just as daunting, as well as humiliating. It wasn’t new to any of them, though. They have had to wear clothes in public before, of course, as well as school uniforms too. However, after hitting puberty and becoming quite good-looking young women, the desire to be naked had only grown. The extra creepy attention they got from perverts whenever they had to go to the store or were on the train, wearing layers of clothing on, didn’t help much.

By the time they made it into the school building, the girls were practically running to their class. The sooner they were in and sat down, the sooner they could end this horrifying walk of shame.

On their way, with the ‘1-A’ door in sight, they saw Iida outside, turning around to see them.

“NO RUNNING IN THE HALLS, LADIES. THERE ARE RULES FOR A REASON,” said he, holding an arm upward, as was his way.

“Sorry, Iida. We just wanted to get out of sight, as soon as possible,” Ochako panted out, running out of steam as they got to the door. She felt comfortable around Iida, as he expressed not a malicious nor lascivious bone in his body.

“So, you girls are still walking to school together, I see,” Iida said, as he slid open the door and made his way inward, the girls briskly following after, to get out of the hallway.

“Of course,” Toru said, racing straight to her seat in a mad dash. Once she was in her chair, she sunk down as far as she could and pretended to be invisible. Well, more invisible, that is. Being at the front of the class and feeling almost all the eyes on you (and your garbed-up body) would make any girl uncomfortable.

Ochako looked around the room. Most of the boys were already in there, pretending not to spare a glance or two at the clothed women. Except for Bakugou and Todoroki, that is, who each seemed completely focused on themselves or other things to notice.

She also noticed the beady little eyes of Mineta giving every one of the girls a look. Unlike the typical delight and perverted linger, however, he seemed confused and disappointed about something today.

Momo kept her head down and made her way to the back of the classroom, where her assigned seat lay. Directly behind Mineta, who kept his eyes glued to her, as she approached and sat.

“Hey, Yao Momo?” he called out in a hushed voice, seemingly about to deliver a question or remark of some sort.

“Don’t you dare, Mineta,” Momo warned, already feeling too exposed under his ire, “Keep your eyes ahead and keep your words to yourself.”

“Uh... okay, sure,” replied he, which was a welcomed change of pace for Momo.

Mineta’s brow scrunched, and he scratched his head in some display of puzzlement.

Fishing out a notebook from his bag and looking something over, he muttered, “That should’ve worked,” before he placed the book back into his bag again and kept mulling something over in his mind.