Over in the girl’s locker room:

Wasting no time, the girls entered the changing rooms and began to undress. Broken only by occasional comments or small talk. It wasn’t long at all before a grape-haired student came up; it never was, when the girls were in mid-dress.

“Mineta was staring at me in class earlier,” Mina said, ending it with a fawning squeal, “Aw! He’s just so sweet!”

While the other girls nodded along with understanding, the comment irked none other than Momo and, surprisingly, Tsuyu. A blow of jealousy struck them in their guts.

“He was staring at me too, y’know? Ribbit,” the frog girl said, her naked body shamelessly posed in such a way to show off her ass, legs and boobs to Mina, “and I was making his mouth water.”

“Please. He was staring at everyone,” Momo said sternly back to the pair.

“Except you, though,” Tsuyu retorted, eliciting a glare from the tall girl.

That had been uncalled for. Momo seethed, about to explain how she didn’t want to distract her dear Minoru during class and make him fall back on his schoolwork, because she actually cared about him. That wasn’t necessarily true, but it was a good argument.

Sidling into the conversation before it became a conflict, was none other than Jiro.

“Hey, girls! Stop arguing over Mineta.”

Being friends with Denki, Mineta and Jiro had spent a lot of time around each other since she and Denki had actually got together. Jiro understood that Mineta saw her only as a friend and she had accepted that, especially since Denki gave her all the perverted attention she could ask for. It was nice to hang out with him and see him as his own person, rather than the paragon of handsomeness that her friends often thought of him as. Momo especially, who always asked Jiro question upon question about Mineta’s likes, interests and particular turn-ons, yet would become a quivering mess at the notion of actually joining the three of them.

It also allowed her a particular impartiality in this area, Jiro thought as she continued to defuse the situation:

“You know Mineta has eyes for every girl. That's part of his charm. What would he think, if he found out that he was the one causing us to bitch at each other? Do you think he'd appreciate that? No.”

That caused Tsuyu and Momo to simmer down, though both still held hard looks.

“You’re right, Jiro. I shouldn’t be worried anyway. I know Mineta has more sense than to settle for anything other than the best.”

“What is that supposed to mean, Ribbit?”

“Just that Mineta knows I have the best boobs in the whole school.”

Momo clarified this by holding up her bare chest, cupping them pridefully.

“That’s a joke. Midnight has you beat there and big boobs aren’t the only thing a woman has. He loves entry inch of my body. Just you wait until class starts. Ribbit. He won’t be able to look away from me when I’m in my costume.”

Tsuyu emphasized her point by taking her Froppy outfit out of its case and showing it tauntingly to the rich girl. A slimming, skin-tight green latex suit that left nothing to the imagination. Even Momo had to admit that it looked sexy on her, though never out loud.

“Oh really? My costume shows so much more skin than yours. He won’t be able to control himself when he sees me.”

“Girls, please,” Jiro chided again, still playing referee.

Ochako was keeping to herself, quietly changing out of her uniform across the changing room. Mildly, she took note of how loose she used the term ‘uniform.’ The makeup; the lacy bra and panties; the missing tie over a tight shirt that was only becoming progressively unbuttoned as the weeks had gone on.

Of course, that was the intention and Ochako had been tirelessly working to perfect a look.

She had been Iida’s bane for the last month or so, now, as he always demanded she dress appropriately and adheringly to the school’s code. As much as she liked Iida, he was a square and certainly was a prude. It made sense why Midoriya and he got on...

Ochako sighed.

Midoriya still reserved a spot in her heart, and it had only grown with time. Ever since he had saved her from the zero-pointer the day they met. It was noble of him and his dedication and fighter’s spirit had been a beacon of hope that enflamed her each day.

However, he was a bit of a dork when it came to girls.

Midoriya had clearly never let his feelings about her be unheard, as she remembered all the times she caught him blushing and stammering, whenever she showed a bit of her smooth skin or bent down to pick something up or made the small lewd comment; the latter of which was typically out-of-character for her, but she loved that she could get him flustered. It was cute and helped to ease Ochako’s worries that he may not have been interested.

However, outside of that, Midoriya was far from the romantic pervert she expected. He never stared; he never commented: if he wasn’t so earnest, she’d have thought he was a no-good misogynistic puritan.

Not one to give up, Ochako had been ever-so-slightly tweaked her outward appearance to not only get his attention but to give him enough incentive to let his eyes stay on her, instead of hurriedly turning away after little more than a timorous peep.

She would not say she self-conscious, by any means. However, she often worried that her bubbly and rounded form was not what got her looks.

-FLASHBACK-

It was the very first field lesson of their new school year in U.A. With All Might as well. and Uraraka could feel that everyone was brimming with excitement.

It was also the first time they got to wear their specially designed hero costumes. They supposedly included all the specifications asked for by the students by the support course, but Ochako hadn’t asked for much. Her only criteria was that she wanted to have a space theme and, so, had been given a little visor.

It suddenly occurred to the zero-gravity girl that sending in a suit design that she had made when she was young probably wasn’t a brilliant idea. Sure, it may have been skin-tight, but it looked sort of kiddish, especially compared to the other female student’s designs.

One of her classmates had most of her body exposed, only hiding her nipples and groin underneath straps and a belt. Two others had skin-tight suits as well, but they presented them far sexier than Ochako did. One of the girls was just... NAKED. Invisible, sure, but still naked.

There was only a single girl in her class – a short girl with a mutation quirk on her ears – that seemed to dial the sexiness of her hero costume back, instead going for a young rocker’s aesthetic. Even then, she seemed uncomfortable.

Ochako felt kind of embarrassed. She should have suggested a boob or back window or something. Something to show off a little bit.

The boys clearly weren’t worrying about their costumes, though, as they all walked out to meet All Might himself.

“YOU ALL LOOK SO COOL!” said he, with his signature smile.

Some of the girls blushed at the comment, choosing to believe that the No. 1 hero was trying to perv on them.

As they stood in line, Ochako heard some of the girls tweeting to her left. Idly shifting her attention away from All Might, she saw Mina and Toru giggling amongst each other, their gazes locked downward near Ochako’s feet. Following their gazes, she saw the short boy.

What was his name, Ochako couldn’t recall. His distinct size and weird hair was harder to forget though. Although, that wasn’t what Ochako expected the other girls were giggling about.

WHAT WAS THAT COSTUME, Ochako thought, trying to suppress a chuckle of her own.

There was little way for someone around 3 ft, with features so soft and doughy as his, to look cool. However, looking like the mascot of a children’s fruit juice beverage was not gonna cut it.

“It looks like he’s wearing a diaper,” she heard Toru say, a gloved hand raised to her mouth (Ochako... assumed).

“Stop, he’ll hear you. You’ll upset him,” Mina hushed back.

Ochako saw the small boy’s head turn from All Might to the girls, and, while looking annoyed at first, immediately changed tact to lustful ogle the two instead. He whistled silently at them and winked. The girls immediately ceased laughing and even smiled back, positioning their bodies more candidly.

He stared at them for a good few seconds, taking them in, before shifting to the other girls. Momo, Tsuyu, Kyoka and then found Ochako. To all of them he gave lashings of attention and smiled assuredly at Ochako, who blushed sheepishly a bit his scrutiny.

“I hit the jackpot, baby,” Ochako heard him mumble brightly.

What a polite little gentleman, Ochako thought.

Ochako felt her lips turn upward and let herself stand a little taller. Suddenly, she wasn't so concerned with her new superhero costume as she had been. It seemed it was still just the right kind of eye-catching afterall.

“AND THAT’S ABOUT IT. ARE YOU READY?”

The four students gawped back at their teacher. Shit. What had he said again?