Making new friends.

Of course, Mineta heard Momo’s question but he had a feeling the creation quirk user would get her answer very soon.

“Think you were a bit cranky there, Momo. Is that how you’re supposed to speak to your best friend?”

“What are you…” Yaoyoruzu’s head started splitting. It was worse than a migraine and it felt like a boatload of information had just entered her.

Breathing helped recede the pain. Then Mineta’s voice woke her up. “Yoo?”

Like clockwork, Momo’s thoughts reasserted themself and suddenly, with her hand held to her mouth and her eyes wide from shock gasped. “Oh my, were we just arguing?”

“Nah,” Mineta beeped. “Just wanted to play with your fat tits.”

He reached for Momo’s chest from behind and to his surprise, the regal lady let it happen. He gave both mounds a squeeze. Yaoyoruzu sighed.

“Must you cling to me this early?”

“You’re not weirded out? I’m fondling you?” Mineta could barely hide the spring in his voice. “Wanna try something wild?”

Momo grabbed his hands, gently pushed them away like delicate instruments. “Mineta, you do this all the time since we met in the exams. Your methods may be unorthodox but I know you mean well. You could do with a little etiquette training however… and my answer is still no. You may be a harlot and unkempt but I am not.”

Mineta didn’t even care about the rejection. If you could even call it that. He wrapped his arm around Momo like it was what they normally did.

‘Because it was normal to do this!’ He whispered. ‘That notebook did this! Heheheh.’

“What’s with you today Mineta? You’re monologuing.”

“Ahah, I just was thinking about how this day couldn’t get any better!” He squished them together. Midnight’s tits collided with Momo’s. Mineta could feel a spark form between their tits and even there they shared a heartbeat.

After all, *Kaminari Denki* Yaoyoruzu Momo has been best friends with Mineta Minoru ever since they met.

The two headed to class. Mineta, having the best day of his life, had one had gripping Momo’s ass.

“Please tell me you washed your hands.”

“Course I did.”

Maybe Momo needed another alteration. Perhaps now would be a great time for her to understand Mineta’s point of view. Or would it be better for her to squirm as a part of her (physical or spiritual) was altered in some way. Mineta didn’t know what to write yet, but the pen was begging and the notebook was getting heavier each step.