Fuuzoku

You breathe out a sigh of relief that your boss didn’t decide to investigate. The trouble you’d be in would be INCREDIBLE. Still, the fact of the matter is you’re now standing in front of the girl you turned down, a beautiful woman nude as the day she was born standing in the shower stall next to you, with your hand in your pants holding a pretty large bulge. “Well crap” would be an understatement.

“Senpai...what do you think you’re doing?” Fuuzoku says, clearly either saddened or angry. The fact you can’t tell somehow frightens you more than the outright emotions would.

“I-UH-SHIT-UH-“ you splutter, trying desperately to find some way out of this absolute clusterfuck you’ve managed to land yourself in.

“It’s my fault.” Momo says, still naked with her hands covering her more sensitive regions. “I went in to give him a hug to comfort him and forgot about his quirk.”

“Wait, his quirk???“ Fuuzoku turns to you and points accusingly, barely brushing the bottom of your chin. “So you DO have a quirk! What is it, Senpai, who wins the bet?!”