Side Story: Midnight

Midnight was going about her business. She didn't have any classes at the moment but had taken to the teachers lounge to find it empty.

Huh, I suppose everyone else must be teaching right now, she thought, making her way inside to make a cup of coffee and settled herself down on a comfortable chair.

It took a few moments between the first sip of coffee and the second for her mind to wonder to the thing she was carrying. In a small bag, amongst some towels and extra nipple tassels, was something of a little secret.

This little secret of hers had originally belonged to a student. She had caught Mineta flicking through it between classes a week or so ago and had rightly confiscated it from him.

However, later that same day, curiosity had got the better of her and she took a glance at it.

GIRLS' FASHION: WINTER SELECTION
DRESS UP, LADIES.
Look at this woman's hat and scarf. So cozy.
Want to look sexy this Christmas? We've got the warmest clothes to keep you snug this year. Read on.
For trench coats, turn to page 3.

On the cover, Midnight saw a young woman who looked at the camera with a smile. She was in a park, which was full of light snow. Her body was partway turned.

Yet, what Midnight saw first and foremost was her apparel. Her entire body was covered by a long, fluffy, beige woolen coat, which was completely buttoned up. She wore a white bobble hat and a pink scarf around her neck. Midnight had traced her delicate fingers around her own neck, imagining the hot, restrictive feel. On top of that, the woman wore gloves on her small hands and wellies on her feet. The only skin you could see on her was her face, which looked haughtily at the viewer, daring them to look on.

This was a fashion magazine, which was a terribly banned piece of material to have on school grounds, so Midnight was fully in her right to take it off Mineta's hands.

However, as much as she tried, she couldn't resist peeking the first few pages. Then a few more pages. Then a few more. Midnight saw lots of beautiful young women and all of them were wrapped up in all sorts of winter outfits. Cardigans, coats, mittens, ear muffs, tweed, even capes. They all looked quite flirty in the pictures, always looking at the camera. Except one that caught her eye: a woman laying on a lounger by the fireplace in a quaint little room, wearing a snuggly pair of pajamas and a big, fluffy dressing gown.

Midnight lingered on that image the longest.

Of course, it was common knowledge that women didn't need clothes to be warm, like men did. A woman could be in the middle of the Arctic and would still think wearing a bikini would be overdressed. In fact, clothes often messed up a woman's natural temperature gauge and made them feel worse. So, Midnight knew that "winter clothes" for women was a complete lie. It was just an excuse to publish some hot pics of covered-up women to sell magazines.

Be that as it was, Midnight couldn't help but feel a pang of excitement at the images.

Now, prior to the reality change, Midnight was known as the R-rated Hero and was often making headlines for her salacious and revealing outfits. However, in this reality, she had actually gained a reputation as a feminist hero. It was she who led to the Japanese government to loosen restrictions on hero costumes, as her quirk required as much skin shown as possible. As the years went on and support for Midnight grew, the heroine only pushed further and, today, hundreds of young female heroes owe their thanks to her. Because of her bravery, heroines were permitted to show as much skin as they please up to a certain point, so long as their costumes cover up their nipples and pussies. It was something that brought Midnight's popularity to immense heights amongst female pollsters and she was quite proud of the positive effect she had made to the world.

Yet...

Midnight was not like the typical girls. She remembered being a student of UA herself. Being made to wear a uniform, just like everyone else; it was still embarrassing for her but she always kind of found it thrilling, even at that age. Her panties were always soaked whenever she was made to sit for hours in uniform. She enjoyed walking around in them and taking them home with her to try on. Still, she had kept it a secret from her friends, as they did not share her opinion and knew that it was a great upset to them. So, she pretended to hate clothes as much as the rest.

Even still...

A week and so later and she still had not got rid of this damn fashion magazine. She took it out and, with great care to make sure she was alone, began looking through it again. She stared at the pretty girls in big, warm outfits. Her breath felt hotter and hotter as she stared. She imagined being one of these girls: feeling the restrictive sensation of cotton wrapped around her form, heating her up to boiling point. She imagined walking out in one of those big coats, along with the scarf and bobble hat, and the looks that she would get.

It made her so hot. Her fingers began to trace at the folds of her panties and the other hand tried flicking at her nipples, which were covered by her tassels.

She imagined being the woman on that lounger. A big fluffy dressing gown squeezing around her. A darling set of pajamas to go the sleep in, rather than the typical nudity.

Midnight was about to send a finger underneath her panties, when the door to the teacher's lounge began to slide open, causing her to panic and hastily get rid of the evidence.

She removed her hands from her body and quickly pulled the magazine from the table, so that it fell onto the couch right next to her. Without any other plan in mind, she hurriedly sat on it, to hide it from view.

"Miss Midnight?" Ochako said, with the other girls in toe. They were all wearing their uniforms and were darting their eyes around while they hugged themselves uncomfortably. They also seemed to have boxes of food with them.

"Y-yes, girls," Midnight gulped out, trying to look as calm as possible and hoping that her blush was not apparent, "What c-can I do for you?"

"We wanted to eat our lunches in the changing rooms again. Y'know. May you unlock the door for us, so we can get in?"

Ah yes. The girls of 1-A had discovered that the changing rooms were the only places on school grounds that they were allowed to be naked and not get in trouble. Recently, they had tried to make any excuse to go there with lunch being one of them.

"I don't know, girls," Midnight said, covertly shifting the magazine from under her bum back into the bag that it came from, covering it with a towel as she did, "It is only meant to be a room for changing between classes. I may get in trouble, if the faculty discover I'm letting you in for other reasons."

The girls looked pleadingly at the teacher with giant puppy dog eyes.

"Please," was all Ochako said. It was a soft, **** please.

Knowing they looked to her for as an icon, Midnight always felt her heart go out to the girls of U.A.. They put so much faith in her that, if they had any friend who knew their plight, it was her.

Sighing, Midnight relented.

"Okay, let me get the key for you girls."

They all seemed joyous and, like ducklings, they followed after her as she went to get the key.

She walked with a notable confidence, with her leather harness, black panties and nipple tassels being her only coverings. She created this aura of protection that kept the girls from feeling exposed as they walked down the hall. They felt safe with Midnight.

Midnight's true thoughts were to always be kept hidden. She was the Feminist Hero, after all. She could never let it be known: her vestiphilia. What would that do to her reputation?