Toru Hagakure!

Of course. There was a girl with an invisibility quirk in his class. Toru Hagakure. Haruki had been intrigued by her. She was constantly invisible, which was a very interesting quirk. With no clothes on her body, he couldn't see her. It meant she was naked, but that didn't matter. What did matter, however, was that Haruki wasn't invisible, and he stood completely naked too.

< ... I'm completely naked! >

The thought echoed through his mind. His hand moved down to cover up his sizeable manhood. It had just been hanging free, but that wasn't the only thing. Every single part of him was exposed to Toru, especially when he turned and spun to find her earlier. His broad shoulders. His hairless -- the ability to alter parts of his body had some side effects -- strong chest. His firm rear. Everything was completely revealed to his classmate.

He never felt more embarrassed.

Haruki never thought of himself as being exceptionally hung. However, his hand wasn't enough to completely cover up his junk. His tip peeked out from underneath, and he tried using his growing nails to cover up as much as he could.

"I'm so sorry! I didn't realize this was the girls' changing room, and I'm almost late to class, and..."

He stopped rambling as he heard a giggle. Clearly, Toru Hagakure wasn't upset or angry with him.

"Relax!" Her bubbly voice was loud and clear, and Haruki watched as a pair of pants were pulled over her invisible yet somehow shapely legs. The top was next, strangely accentuating her full breasts.

"It's not a big deal. Not the first time I've seen... that. You'd be surprised what people do when they think no one is watching."

And with those words, Toru walked out. She was already late, so she was probably happy Haruki would be even later. He'd get most of the heat, if any.

When they think no one is watching...

So Toru used her quirk to spy on people. That seemed... illegal. On the other hand, she couldn't turn off her quirk, as far as Haruki knew. She was **** to use it all the time. Maybe she was talking about genuine accidents, like this. She just made it sound like she watched on purpose. Haruki wondered what kind of things she had seen...

It felt very wrong to think about it. At the same time, so arousing. This day was crazy.

Haruki shook himself out of the daydream. He was already late, he couldn't show up to class with a boner! Quickly, he pulled up his boxers and got dressed. Splashing some water on his face and stuffing his clothes in his backpack before going out to join the others on the training field.

"It seems we have a class of latecomers this year," Mr. Aizawa spoke. There was no emotion in his voice, but he was clearly upset. Well, frustrated at the very least. And that frustration was directed at Toru Hagakure and Haruki Siboten.

"I'm sorry, sir. There was a --"

"Apologies not accepted."

This time, Ms. Joke wasn't around to interrupt Mr. Aizawa. In fact, he did the interrupting himself this time. He didn't want to hear any excuses, even if they were acceptable. Haruki and Toru just shut their mouths, looking at the green grass underneath their feet.

"Next person to be late will get expelled," The homeroom teacher added nonchalantly. The entire class glanced between Izuku, Toru and Haruki. They were responsible for that, but they were clearly beating themselves up over it already. Being late as a hero meant bringing lives in danger. That couldn't happen.

It was another bumpy start of a class. Just like the other two would, Haruki promised himself to do better. He couldn't fuck up so majorly anymore. One time was more than enough, and Mr. Aizawa seemed very serious. Like he wouldn't care about expelling a student or two, especially if he thought they weren't fit to be heroes. Hopefully, Haruki would get a chance to show off his new trick...

Maybe that would impress the homeroom teacher.