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Tooru thought that she was comfortable with who she was. Constructing a bubbly personality that no one could ignore was simple and fun, and it still left her plenty of time to relax quietly when she didn’t need to fight for attention. She was always aware of where her body was and how it felt at all times, thanks to her quirk. When her body started developing and maturing, as her mother had said, Tooru found herself people-watching even more, and learning everything she could about the adult world.
She would be the first to admit that she might not know everything that the world of romance and sexuality had to offer, although the invisible girl knew that she could handle whatever it threw at her.
Of course, UA High decided to prove her wrong in the most embarrassing way possible: Gay panic.
‘This isn’t fair,’ Tooru whined in her head as she secretly watched her classmates change out of their hero costumes once the Battle Trial concluded.
Ochako slowly peeled her skintight pink costume off of her healthy body. She moved slowly, as to avoid aggravating her stomach, but to Tooru, it appeared as though the friendly girl was teasing her every curve as she twisted this way and that to escape the confines of her costume. Her adorable face with her adorable blush was pinched into an expression of intense concentration that looked so silly with her squishable cheeks and bouncy bob cut.
Tsuyu slipped out of her own costume easily, and for just a moment, Tooru could have sworn that she saw the froggy girl’s skin glisten enticingly. It didn’t help that her wetsuit seemed to get caught on her hips as it failed to get around her rear end. When the girl bounced lightly on her toes to free herself, Tooru had to look away before her face could burn bright enough to make her sweat.
As the third girl with a skintight costume, Mina was the most relaxed of them all, and the most flexible. Her unique pink skin rippled with well-toned muscles across her entire body, yet her softest parts happily bounced and jiggled as she changed. Even when Tooru took her eyes off of Mina’s body, she felt that she could get lost in the depths of her eyes that looked like a starless night, or the endless cotton candy fluff that made up her hair.
Momo was the most baseline of Tooru’s female classmates, but such a term didn’t even begin to do the rich girl justice. She was tall, more than capable of looming over Tooru with a good set of heels, but she wasn’t even close to being lanky. Momo easily had the biggest breasts of the entire class, and her thighs were beaten only by Mina or Tsuyu. The invisible girl could only imagine how warm her much larger classmate would be if they were to cuddle like a life-sized teddy bear.
Last, but absolutely not least, was Kyoka. She was thin and lithe, effortlessly slipping out of her much more casual-looking hero costume. Her petite form and long legs made her really cute in Tooru’s eyes, while her personality (just as fabricated as Tooru’s own bubbliness, she could tell,) and the tomboyish way she carried herself made her so very cool at the same time. There was no telling what sorts of things Kyoka could do with her prehensile quirk as well.
It just wasn’t fair that Tooru had to struggle through brutally difficult classes AND keep up her composure in the face of such sapphic possibilities at the same time.
“Ugh, why are all of you so damn hot,” Tooru whined to herself.
Evidently, she didn’t whine quietly enough, as the entire locker room fell into a sudden awkward silence. Five pairs of eyes snapped onto Tooru’s invisible form, betrayed only by her (embarrassingly plain) bra and nothing else.
“Damn, Hagakure,” Mina swore with a cheeky grin. “And I thought I would be the first of us all to come out. Either me or Yaomomo.”
“Me?! Wait, Yaomomo? What?” Momo sputtered with a noticeable blush.
Tooru wanted to curl up and die. No one could see it, but her entire face felt like it had turned to fresh lava, burning brightly as the embarrassment crawled down the back of her neck. “I am… so sorry, everyone, I don’t know why I said that out loud.”
“Hey, don’t be like that, girl,” Mina said gently. She hurried over to Tooru’s side and sat down heavily on the bench next to her, not-so-coincidentally causing her chest to bounce in a distracting fashion. “You’re not wrong, after all.”
Tsuyu croaked a slightly lower tone than she usually did and continued getting dressed in her uniform. “You shouldn’t tease her. She’s embarrassed enough as it is.”
“I’m not teasing her! I’m saying she’s right!” Mina defended herself before gesturing toward Ochako. “I mean, look at Uraraka. Just look at her and tell me you don’t think she’s the cutest thing you’ve ever seen.”
Right on cue, Ochako’s adorable blush swiftly enveloped her entire head and she flailed her arms around as if it would defend her against Mina’s accusation. “WOAH woah woah, hol’ on a sec’ there, when did this become about me?! Why not Kyoka— JIROU! I meant—! GAH!”
Everyone in the locker room looked at Kyoka. Kyoka’s jacks flinched, but she appeared focused on buttoning up her dress shirt. She cast a lazy eye (that almost hid her mounting anxiety) toward the other girls, allowing her gaze to bounce between them all. After a few moments of silence, Kyoka turned to face them all. “What? I’m not gonna deny shit. Girls are hot, you girls especially. If any of you asked me out, I wouldn’t say no.”
Tooru had no idea what she had just started. Her little slip-up was supposed to be the most embarrassing moment of her entire tenure at UA. Instead, it somehow had evolved into a bunch of the most beautiful girls she had ever met admitting that they all had sapphic interests.
Well, when in Rome…
“Do you mean that rhetorically or actually?” Tooru blurted out.
Kyoka blinked. “Huh?”
“I mean if I wanted to take you out for coffee after class today, like as a date-date, would you actually show up and consider it a date too?”
Kyoka’s cool demeanor quickly fell apart as she processed Tooru’s question. Her jacks squirmed uncomfortably as a sharp blush colored her cheeks, right where her cute triangle makeup had been. “I— Well, I didn’t mean right now but shit, I guess? Yeah, if you, uh, if you wanted to hit a coffee shop, I’d be down for that. I mean, if you’ll let me, I know I’m not the most girly person, but—”
And that was a new record for Tooru. It was only their second day at UA, and she had already gotten a girlfriend. Or at least she had scored a date with a really cute punk girl. Whether their date actually resulted in anything, the invisible girl had no clue, but she also didn’t care just yet.
“WOOHOO!” Tooru shouted and jumped to her feet. She rushed over to Kyoka and wrapped her up in a tight hug, instinctively rubbing her head against the side of Kyoka’s own as she did so. “Thank you, Kyoka, I promise you that you’ll have a lot of fun~ I even know of a great place already, it has—”
“PANTS!” Kyoka screeched. She hadn’t pushed Tooru away, but everyone could see how dark her blush had become, and how both her hands recoiled away from her much more naked classmate. Oddly enough, the jack on the same side as Tooru’s head had started to curl around her invisible neck, crawling across her skin as though it was a snake exploring its new habitat.
Tooru jumped away and hurried back to her locker. “Sorry, sorry, I’m just—! Yeah, I should get dressed before Aizawa gets mad at us.”
The last few minutes of their time in the locker room was spent in relative silence as everyone processed the recent and rapid revelations Tooru had accidentally revealed. More than once, the girls tried to sneak peaks at one another as their thoughts raced faster than their hearts did.
What had been done could not be undone. But if you asked any female member of Class 1-A?
They wouldn’t have it any other way.