[A/N: There is a bit ecchi part in this chapter but if you guys want i can remove it and rewrite the chapter. Please , do tell in the comments]
The locker room hummed with the clang of lockers opening and closing, the rustle of fabric shifting, and the occasional stomp of boots on tile.
The air was thick with a mixture of nerves, pride, and the faint metallic scent of new gear.
It was the day they had all been waiting for—the moment to don their hero costumes for the first time, a blend of expectation and promise hanging electric in the air.
Kirishima cracked his knuckles, his eyes suddenly widening as he turned to Midoriya.
"Holy shit, man, you are buffed!" He gave a wolfish grin, nodding in approval.
Midoriya smiled shyly.
"Yeah, gym and a good diet," he replied, almost sheepishly but with unmistakable pride in his tone.
Kirishima wasn't done. His gaze shifted, sliding over to Bakugo who was lacing up his gauntlets. "Dayum… even you?"
Bakugo grinned, flashing those trademark sharp eyes filled with competitive fire.
"You don't get buff without living on the edge, stupid."
From across the room, Nagato moved silently in his own preparation.
Lean, his frame was noticeably different—he wasn't bulky like the others, but sculpted, cut with precision, every muscle honed and taut beneath his dark clothes.
The subtle definition and calm confidence on his face drew a few envious glances.
Others in the locker room exchanged quick looks at the three as they finished suiting up—the strongest, the fiercest, and the enigmatic all in one space.
There was a quiet buzz of speculation and admiration, but mostly it was respect.
The last adjustments were made, utility belts clipped shut, and boots zipped.
The trio stepped out together into the bright corridor beyond.
On their way to the battle training grounds, each person's outfit reflected their unique essence—who they were about to become.
When they arrived, All Might stood tall, shoulders broad as ever, flashing the class his classic, radiant smile.
"My! You all look astonishing!" His voice boomed, steady and warm, an anchor amidst the fluttering excitement.
The students took a moment to scan each other's costumes with carefully appraising eyes.
Midoriya sported a full-sleeve green and black shirt, marked with sleek black lines cutting across the fabric like lightning veins.
Padded visibly around his chest and forearms, the suit seemed built for both agility and protection.
A utility belt—compact but mysteriously packed—wrapped his waist.
His pants matched, sturdy with flexible armour inserts, and long, glossy red boots covered his shins and calves as if made for riding at high speed.
Resting atop his head were polarised safety glasses, pushed back casually, and a vibrant red scarf fluttered behind him in the breeze. He looked sharp, cool, and ready.
Beside him, Bakugo was nearly unchanged from the day before—black sleeveless shirt marked with a bold red "X" across his broad chest, matching gauntlet gloves heavy and battle-ready, along with well-worn pants designed for maximum mobility. His expression was fierce, utterly Bakugo.
Nagato's outfit stood apart from them all.
He'd chosen the iconic long black Akatsuki robe, the swirling red clouds against the midnight fabric contrasting against his pale skin.
Black nail polish varnished his fingertips, and a singular ring gleamed on his fingers.
With every shift of his stance, he exuded a villainous edge that turned a few heads and elicited whispered comments.
From across the room, Denki Kaminari grinned widely, flashing his signature thumbs-up.
"Yo, Nagato! That cloak is killer! You seriously channeling villain vibes or just trying to confuse the bad guys?"
Mina Ashido, bouncing slightly in her seat, chimed in, her tone bubbly and warm.
"I love your nails too! So edgy! But watch out, you might make Todoroki jealous with all that black and red."
Kirishima, ever genuine and positive, added as he glanced between the three, "Man, you guys look unstoppable. I mean, Midoriya, that riding gear look really suits you—can't wait to see you go full throttle out there!"
Midoriya blushed slightly but nodded appreciatively, tightening his glove. "Thanks, Kirishima. I hope it's as functional as it looks."
"You guys looks astonishing too!"
"And lida you look like a Gundam!"
"Arigatou Midoriya-san! Gundam mecha was my inspiration for this!"
From near the back, Tsuyu Asui's calm voice raised.
"Nagato's costume is very unique. It's bold for a hero but I bet it's comfortable and practical. Plus, it looks like it gives him a mysterious aura that could psychologically influence opponents. Smart!"
Bakugo scowled a little but couldn't help the almost-smile tugging at his lips. "Don't get too chill about it. Looks don't win fights. But alright, I gotta admit—Nagato makes that villain look work."
Ochako Uraraka clapped lightly and said, "Bakugo, you're always so harsh! But yeah, he really pulls it off. It's almost like he's saying, 'I don't care what you think.' That's pretty heroic in its own way."
Jiro Kyoka pulled her headphone wire aside to add, her voice softer but sincere,
"It's cool to see so many different styles in one place. Everyone's putting their own spin on heroism. Reminds you that there's more than one way to be strong."
Shoji Mezou, standing with his multi-arm stance relaxed, nodded in agreement.
"The diversity in costumes matches the diversity in quirks. Makes us unpredictable. A good thing."
From behind his book, Iida Tenya's voice reached out, precise and articulate.
"Professionalism in appearance reflects discipline in spirit. I hope to learn such poise."
Nagato's eyes scanned the classroom as the lively chatter washed over him—classmates teasing, laughing, sharing stories and fleeting glances.
Normally so composed, today there was something different in the air—his focus narrowed, his breath caught ever so slightly.
Then, suddenly, his gaze locked.
Across the room stood Toru Hagakure.
She was unlike any other. Here, as always, she wore nothing but the translucent invisibility of her quirk, the faintest glimmer of gloves covering her hands the only tangible trace of solid form.
Yet despite that, or perhaps because of it, she was striking—her posture relaxed but confident, the subtle curves of her form illuminated by the soft class light, impossibly beautiful even in the plainest of settings.
Nagato froze.
His face flushed hot.
She stood near Momo, completely naked and unashamed since no one could see her
Her milky white skin seemed to glow under the soft light of the room, every curve and dip on display for your hungry eyes.
The swell of her ample breasts drew your gaze first, each one topped with a pert pink nipple.
It seemed to bounce at every single movement.
They jutted out proudly from her chest, defying gravity with their perfect roundness.
Her slender waist flared out into wide hips and a plump, rounded ass
The smooth expanse of her thighs led down to calves that were toned and shapely.
A patch of light green with pink shade hair at the juncture of Yuri's legs was the only adornment on her flawless body.
Her pussy lay bare before him; was a delicate pink slit nestled between her plump thighs.
The outer lips were swollen and puffy, hinting at the treasure hidden within.
The entrance to Yuri's most intimate place looked tight and inviting, promising unimaginable pleasure for any lucky enough to claim it.
Her clit peeked out shyly from beneath its fleshy hood.
He could not look away.
His breathing haggard.
He had never seen a women naked and so beautiful , maybe Konan sometimes but it was not so arousing.
But Now , His hormones were clashing within him.
Something held him there—a mixture of surprise, awe, and the sudden panic of forbidden attention.
Meanwhile, Toru was chatting with Momo Yaoyorozu a few paces away, her laugh light and carefree.
But then, out of the corner of her eye, she caught Nagato's gaze—steadfast, unwavering, and, of all things, flushed.
Their eyes met.
Nagato's cheeks deepened in colour as he snapped his gaze away, biting his lip as if to steady himself.
His breath came fast, almost too fast.
Toru stood frozen for a moment longer, her smile faltering as the full weight of the moment descended.
'Waaaaah… nooo way!'
she thought in panicked clarity.
'Why was he blushing while looking at me?!'
Her heart hammered. 'N-no way… c-can he see me?! I'm naked!'
'But that may not be possible' But the blushed Nagato's face came into her mind.
The realisation hit her like a whip, embarrassment flooding her entire being.
A faint flush crept up Toru's neck and across her chest as she felt his gaze lingering on her most private area.
She unintentionally shifted slightly, inadvertently giving him an even better view of her glistening folds.
Arousal began to pool between her legs as his eyes looked every inch of her naked body.
Her nipples tightened into stiff and a warm ache started to build deep in her core.
Her face warmed fiercely, a silent scream itching to find voice.
'WAAAHH! SO EMBARRASSING!!'
She tried to calm herself and quickly turned back to Momo, who offered a smile behind her hand, while Toru's thoughts continued to spin in a jittery cyclone of mortification.