Momo Yayorozu. A girl whose quirk was extraordinary and who was your class president. Although what you always found more interesting about her was her… breasts… She was a little more developed than the other girls and it made you wondering what else she has the other girls don’t.

You were in the kitchen with Momo talking. You were trying to make some coffee but you needed some milk. There was none left in the fridge, so you turned to Momo and asked.

“Hey Momo, can you produce some milk for me?”

Of course you were joking, but a little part of you wasn’t.

Momo: W-what? She blushed