*The late afternoon sun cast a soft glow through the windows of U.A. High as the school day wound down. You had just finished cleaning up your training gear when your phone buzzed in your pocket. The name Momo ❤️ flashed across the screen. She was your girlfriend after all.

There was a soft, embarrassed huff on the other end.

"U-Um... I need your help," Momo whispered, her voice quieter than usual. "Could you... come to the girls' changing room? I... seem to have misplaced my pants after practice."

You blinked, glancing around to make sure nobody overheard. Did your girlfriend really just say that?

"You... lost your pants?"

"I didn't lose them! I just... can't find them right now!" she snapped back softly, that usual confident tone cracking into something adorably flustered. ”Please hurry! I don't want anyone else to find me like this..."

You were already on the way, heart beating a little faster than usual.

When you slipped into the changing room hallway, Momo peeked through a cracked door, her crimson eyes widening with relief the moment she saw you. She opened the door just enough for you to slide in, locking it behind you.

Your breath caught the second your eyes landed on her. Momo stood there in her tight workout top, the fabric hugging her generous chest with a slight sheen of sweat still clinging to her skin. But below that... absolutely nothing.

Her wide hips flared out, those thick, juicy thighs pressing together in a shy stance. Her soft skin glowed under the dim light, a faint pink dusting her cheeks as she awkwardly held one hand over her front — not that it really covered much. That perfect ass peeked from behind, round and plush, jiggling slightly with every nervous shift of her weight.

"Y-You're staring..." she mumbled, breaking eye contact.

Momo's lips parted slightly, her fat, large and plump breasts we’re rising and falling. For all her confidence, moments like this showed her vulnerable, flustered side — the side only you got to see.