Chiaki knew it was pointless, but as she walked down the hall after class, she covered herself up. She could barely contain her large breasts with one arm as her other hand rested between her legs. Her ass was completely exposed, and she was very aware of the fact that as she walked, she felt it, along with her breasts, jiggle slightly with every step.

She could see everyone staring at her. Most of the boys leered while most of the girls stared at her with either shame, horror, or second-hand embarrassment. It was clear some students were still unaware of what Chiaki was going through, but even for those that did, that didn't make the gamer feel any better as they continued to look at her.

They saw all of her. Nearly every inch of her naked body was exposed, something she wasn't supposed to show anyone except the person she loved, which she didn't even have. It was beyond humiliating.

Then people started pulling their phones out, and the panic grew. She should have known such a thing was going to be inevitable, but even so, the sight of them still made her whine. She started walking faster, and some students even went so far as to crouch down behind her and get an upward angle. She tried to clamp her legs together to prevent them from seeing anything between her legs, but that just made walking more difficult. So she simply walked even faster at the cost of her breasts and ass jiggling even more. At one point, one of her nipples slipped out. Immediately, phones zoomed in and snapped pictures before she squealed and did her best to cover herself again. Her cheeks had never felt so warm as she continued.

Chiaki clenched her hand tightly against her groin as she went down the stairs, knowing anyone coming up had a chance of seeing something they shouldn't be.

She reflected on why she was chosen, but had no idea. She knew it had been specifically her, but why? Was it because of her normally shy personality? Was it because she was rather…large in her assets? Or was it for some other perverted reason? She didn't know, but she supposed it didn't matter. All that mattered was who was ahead.

Hajime.

She'd promised to meet him after class today, and as much as she wanted to skip out, she'd feel bad if she did. She was now nearly running to the doors to get out, figuring there would be fewer students. She tried to ignore the stares and whispers, but it was useless. They were so oppressive she could hardly breathe.

Finally, she emerged into the courtyard and made a beeline for the fountain. Feeling the breeze tickle her bare skin made her realize she was naked outside. Bare ass naked outside. She wasn't sure if that fact was worse, but it certainly brought on an extra layer of shame, especially as more students were now getting to see the naked girl running across the pavement.

As she drew closer, she could see him. As soon as she did, she paused and swallowed with difficulty. She could still bail, and try to explain it later. She had his number, after all. Even so, whenever she made a promise, she always felt bad going back on it, even in the state she was in.

Chiaki didn't realize it at the time, but a part of her embarrassment regarding showing herself to him nude was something else. Something just under the surface of her understanding.

Telling herself that he was going to see her at some point anyway, she took a deep breath and finally walked over. "H-Hajime." Her voice was strained as it came out. He turned to her, and opened his mouth to speak. Upon seeing her though, his cheeks flushed as he shot to his feet. She walked up to him, still covering up, her body trembling.

"Before you ask, I was selected by the government to become the Ultimate Nudist or something like that so I have to be naked at all times, so please try not to stare at me too much, because I know it's natural for a boy to look at a naked girl, but I'm already embarrassed as is, so please try not to!" The words tumbled out one after the other as she looked at him. She could see his eyes move across her entire body, and even though she tried to keep her eyes on his face, she couldn't help but look down to see a bulge in his pants. She forced her eyes back up as her blush somehow grew even worse, and she whined. She wasn't upset with him—like she said, it was natural—but it still just sucked.

"I…um…wow…" Hajime finally said after a minute. It was clear he was trying not to look, but just couldn't stop. "You're…beautiful." He said it before he could stop it, and when he realized what he said, he sputtered. "I-I mean…you're…uh…"

"Y-you think I'm…?" She asked, and shook her head. Surely he only was saying that because of her lack of clothes. Either way, she let out a sigh, sat down, and clenched her legs tightly against her hand. Her arm against her chest was growing a little tired, but she kept it up anyway. "This is…a horrible situation."

"I…I can imagine, yeah…" The boy's voice was strained as he also sat down, feeling uncomfortable. His eyes were currently glued to the mole on her boob, which made him feel so aroused it was legitimately starting to hurt. "I…I mean…why?"

"Apparently, only the headmaster is allowed to know." Chiaki answered.

"Why…why did you still show up?" Hajime asked, before realizing that it came off way more rude than he meant for it to. "I-I mean…"

"Because I said that I would visit you today, so that's what I'm doing." She said simply. "I didn't want to just leave you here."

"But you could've texted me." He said, and Chiaki shook her head.

"I still didn't want to leave you when I said I would see you." She said. "I-I know it's stupid, but…"

"No no, I actually really appreciate it." He said. "A-and not just because you're…you know…" He was now finally trying as hard as he could to keep his eyes on her face, though he kept glancing down every few seconds. "Especially since…I wanted to ask you something."

"Yeah? What's that?" She asked, praying it wasn't something lewd. She didn't need any more of that, even if she was sure he wouldn't ask anything like that.

"Why…do you hang out with me?" He asked. Her eyes went wide at the unexpected question.

"What? I-"

"I'm not as good at video games as you. I almost always lose, which I'm fine with, but surely that isn't fun for you, right?" He asked, a sad smile on his face as he looked at his feet. "I'm not good looking, not good at conversations, not a great student, and I don't even have a talent."

"So?" Chiaki asked, and Hajime looked up at her. "Talent doesn't matter."

"But you're literally in-"

"Yeah, so what?" She asked again. "Talent shouldn't justify your worth. Some people have it, some don't. People can be successful with it, and some can be successful without. Hope's Peak hasn't been around forever, you know. People before Ultimate Talents were able to do great things with what they had. You will be one of those people too, I know it."

"But I'm not-"

"I also don't care if I always win. I still have fun! Playing games with you has been the most fun thing I've done in a long time." Chiaki continued with a wide smile. "And everything else you mentioned, again, so what? You're a great person, and I really like you!" Hajime's blush deepened. "So…I want to keep hanging out with you, okay?"

"You…really mean that?" He asked after a few seconds of silence passed.

"Yes, I really do." She smiled even wider. "Please keep being my friend, Hajime Hinata! No matter what happens!" It took a moment, but Hajime eventually smiled back. A true smile.

"Okay. I will," he answered. The two just smiled at one another for a few seconds before his eyes went down again, and he gasped. Chiaki tilted her head in confusion at first, before she looked down. She realized that she'd gotten so into the conversation that she'd dropped her arm, and now her nipples were completely visible. Chiaki's cheeks burned anew, and she screeched as she scrambled to cover them again. "A-ah! I'm sorry! They were just…!"

"I-It's fine." She assured him, though she couldn't meet his eyes. "I-I mean…you'll probably end up seeing me anyway, even if I try and hide, so…" Even so, she wasn't going to just show him, but she hoped telling both him and herself that would make her feel better

Unfortunately, her screech attracted some unwanted attention as a few students from the reserve course were now spying on them and taking pictures of Chiaki. Both of them noticed them at once, and Chiaki's grip on her body tightened as she whined. Hajime growled and stood up.

"Hey! Get out of here!" He cried, but they didn't seem very fazed. He clenched his fist, growled again, and took a few steps towards them. "I swear, you better leave now or you will regret it." Thankfully, thanks to Hajime's surprisingly fit build, that was enough to get them to leave, likely satisfied with the pictures they'd gotten for now. Hajime waited to make sure they were gone before he sighed and walked back, sitting down. He turned to find Chiaki smiling shyly at him. "What?"

"Thank you," she said. It was a simple thanks, but one that made the boy's cheeks heat up again, and he rubbed his neck.

"Y-you're welcome, anytime." He said. "So…wanna play?" He asked. She looked down at herself, and then laughed nervously.

"M-maybe some other time." She said. "I'd rather just…talk some more." Hajime nodded.

"We can talk about anything you want." He said, and gave her a reassuring smile. She returned it, and the two began to talk about nothing in particular. Hajime's eyes still kept glancing down, but Chiaki still didn't get upset.

She just made sure her arm stayed secure this time.