"Good morning, Makoto!"

"Ah, good morning, Sayaka!"

The two greeted each other as the idol ran up to meet him. They usually managed to miss each other in the mornings, but it seemed this time, their arrival times finally lined up. "Did you get that assignment done?"

"Oh yeah, though I almost had to stay up until midnight to complete it," the boy answered as he felt a breeze travel along his body. It was supposed to be a windy day today, and he could already feel it coming in. "How about you?"

"Pretty much the same," she said. "I was working on a new song, so I had to finish that alongside my homework." Makoto's eyes went wide.

"You did both?!" he cried.

"Yep! Before midnight!" Sayaka confirmed with a satisfied smile.

"That's…really impressive!" Makoto complimented, and a light blush crossed her cheeks, which made him smile in turn. He always relished when he was able to make that happen. The two talked about some more stuff as they slowly approached the front doors of Hope's Peak. They were just about there when a harsh wind blew. Makoto lifted his arm and turned to Sayaka to comment when he saw it.

The wind lifted her skirt. Everyone else including Sayaka looked away as they did the same thing as Makoto.

But Makoto's eyes were focused on what was underneath Sayaka's skirt.

Or rather, what wasn't.

He had frozen in place as the wind died and the skirt settled back down. The idol brushed hair out of her face and turned to Makoto, blinking. "Makoto? You okay?"

"I…u-um…y-yeah…I'm good. Just…uh…f-felt like I was going to fall over or something!" he lied as his mind raced. Sayaka's cheeks were slightly red, but he could barely focus as she let out a small laugh, her hands poised over her skirt.

"Yeah, it was pretty strong, wasn't it?" she said. "Come on, we're gonna be late if we don't hurry!" She skipped forward and for a moment, Makoto just stood there in a daze before he finally found feeling in his feet again and kept moving.

But for the rest of the day, his mind was stuck. Stuck on that image of Sayaka.

She hadn't been wearing panties.

The image was frozen in his mind. The wind blowing up her skirt, revealing the complete lack of clothing beneath. The very bottom of her smooth stomach, the V of her legs leading down between them, where her peach blossom sat, completely free of hair. That detail alone kept him hard nearly the entire day.

Sayaka wasn't wearing panties.

Was it an accident? Or was it intentional? He hadn't been able to tell. Should he confront her about it? Or let it go? Or…had he somehow imagined it?

Yeah, surely that must've been it. There was no way Sayaka wasn't wearing panties! That was ridiculous! He must've just imagined it somehow, like perhaps she was wearing some skin-colored panties. He'd only gotten a small glance after all.

The denial was going strong in his brain for the rest of the day as he tried to convince himself that his childhood friend and idol Sayaka Maizono surely wouldn't have forgotten or purposefully gone without panties. It was just absurd.

So as the pair were leaving school later that day, he'd managed to get his boner under control and they were having a pleasant conversation as they left through the school doors.

Immediately the wind was blowing once more, and with Sayaka in front of him, the wind blew the back of her skirt up, and Makoto froze on the spot.

Her ass. Completely on display. Her supple cheeks now locked in his mind.

He immediately assumed she was just wearing a thong or something else like it. His denial was already running rampant as she thrust her skirt down and turned around, words already forming on her lips. The wind blew again though, and now the front flipped up.

Sayaka wasn't wearing panties.

"S-SAYAKA! WH-WHY AREN'T YOU WEARING ANY UNDERWEAR?!" Makoto shouted before he knew what he was doing. Sayaka's face heated up as the students around them stopped in their tracks to look over at them in confusion and shock.

"A-Ah, I just, um…" Sayaka tried to say before a gust blew by so strong that her arms went up and her entire skirt, both front and back, flipped up, allowing everyone around to see the truth; that she truly was going commando. She screeched as the wind eventually died down, and though thankfully it had been so brief no one had managed to take pictures, she thrust the skirt down and looked at Makoto. Her lips trembled as her body shook. Makoto was about to open his mouth to apologize when she screamed, her face redder than he'd ever seen it.

"OH, MAKOTO, YOU IDIOT!" she cried before she turned and ran away with such speed that she was gone before he even registered the words. He stood there in complete shock and blinked a few times. The students around them whispered and gossiped about what just happened, some lamenting that they hadn't gotten any pictures, while Makoto let out a breath.

"Well, crap."