"Kyoko!"

The girl whose name had been called turned to see who had called it, and when she saw Makoto was the one currently running towards her, she wasn't quite sure what to expect.

"Hey, what's up?" he asked as he settled in next to her, with her narrowing her eyes at him.

"Did you need something?" she asked.

"No, not in particular. I've just been trying to get to know the people in our class, and I haven't had a chance to really talk to you yet, you know?" he asked, and she raised an eyebrow.

"Right," she said as she turned around and began walking away. She wasn't in the mood to 'get to know her fellow students'. Yet, as she started moving, Makoto matched her pace and stayed at her side.

"I heard that the headmaster is actually your father, what's that like, if you don't mind me asking?" At that, Kyoko grit her teeth.

"Yes, and it's greatly disappointing, as I do not like my father," she said somewhat harshly, and Makoto paused for a moment before shaking his head.

"Right, sorry," he said, and Kyoko had to admit the apology sounded genuine. He also seemed surprisingly unflustered despite talking to a nude girl. "So then, I have a different question. What's your talent?"

"My talent?"

"Mhm. I did some research online when I got accepted in, so I kind of already knew most of the people in our class, but you weren't on there, so I was curious."

"My talent…isn't important," Kyoko said, only for Makoto to frown.

"Don't say that! Of course, talent isn't everything, but if you have a talent, you should be proud of it!" he said, and finally, Kyoko stopped. "Everybody's good at something, and if you're one of the people who some people think is the absolute best in your field, you should be honored to accept that kind of position! Whatever your talent is, you should own it!" Kyoko stared in surprise at the boy as he gave her a warm, confident smile, fully believing what he was saying.

And before she knew it, she gave him a small smile.

"So…I do have another question, something that's been bothering me," Makoto started.

"What's that?"

"Why are you allowed to wear gloves? Why do you wear them at all?"

Instantly, Kyoko felt her smile fall and her body tense up. She could almost tell her expression became hollow, and whatever doors had begun to open snapped shut once more.

She turned away from him for a final time and rushed off, leaving the boy standing there shocked and confused, wondering what he'd said, and now more curious than ever about her gloves.

He made to go after her when someone suddenly walked in front of him, so suddenly in fact that he almost walked right into her and leapt backward in surprise. After a moment, he realized it was Mukuro. "O-Oh, hey!" he said, his eyes wanting to slide down to her arm-covered chest, though he kept them on her face, with some effort.

"H-Hey, Makoto," Mukuro said shyly. Makoto hadn't gotten to know her very well, other than having a few conversations, but he had noticed her occasionally staring at him, which didn't bother him. He just wished she'd actually start a conversation with him.

Thankfully, that's what she finally seemed to be doing now.

"Hey, what's up?" Makoto asked, and Mukuro seemed to shuffle around a bit as if unsure what to actually say. She kept glancing between her feet, the wall, and Makoto's face.

"Um…Makoto…what kind of girls do you like?" she finally asked after several seconds, and he was taken aback by the question.

"Uh…why do you want to know?" he asked cautiously.

"I'm just curious…" Mukuro said unconvincingly, though Makoto was too oblivious to notice.

"Well…I guess I like someone who's…truthful?" he said, and Mukuro slowly nodded, gesturing for him to continue. "I guess they should also be…kind, willing to help people when they need it, someone who doesn't judge other people without getting to know them first, someone who is good deep down even if they don't seem like it at first…"

"So, what about appearance?" Mukuro suddenly asked, surprising Makoto.

"Huh? Oh, that doesn't really matter to me. I don't really have a preference when it comes to how a girl looks." He beamed. "It's the personality that makes beauty!"

Mukuro's eyes widened, and she shifted on her feet. "So…even if someone did some…bad things in the past, you'd still give them a chance?"

"Of course!" he responded enthusiastically. Mukuro seemed to hesitate before stepping towards him and slowly began to lower her arms.

"Makoto, I-"

"What's up, losers?"

Suddenly, two arms were thrown over both Makoto and Mukuro's shoulders, pulling them both close enough to where their arms were pressed against two soft masses of flesh. Both immediately blushed, Makoto especially.

"J-Junko! Please let go…!" Mukuro cried as she tried to escape her sister's grasp, only for her to pull them both even further against her breasts as she laughed.

"Aw, come on, who wouldn't want to get their bodies touching these beauties?" Junko asked before she let go of Mukuro and fully grabbed Makoto. "See, watch." To Mukuro's horror, Junko slammed Makoto's face directly into her chest, making not only the boy cry out in surprise but several students milling around them stop to stare and get jealous of the boy. He thrashed against her grasp as Junko shot her sister a smug look that led to Mukuro turning her head away and pouting, trying to make it seem like it didn't bother her at all, even though it did immensely.

After several moments, Junko freed Makoto, and the boy nearly fell back on the floor, his head spinning. Mukuro ran to her side and used her body to support him as Junko giggled and turned around. "Alright, Mukuro. Let's go."

"Ah…right, sis," Mukuro said dejectedly as she turned to Makoto, who nodded. She opened her mouth like she wanted to say something but eventually closed it, sighed, and turned to follow after her sister, leaving Makoto behind.

"So, are you going to finally tell me what the plan is?" Mukuro asked somewhat coldly as they walked down the hallway, with Junko posing for passing students.

"I'm working on it," she said.

"And how long is that going to take, exactly? You know, it's already been over a week, and you haven't told me anything at all!" Mukuro said.

"What, are you doubting me?"

"Maybe a little-" Mukuro said, but stopped as Junko suddenly stopped and slowly turned to face her. The look on her face immediately froze Mukuro to the spot, an expression so cold and hostile it felt like the temperature in the room had decreased a few degrees.

"I said…I'm working on it. When something is ready, I'll let you know…but only if you get rid of that attitude, understand?" Her tone was flat and lifeless in a way that Mukuro hadn't heard in a long time. She was so stunned that she simply nodded her head, and Junko took a deep breath before plastering a smile back on her face. "Good! Now let's go. You've got homework to do for me." With that, she walked off, and Mukuro soon followed. Though her steps were shaky, as she did so, her encounter with Makoto was suddenly almost completely forgotten.

"How's Hope's Peak?"

The lovely voice of Makoto's sister flowed through the speaker on his phone as Makoto was lounging in his bed that night.

"So far, really nice! The classes are kind of hard, but that's to be expected, I think."

"How's your classmates?"

"They're…eccentric," Makoto said and heard Komaru laugh. He was hesitant to bring up the nudity program, as he was pretty sure Komaru already knew about it, and talking about such a thing with his sister felt…wrong.

Apparently, not to her, though, as she suddenly asked. "So…what's it like being around naked people."

"K-Komaru!" he cried, and she laughed again.

"Sorry, sorry! I'm just genuinely curious."

"Well, it's…uh…" He could feel himself blushing already. "They're…the girls are…pretty?"

"Pretty, huh?" Komaru teased.

"Sh-Shut up! Okay, it's very weird, and I'm not complaining about it because why would I? But I'm trying to stay respectful! Even though there's one student in particular that's making it…really hard…" He shuddered at the memory.

"What happened?"

"Well today she kind of…shoved my face…into her chest…"

There was dead silence for a moment, and Makoto almost began to wonder if she'd hung up.

"Does she like you?"

"N-No, I don't think so. I think she just likes teasing people, like her sister."

"I see…" Makoto could tell his sister wasn't convinced, but she moved on before he could say anything further. "Do you like anyone?"

"Komaru!"

"Come onnn, tell me~"

"N-No, okay!" he said, even as a head of blue hair appeared in his mind. "It's too early for that kind of thing anyway, a-and I want to focus on my studies!"

"Uh-huh," Komaru said flatly and then sighed. "Well, you better let me know as soon as you get a girlfriend, alright?"

"Mhm," he replied absentmindedly.

"Man, I really hope I get to go to school there. That would be so cool…"

For just a brief moment, Makoto thought about Komaru in the Hope's Peak uniform. He thought she'd probably look cute before then, but all of a sudden, he pictured her entering the program and suddenly appearing naked in front of him, her large chest bouncing, her bare hips swaying, and he suddenly felt sick.

"L-Let's just see where things go, okay?" he asked nervously.

"Alright!" Komaru said, unaware of his disgusting—if brief—fantasy and the conversation continued on while Makoto tried to get that image out of his head.

"This is…really weird…"

It was perhaps an understatement for Mahiru, as she and Kazuichi sat completely naked at the back of the movie theater, watching an action movie Kazuichi had recommended. Mahiru had never quite been into action movies herself, but she had to admit that this one was actually fairly exciting, and she loved it…except for the nudity, of course.

Neither of them were covering up since the theater was dark, but it still felt completely strange to be sitting there naked like they were.

It became especially strange when a sex scene began to play. Mahiru had known it would be coming since Kazuichi had warned her, but it still surprised her at how explicit and drawn out it seemed. She couldn't help but glance over at her boyfriend, only for her eyes to widen as she saw he was fidgeting around and had his hand over his cock. "H-Hey…!" she said quietly.

"Sorry, it's just…that's really hot, and I'm naked next to a really pretty girl, so of course I'm gonna get turned on!" he said, and although Mahiru blushed at his comment, she still did pout.

"Can't you just…control it? If someone sees-"

"Nobody is going to see us," he assured her. "It's dark, and we're at the very back. It'll be fine. I just…have to endure, I guess." Mahiru frowned. She knew there was a second sex scene near the end of the movie, and she was almost worried it would be…too painful. She didn't really understand what it was like having a dick, but it certainly looked unpleasant.

And so, before she could really think about what she was doing, she leaned over and gently took his cock in her hand. Kazuichi stiffened as he whipped his head over to her.

"Wh-What are you…?!"

"Shhh, just…relax, okay?" Mahiru said, surprised at herself that she was doing something so lewd. Kazuichi tried his best to follow her command and settled back against the seat, spreading his legs to give her easier access.

As she jerked off her boyfriend right then and there, she felt a strange tingle come over her, coalescing between her legs as she listened to his gentle moans more than the actual movie itself. She could feel she was growing horny, but it felt somehow different this time…as if it was stronger. Before she knew it, her hand was shaking between her legs, and she gently began to rub herself, her body shifting as she did her best to focus on making her boyfriend feel good.

Which he certainly was. He leaned back further in his seat as he stuck out his hips. Something about doing something so lewd while not only completely naked but also in such a public place felt thrilling in a way that Kazuichi couldn't quite describe. Knowing that all those people down near the front had no idea what the two of them were doing at that very moment it was incredibly arousing. And given that, when he looked over, he saw Mahiru masturbating as well, he figured she felt the same.

He had an idea of what that meant but couldn't really think too hard on it, given how his mind was currently melting with pleasure. He could feel the climax slowly bubbling up inside him as he gyrated his hips into her hand, his groaning and moaning growing louder with each passing second.

Mahiru was also starting to reach that point as well. She thrust her finger in and out of herself, unsure how she was managing to pleasure them both at once, but not wanting to question it as she bent forward, then back, then stretched out her legs. It was intense, the incredible ecstasy she felt unmatched by anything she or Kazuichi had done before, and yet she didn't quite know why. With a final plunge of her finger, she came and looked over just in time to see Kazuichi finishing as well, his cum spilling over his head and onto her hand as they both did their best to stay as quiet as possible despite the intent orgasms they were both experiencing.

It took several seconds for them both to finish and relax, collapsing back into their seats as they fought to catch their breath, fighting wild dizziness from their post-nut clarity.

"Th-That was…woah…" Kazuichi was the first to speak, and Mahiru nodded.

"That felt…different…but in a really, really good way…" she agreed. The two slowly turned to look at each other, then down at their seats, both now slightly covered with their cum, and then back up at each other.

This was definitely something they were going to need to talk about at some point.