Part 1
In a dimly lit room, monitors displayed footage of the "Practical Exam."
Sitting at desks and watching intently were figures clad in various costumes... heroes.
They weren't just ordinary heroes. These were the teaching staff of U.A. High School... specifically, those selected as examiners for this year's entrance exam, the general admission test.
They were closely monitoring the mock battles taking place in the vast exam venue modeled after a city, using dozens of cameras. Their purpose was to prevent fatalities or serious injuries from unexpected accidents... and for one other reason.
To evaluate the "Rescue Points," which weren't publicly disclosed.
These were points awarded through a screening system for actions that saved other examinees in crisis, rather than for destroying virtual enemy robots. They represented the essential heroic qualities of selflessness and strong belief in helping others, which were said to be fundamental to being a hero.
Of course, some might figure out this criterion and perform rescue actions just for points, but that was fine. Their abilities in such situations would also be evaluated.
After completing the scoring, the final overall practical exam results, combining Villain Points and Rescue Points, were displayed.
On one particularly large monitor, two examinees were shown in close-up.
One was a blond boy with a fierce-looking smile, wearing a black tank top for ease of movement, destroying incoming enemies one after another with explosions from his palms.
The other was a green-haired boy with a timid demeanor and unremarkable movements, but he left a strong impression with the courage and self-sacrifice he showed in confronting the massive Zero-Point Enemy to save others in the final stages, along with the astonishing destructive power he demonstrated in doing so.
"First place with zero Rescue Points, huh... In the latter half, while others slowed down, he kept attracting enemies with his flashy Quirk and intercepting them. A testament to his toughness."
"In contrast... zero Villain Points and 60 Rescue Points. Others have faced that thing before, but it's been a while since I've seen anyone smash it like that..."
"But he's a strange one, isn't he... Suffering massive injuries from the recoil of his own attack... It's like a toddler who just manifested their Quirk."
Katsuki Bakugo and Midoriya Izuku. The two boys were being compared for their contrasting evaluation scores.
After the discussion continued for a while, the screen changed, showing on one side a tall girl with black hair... Fumiko Towa.
It was the scene where she had just destroyed two virtual enemies at once with a sweeping blow from her bare fists.
"This one is similar. 76 points from Villain Points alone... She falls just short of his score, but she's crushing everything with pure physical strength, without using any apparent Quirk-like ability. It might be an enhancement-type Quirk that doesn't show externally..."
"Still, she's strong. Even if they're made to be fragile, destroying metal virtual enemies almost entirely with single blows..."
"However, her movement is completely self-taught brawling. Doesn't feel like martial arts... A bit rough."
"But because of that, she seems to properly understand her own abilities and shortcomings, right? The zero Rescue Points are likely because she disliked others getting caught up in her flashy fighting style and kept moving to uninhabited areas."
"So she's not unaware of her surroundings. Well, we still can't award points for that... But this girl, seeing her surname, is she from that 'Towa family'?"
"Yes. The current head's daughter... the third daughter. According to the submitted documents, her family environment seems somewhat complex..."
"That's not something we should delve into. If her abilities and character are fine, we just accept and nurture her. Now then, next..."
Perhaps because there was something slightly noteworthy in the documents at hand, there was a scene where Fumiko was discussed at somewhat greater length... but that soon ended, and the screen switched to the next examinee.
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In the morning, waking up in bed... I resist the temptation to sleep more, push aside the fluffy, soft futon, and sit up.
From beneath it... my completely naked body, not wearing a single piece of clothing, is revealed. Pushing the futon away exposes it in the dim room, where the window isn't yet open.
...Sleeping completely naked without wearing anything is actually pretty comfortable, you know... The feeling of skin directly touching the futon, the whole body being enveloped is surprisingly...
This seems to be an inherited sensibility. My mother does it too.
At first, I thought being a nudist was a bit much, but after trying it out of curiosity once, I kind of got addicted to it... Somehow, I've picked up this erotic habit.
Standing up and stretching big, my well-developed chest armor shakes with a bounce.
Looking down from above, they're at a level where it's hard to see my feet due to their size... Even though they're my own, I think they have a nice shape. Though I don't get aroused by girls body anymore.
Still naked, I head to the washstand, wash my face, brush my teeth... then return to my room and take underwear from the dresser. Without thinking much, I put on the bra and panties that catch my eye, and quickly put on other clothes...
"...Did they get bigger again? My chest feels tight..."
It's a hardship I only understood after becoming a girl, just like "that day."
When I was a man, I had the usual lecherous thoughts too... I even had a foolish period where I thought women's large breasts were filled with dreams and hope or something.
But once I found myself in that position... my perception shifted strongly to seeing them more as nuisances that just cause extra expenses from size updates and induce shoulder stiffness.
If that were all, it might be okay, but they get in the way when moving because they bounce, they attract stares when going out, I get groped on trains... and also, the hateful and envious stares from other girls are pretty scary.
In my second year of middle school, when a girl of rare value (a euphemism) grabbed me fiercely with a terrifying expression in the changing room while I was changing, shouting "Move it!"... I was just scared. I thought I was going to be torn apart.
Similar things happened eight times during my school years. Girls are scary, seriously scary.
Any thought like, "Since I'm a girl, I can freely enter the girls' changing room and women's baths—" was blown away in an instant.
Maybe my mind is being pulled along by being in a female body, because I don't get that excited seeing "the same sex" naked either... Rather, I'm scared of the aggressive physical contact and the jealous stares from the self-proclaimed "have-nots"...
Lately, I even feel like my mind is properly that of a woman's... it's just that male values and memories are mixed in, or something like that... But more importantly, clothes.
"Well, I'm not struggling for money, so buying clothes itself isn't a problem..."
For now, I choose other, relatively loose clothes to wear and quickly start preparing breakfast.