Hiryu had a hard time adjusting to living in a new country after his whole family moved from China. But coming to a new school and meeting Sen there was the best thing that ever happened.
The penultimate chapter is here! AwaMomo is at it's most strained after their eventful Christmas party, and they talk to everyone but each other. Monoma is a good boy, Todoroki is Todoroki, and Tokage is... you should see what she's like.
Chapter 10! Broke 100k words! Broke my friend's mind over the events! I believe it's well worth the read, but I might be biased lol
As a teaser, and a deleted scene, here's a cute thing to read about our darling genius Yaoyorozu:
“And Merry Christmas to you too, Kyouka! But, if you’ll excuse me, I need to get ready!”
“Oh, yeah, you’re going to Class B’s party too. Who invited you? Was it Kendou? Tokage?”
“Awase!”
“Right… Which one is he again? Headband guy?”
“Yes, Kyouka, he is the headband guy,” Yaoyorozu said with a chuckle. “I’ll be back later, don’t you worry.”
Jirou shrugged and waved goodbye, letting the double party-goer run upstairs to prepare for her second Christmas party of the night. Yaoyorozu quickly reached the top floor, where there were no more sounds of festivity, no more smells of roast turkey, and not enough light with the hall lights turned off. The stars and moon, however, gave her enough light to see in front of her.
Entering her room, Yaoyorozu bubbled in excitement. Another party might be too much for some, but she could not wait! She loved parties, and the fact that she was explicitly invited to this one was exhilarating. Awase had gone out of his way to invite her to it, how could she say no?
She didn’t need much for preparation, she was just going in the same green Santa outfit! It was cute! All she needed now were some touch-ups on her makeup and perfume… and the gifts she planned to give Awase. A 50$ App Store gift card, and a brand new headband.
Yes, she knew they agreed to not give gifts, but what kind of friend would she be if she didn’t? The boy saved her life—twice now—and truly began placing his trust in her over the past month since he bawled in the very bed she sat down on. He deserved a show of her affection, friendly or otherwise. And though she may secretly be in favour of giving him something more than just a present, this was the safest option.
But as she stared at the ruby-red headband, splayed out in her hands, her mind began to wander. Why did her 1-B friend wear a headband all the time? Was it comfortable? Did he wear it to bed with his pajamas? How many headbands did he own? Were they easy to wash? Was it really a boy band thing?
…Could anyone look good in it?
“Pft- That’s silly, Momo, it’s his gift!” she mumbled to herself. But her mirror was right there, taunting her, daring her to give into her deep, dark desires. She stood up and stared at her reflection with knitted eyebrows. One little try-on wouldn’t hurt, would it?
She removed her emerald Santa hat with a little book on the end and quickly put her hair back up. Then, with her head down, she maneuvered her puff of hair into the gap of the headband and fit it snugly around her skull. And if she was doing this, she needed to go all out.
Yaoyorozu whipped her head up, stared into her reflected face with angled eyebrows and a wide grin, and spoke proudly and deeply.
“Good morning, Yaoyorozu!”
She stared at her face that smiled back like how Awase would smile at her, and she crumpled up into a ball of cringe on her floor.
After a few minutes of lamenting on the floor, the girl composed herself and stood up. The headband gave her too much power! She took it off before she did something that would make her flush redder than its own cloth.
Yaoyorozu quickly gathered her things to leave. She undid the ponytail and set the Santa hat snug on her head. Then, she folded up the gift card within the headband to make a cute little package to give to Awase and stuffed it in a back pocket of hers. Finally, she stepped out of the door with an excited smile.
It was time for Class 1-B’s party. What could possibly go wrong?
Yousetsu Awase’s alarm went off early Monday morning. It only beeped twice because he was already awake.
“Ugh… nh, shuddup…” he groaned, sitting up and rubbing his bloodshot eyes.
It was another restless night. He went to bed early, stayed awake for hours, and could only stay asleep for brief, unfulfilling intervals. In total, he might’ve had two hours of rest. On the plus side, there were no nightmares. But on the downside, he got six hours of sleep over two days, and he was exhausted. He just woke up.
It had been two days since he hurt Yaoyorozu. Two quiet, cold, guilt-filled days.
I’m back with more AwaMomo!
Been a long and tough semester, but the next chapter is finally here! And from what close followers have said, it’s the best one so far! Good, because I spent 3 months making this as amazing and hard-hitting as possible...
Pro Wrestling out of context: So there’s this tag team in All Elite Wrestling who’ve recently become super popular. They were already pretty popular with the crowd thanks to their gimmick (that being that they always cut a freestyle disstrack on their opponents during their entrance), but they’ve suddenly skyrocketed in popularity partially thanks to just a single catchphrase they started using recently. Crowds are chanting it, making all kinds of signs referencing it, and a shirt with the printed slogan recently released on the merch store has very quickly become the fastest selling piece of merch this month.
Now, non-wrestling fans may be reading this thinking it’s a perfectly normal, mundane story that’s nothing to write home about, but I need you to understand that the catchphrase in question is “Scissor Me, Daddy Ass”