#momojiro fluff

[sparkles-and-trash]

hii! may i request some cute mmjr halloween hcs? :D ~ vya

ahhh yes I was hoping someone would ask for them ehehe >:3

so just to set the stage here, I fully think both of these gals are crazy about the other, in the way of like, not fully believing that the other can like them back as much as they like them

and I think that would kind of shine trough a little extra on halloween

both of them generally enjoy this holiday, but they had very different ways of celebrating it growing up

In the Yaoyorozu household it was very glammed up, they either went to or hosted these big, fancy costume parties, always with themes, and everything was very polite and almost regal lol

while in the Kyouka house, there were more traditional celebrations, like fun, over the top costumes, giving out candy to the neighborhood kids, and her parents would often let Jirou have halloween parties with her friends when she was still in elementary and middle school

and so when they start dating, they both really want to try to do what they think the other wants

but since neither have much experience with the others ways of celebrating, they seek help elsewhere to surprise the other

Momo goes to Denki, who knows Jirou very well being her bestie, and with Denki comes Kirishima, so now she has a little team on her side

while Jirou seeks out Shouto, who not only knows Momo fairly well, but had a similar upbringing in the sense of the people surrounding their families

and with Shouto comes Izuku, who may not have much experience with fancy halloweens, but he loves love, and since his boyfriend, Kirishima, is suddenly busy helping Momo and Denki with some kind of secret project, he has a lot of extra time

Denki and Kirishima are going all out with Momo's plan, they're planning on decorating Momo's room in a typical halloween way that they hope remind Jioru of her childhood

Kirishima keeps being brought to tears by the whole thing

Shinsou tried to carefully tell his boyfriend that they might be going a little overboard, but it's far too late for that now that Denki is fully invested and hyped

while Jirou managed to get Shouto to help her learn some basic ballroom dances, which makes izuku super emotional, while Bakugo is sitting in a corner huffing and pouting at how Jirou is stealing his boyfriend's precious time that could be spent on him

but he would never admit that out loud

and he would definitely never admit that he kinda thinks the whole thing just a little sweet

so, when halloween finally comes around, they both have plans they're desperately trying to get to work

Jirou is planning on taking Momo out to their special spot in the park by the dorms to look at the stars and then ask her to dance with her and surprise her with knowing how to

and Momo is planning on decorating all of her room in the typical halloween decorations and watch Jirou's favorite scary movies in the new matching PJ's she's gotten for them

luckily, the scheming boyfriends ends up figuring each other out, and therefore manage to avert the crisis somehow

without the girls knowledge, they all band together to sort of morph the two ideas together in Momo's room

they manage to borrow Aoyama's telescope, so they can still stargaze from the room, and the make space so they get to do the dancing, and get all the movies queued up and ready

so naturally, matching PJ's, the Scream movies, stargazing, and slow dancing in their flannel PJ's after the movie marathon becomes their little halloween tradition

the boys are all so fucking proud of themselves lmao, as they should be honestly <3

help I'm so single laihfslkhfskla

[pepsiandmentos]

momojirou fluff fics are somehow always 100/10. like i can be scrolling through the dreck of a03 and some oneshot with no comments or kudos with fourteen grammar mistakes and yet it still makes me sob on the toilet at 2 am ;-;

[actualfemslash]

she keeps me warm (7067 words) by sapphicflower Author tumblr: @we-stanjirou Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo Characters: Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Hagakure Tooru, Asui Tsuyu, Bakugou Katsuki Additional Tags: Characters Are Pro Heroes (My Hero Academia), Fluff and Humour, Oblivious Jirou Kyouka, Confessions, Kissing in the Rain, Dorks in Love, Getting Together, Romantic Gestures, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, oh god i didn't mean for it to come out this fluffy but it did, No regrets though, dumb lesbians, Past Jirou Kyouka/Kaminari Denki, Female Friendship, Mutual Pining, Awkward Flirting, God I love that tag, momo just use your words, Suggestive Themes, and by that i mean momo using the cannon looks like a strap, Hagakure Tooru is a Good Friend, Asui Tsuyu is a Good Friend, implied bkdk - Freeform Summary:

"You should’ve seen the look on your face!” Jirou tilts her chin up to look at the night sky. “Kinda reminded me of a villain or something.” “A- a villain ?” Momo squeaks, one hand cupping the side of her face. “Are- are you pulling my leg? Did I really?!” Jirou rolls her neck to the side to look at her. “Nah, I’m not joking,” she says, eyes fixating on her dark eyelashes. “It was hot, though.” Momo stares at her. "Hot," she repeats, face perfectly blank.

Or: the one in which Jirou offhandedly tells Yaoyorozu that it's hot when she brings out her signature cannon when she fights villains, and Yaoyorozu continues to bring the cannon out onto the field after she says this.

For some reason. Jirou's got no idea why.

[ao3feed-bakusquad]

Cake

Cake by HellaNella

Kaminari really wants cake. Little does he know, cake isn't the only thing he's going to become addicted to.

Words: 4510, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Kaminari Denki, Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo

Relationships: Kaminari Denki/Kirishima Eijirou

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Bakery, Alternate Universe - No Quirks, Romance, Fluff, Background MomoJiro

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/43129441

[ao3feed-bnha-rarepair]

Unexpected Visit

Unexpected Visit by angeelskies

Yaoyorozu receives an unexpected visitor in her dorm.

▶ Momo Yaoyorozu x Kyouka Jirou - fluffy ▶ also posted on Wattpad and Spirit Fanfics

Words: 639, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo

Relationships: Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Jirou Kyouka & Yaoyorozu Momo

Additional Tags: Girls Kissing, Girls Love, Girl x Girl, Yuri, momojirou, momojiro, Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Romance, Teen Romance, momojirou love place, Love, Love Confessions, Friends to Lovers

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44021050

[vannahfanfics]

Music is Love in Search of a Word

Word Count: 5080

Fluff, Romance, Soulmates, Café AU

Summary: Momo Yaoyorozu has finally accomplished her goal of opening her own café. And the location she's chosen isn't just good for business—it's also the ticket to finding her soulmate!

Hello, everyone! Here is my story for the MomoJiro Bang! Please check out the lovely art by my partner @bnha-ramblings, and also a big thanks to my beta @leland-chapman-the-bounty-hunter​! Enjoy!

The scent of brewing chamomile danced on the air, filling Momo’s nose with a honey-sweet smell. It bubbled in the teapot on the rustic stove, which sat between two counters laden with espresso machines, coffee pots, jugs of fruit concentrate chilling in bowls of ice, and countless bags of tea leaves. A foot and a half in front of the cabinets and counters stood a display case, which housed scrumptious-looking muffins, danishes, brownies and blondies, donuts, and various other pastries. A small counter sat beside it with an old-fashioned cash register and a tiny potted money tree. Momo flitted around the various round, tableclothed tables to slightly rearrange the flowers sitting in the colorful glass vases or barely shift the teacups and saucers. After giving the room one last scrutinizing sweep, she walked up to the front glass door to flip the sign hanging in it to “OPEN.” 

The simple act made Momo swell with pride. I’ve done it! I’ve successfully opened my own tea shop and café! She thought triumphantly. Four years of slaving over a business degree, half a year of financial bargaining, and another three months of construction, interior decorating, and asset obtaining had finally led to this moment. She couldn’t help peering out of the door at the sidewalk. Her fingers twiddled with anticipation as she watched the passersby. Would any of them notice her new tea shop? Would any of them be intrigued and stop in? Who would be her first customer? 

After a few seconds of heart-pounding suspense, Momo realized that her potential customers may be put off by a sweaty, wide-eyed woman standing at the door breathing heavily onto the glass. She rubbed away the condensation with the hem of her apron before hurrying back to the counter. She needed to find something to occupy her time or she would go crazy from the expectation! However, she had been at the store for three hours preparing, so it was terribly hard to find anything to do now. She just stared hopelessly at the teapot on the stove, counting the seconds until it began to whistle with the collecting steam. 

When she finally pulled the chamomile tea off the stove, she was at a complete loss of what to do. 

Music. Music would help calm my nerves, she decided. She walked across the room to the old-fashioned radio sitting on a shelf on the wall. All of the outfittings in Momo’s tea shop had a rustic charm to contribute to the English Victorian vibe that she was going for—plus, she just loved the character of antiques! She fiddled with the dial, surfing through the static for a channel that would suit the atmosphere of her tea shop. She finally landed on a classical music channel, and sweet tones of piano keys began to mingle in the air with the fresh scent of the chamomile. 

It seemed that Momo had caught the tail end of a piece; by the time she walked back to her counter to pour herself a cup of chamomile, the radio host's voice has replaced the calming piano music. 

“Hello, listeners. I hope we are having a pleasant morning,” the host’s voice was soft and rich like the smoothest coffee; it immediately lulled Momo into a sleepy sense of contentment, prompting her to lean back against the counter and sip at her hot tea with a smile. “The next song comes to us from the most recent classical sensation, contemporary pianist Hitoshi Shinso. In a recent interview, he explained how his soulmate song inspired all the work on his debut album. He wanted to celebrate the love for his soulmate, and each song in the album chronicles their journey together…” 

The radio host’s comments faded into the background as Momo drifted further into a placated state of daydreaming. She’d always adored the concept of the soulmate song. It was so inherently romantic! A song you were born knowing. A song that you only shared with one other person in the whole world. A unique tune that you could use to communicate with someone on such an intimate, personal level. Just thinking about it made butterflies take flight in Momo’s stomach and pleasurable tingles begin to shoot up and down her nerves. 

Momo especially loved her soulmate song. She supposed everyone thought their soulmate song was extra-special, but Momo couldn’t help but just be enamored by hers. It was a harmonious blend of classical notes and jazzy tunes that came together to make a soothing yet stimulating melody. When Momo closed her eyes and let it flow forth to fill her mind, body, and soul with its mellifluence, she couldn’t help but imagine the kind of person her soulmate must be. Who did those hints of serious, deep tones amongst her sweet, high notes represent? How did it align with their personality? Wondering always filled Momo with a sense of excitement about the day that she would finally discover the truth. 

Just as Momo was beginning to lose herself in her soulmate song, she was jolted back to reality by the loud chime of the bell attached to the top of her door. 

“O-oh! Welcome,” she cried. As she jumped away from the counter, she nearly dropped the mug of chamomile she was still holding in her hands. She squeaked as the liquid sloshed over the rim, spilling over her hands and splashing down on the floor. 

“Pl-please excuse me!” she flushed in embarrassment, scrambling around behind the counter in search of a dishrag. When she found one, she hastily wiped off the mug and set it down, and then rushed up to the cash register while still wiping the tea from her hands. “Sorry about that! How can I help yo—Oh! Ochako!” 

“Hi, Momo!” her friend chirped pleasantly. “I rushed over here as soon as I saw that you were open! Am I your first customer?” 

“Yes, actually, you are!” Momo laughed. Ochako squealed and did a little happy dance, which made Momo laugh more. 

“It looks so cute!” Ochako gushed, stepping to the side to hungrily eye the many sweets sitting in the display counter. “And everything looks so delicious! It’s so amazing! You’ve been working on this for so long. It’s hard to believe that the day has finally come.” 

“I know!” Momo said, smiling while resting her cheek into her hand. “I almost expect to wake up in my bed, it all having been one long dream…” 

“Well, this is no dream, sister!” Ochako said and even lightly pinched Momo’s upper arm. She sprang away with a squeal, swatting at Ochako’s hand. She tried to look stern, but the laugh bubbling from her lips ruined it. Ochako just playfully wiggled her eyebrows before leaning down to hungrily inspect the sweet wares Momo had arranged in the display. “Honestly, it feels like I’m the one dreaming, now! All of these treats look so amazing… It’s like Heaven…”

“You can have whichever one you like. My treat,” Momo offered. 

“No way!” Ochako objected, shooting straight up to poutily frown at her. “I’m your first customer, and that means I’m gonna pay! No ifs, ands, or buts about it… buuuuuuut I won’t refuse a little something extra.” Her firm tone faded into a dreamy drawl as her eyes drifted back to the case, particularly the ichigo daifuku tantalizing her from the top shelf. Momo couldn’t help but laugh; of course Ochako’s weakness to mochi was coming into play, and she had always been partial to the spring-exclusive treat. 

“I’ll throw in some of the ichigo daifuku in for free,” she assured Ochako, who pumped her first with a quiet but triumphant “yes!” 

While Ochako struggled to decide which of the treats she wanted to purchase, Momo opened the back of the case to pull out the platter of mochi treats. She picked one up and carefully wrapped it in cute pink wax paper, then set it into a white pastry box. The lid was emblazoned with her shop name, cursive writing in shiny, eye-catching gold. Ochako cooed delightedly at it when she caught sight of it. 

“Man, Momo, you sure thought of everything,” she praised. “Your shop is going to take off in no time!” 

“I sure hope so,” Momo sighed in response. 

She had devoted much time and energy into her preparations, exploring every avenue and having contingencies for her contingencies, but the threat of failure always loomed like an anvil over her head. What if her shop wasn’t a hit? She’d been open for fifteen minutes now, and her best friend was the only one who’d stopped in. Was her business doomed to fail? Oh, dear, what was she going to do—

“Snap out of it!” Ochako barked and snapped her fingers in front of Momo’s face. Momo’s eyelashes fluttered as she struggled to reign her dizzied mind back in. When she looked blearily at her best friend, she had her arms crossed and her mouth pulled into a frown. 

“You’ve been open for fifteen minutes and you’re already doubting yourself, aren’t you?” 

“No…” Momo mumbled. It definitely didn’t sound convincing, and she averted her gaze as heat rushed to her cheeks. Ochako heaved a sigh, then reached out to pluck half of the ichigo daifuku from the box. 

“Listen, Momo, you’ll take off in no time,” she said, then took a bite of the sweet, chewy mochi. “I mean—oh my God, Momo, this is so good!” 

Whatever she was going to say was interrupted by her blissful cry, but honestly, Momo would much rather hear that than whatever lecture she was about to get. Her eyes lit up in delight as Ochako began to chomp away at the mochi, stuffing the bits into her cheeks instead of swallowing so she could savor every little bit. 

“Really? You think it’s good?” 

“It’s amazing! It’s the best I’ve ever had! I really have died and gone to Heaven…” 

Momo gave Ochako another bit of the mochi treat on the house, while Ochako bought some strawberry shortcake to try later. Seeing as no one else was in the shop, Momo escorted her to the door, opening it for her as they continued to chat about Momo’s aspirations. She was right in the middle of bidding Ochako farewell when the words jammed in her throat. 

“What? What is it?” Ochako asked around the strawberry currently clamped between her teeth. Momo ignored her, looking around wildly. 

Where is it? Where is it coming from? She thought, eyes wide as she looked around in a frenzy. Ochako continued to bleat “What, what?” until Momo frantically wheezed, “My soulmate song.” 

It floated on the warm spring air, light and airy like bubbles. It was unmistakable. It resonated in Momo’s soul. That cappuccino blend of jazz and sweet notes that she had known since before she could recognize what music even was. She could recognize it even though it was being played on an acoustic guitar, the deep notes thrumming in the air. Yet the street was empty aside from a few curious onlookers—no street performers, no radios, not even someone listening to a video on their phone. The song seemed to bounce off the brick walls of the buildings, the sound waves colliding in a confusing but beautiful mass of symphony. Momo could only spin in circles on the sidewalk while she tried fruitlessly to pin down the direction that the song was coming from. 

When it stopped, Momo’s heart shattered. 

“Momo! Momo, hey!” Ochako cried as tears flooded Momo’s eyes. She really wasn’t sure why. 

Her soul was weeping at the failed opportunity, wailing deep in her chest. It made everything go tight, so much so that she had to squat down and focus on catching her breath. Ochako soothingly rubbed her back, and though sympathetic words left her friend’s lips, she couldn’t hear them for the white noise rushing in her ears. 

There was no mistake. That was definitely her soulmate song. But where could it had come from? She looked up and down the street, and though the landscape was blurred slightly by her tears, there was nothing, no clues to the identity of her soulmate or the source of the music. 

“I heard it… I heard it, Ochako…” she said hoarsely. It felt like she’d spent the last ten minutes screaming, the tissue of her throat raw and scratchy and sore. She looked tearily up at her, then whispered, “What if I never hear it again? What if I missed my chance?” 

Momo didn’t like to be overly emotional, and she never would have expected that she would have reacted so strongly to this situation. But it literally felt like her heart had been torn out of her chest, leaving a raw, bleeding wound. She groaned, pawing over her chest while half-expecting to really find a bleeding gash. The strums of the guitar strings still rang hollowly in her ears. Would the ghost of this moment be the only taste of her soulmate that she would ever get? The prospect agonized her, pulling a whine from her trembling lips. 

“Hey, Momo, snap out of it! It’s just first encounter syndrome.” 

Ochako’s voice finally tore Momo out of her emotional turmoil. As she blinked, sending the tears spilling down her ruddy cheeks, she felt like the anxiety swirling inside of her rushed out through her feet. Ochako patted her cheek tenderly as she stood over her, eyebrows knitted in concern. 

“First… encounter syndrome?” Momo rasped. Drink, I need a drink…

“Yeah. Sometimes, when people first encounter or get hints of their soulmate, they have an overwhelming emotional reaction.”

Sensing her thoughts, Ochako helped her to her feet, keeping a gentle hand on her elbow as she guided her inside. Though Momo felt much better, her legs were no better than jelly, making her knees knock together as she fumbled to the nearest table. She practically collapsed in the chair, while Ochako rushed behind the counter to get her a glass of water. Momo’s mouth was like a desert now, and so she could only mouth “thank you” before greedily downing the water. She took it in big gulps, not caring about the water that surged out the corners of her lips and dripped down her chin onto her apron. 

“Guh…” she breathed when she finally pulled the empty glass from her lips. 

“Better?” Ochako smiled weakly as she sat down beside her. Momo nodded, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. She was dreadfully exhausted, however, and knowing she had to man the shop for the rest of the day made it even worse. “I’ve heard it’s pretty intense. Apparently, Sero had it the first time he met Mina… He broke down bawling right then and there. Couldn’t even say ‘hello’ to her for five whole minutes.” 

“I can imagine,” Momo said wearily, sinking into the chair. She was glad she invested in nice cushioning because it sure felt good embracing her shaky body right now. 

She spent a minute or so running her sweaty palms up and down the skirt of her dress until the last of the tremors ceased. Ochako sat close to her, comfortingly patting her on the shoulder and distracting her with small talk. 

When she finally felt like a person again, Momo cleared her throat and uttered, “So… Do you think I’ll find them? My soulmate?” 

“Of course!” Ochako said with an encouraging nod. She gestured to the window with a big smile. “They’re out there! Just waiting for you!” She leaned forward to pat her firmly on the shoulder. “Just wait. You’ll hear your song again, and next time, you’ll find them. You’ll see!” 

“Yeah,” Momo hummed in agreement. She sank back into the chair with another soft sigh. “Yeah,” she echoed. I just have to wait. I’ll find them next time!

“Kill me. End me. Snuff out my miserable existence,” Momo groaned, punctuating each word with a bang of her forehead against the counter. 

There wasn’t anyone in the café since it was just after closing hours, so her only consolation was the echo of her own head thwack-thwack-thwacking against the wood. Two weeks! It had been two whole weeks! Two weeks of hearing her soulmate song every single day without catching so much as a glimpse of the person playing it. It was driving her insane! 

With another long, drawn-out groan, Momo lifted her head to look up at the clock on the wall. The hour hand was inching toward six. She’d better finish cleaning up so she could head on home before it got too dark. Only to lie awake in my bed agonizing over the fact that my soulmate is just out of reach, she thought, hanging her head with yet another groan. She’d rather lament in bed than stand behind the counter of her shop, though, so she forced herself to wipe the crumbs off the counter and sweep them up. She trudged out the door, and just as she was twisting the key into the lock… 

she heard it. 

“Oh! Oh! Where? Oh!” she sputtered while turning frantically in a circle. Where was it coming from? She had to find it! She couldn’t go another night agonizing over the not knowing anymore! But it seemed like the guitar notes were dancing all around her, mocking her with their perfect symphonic beauty. 

“Oh, please, please!” she cried desperately. Tears sprang to her eyes at the crushing realization that she may once again let her soulmate slip through her fingers. 

“Please…” Her voice cracked as the notes began to fade, and she slowly sank down into a crouch. She hugged her knees with a miserable sniff. Again…?

No! she asserted, jumping back to her feet and firmly gripping the folds of her dress. I won’t miss my chance this time! She hiked up her skirt and stomped down the sidewalk. She didn’t think about what direction she was going in; she just set off in whatever direction seemed natural. A sixth sense, maybe, an invisible string tugging her along…

And it worked, too, because the music was getting louder. 

Oh! Oh, I know this! This is where all the nice restaurants are! Momo realized as the cute little small business district transformed into a streetlamp-lit, hedge-lined swanky locale where men and women in business casual strutted about on nice evening dates or attended business meetings. Her soulmate must be some sort of performer! No wonder she heard them play every night! They must be hired to sing outside of some restaurant to try and entice all the fine people outside to come in and eat. Momo rushed past them all, the heels of her sandals frantically click-click-clicking against the concrete as she followed the sweet notes of the guitar. 

Closer, she had to be getting closer! She could feel the notes strumming in her bones, matching the pound of her heartbeat against her ribcage. She could feel them with every pump of blood through her body, soaking into her cells and making her feel alive. It felt like the wind itself was spiriting her along; it swept along her feet and billowed her dress, making her feel like she was running on the music itself. 

It was approaching the end of the song. Her heart rate jumped, pulsing in her arteries with each frantic pound of her heart. Faster, faster, she had to move faster! She couldn’t let this opportunity slip away. She couldn’t get this close only to fail! She cried out as she stumbled, slipping out of one of her sandals, and she paused to look back at it sitting upside-down on the sidewalk. But there was no time, no time—so she just left it, hobbling awkwardly on the higher sole in her desperate attempt to reach her soulmate before the last chord. 

Momo came careening around the corner. Breathless, panting, hair a bit askew, she toddled into the streetlamp on the corner and gripped it tight. She couldn’t go on; her heart felt like it was going to explode in his chest, her lungs were strained to collapsing, and she had a scratch on the bottom of her foot from a raised chip in the concrete. But that was okay. 

Because sitting on the stoop of a fancy sushi bar with her legs crossed and her guitar resting on her lap strumming the last chord of the song was her soulmate.

She was ethereal. The fading sunlight blended with the bright light of the streetlamp, and the mix fell into her deep purple strands of hair to make it shine like threads of woven obsidian. When her black eyes flickered up to meet Momo’s, they gleamed like onyx chips in the lowlight. Momo’s heart did a flip in her chest as their gazes locked. Ethereal was the only word she could think of, and it played like a scratched record in her head. 

“H-hi,” Momo breathed. She was glad she was clutching the light pole because she would have fallen right over otherwise.

“Hi,” the young woman answered with a bashful smile. She gave Momo a cursory once-over, a quick up-and-down flick of her eyes that nonetheless had Momo’s heart back-flipping in her chest. 

“You’re not from around here,” the guitarist remarked, shyness morphing into amused confidence. 

“N-No,” Momo confirmed with a shake of her head. Still clutching the light pole like it was her only link to reality, she took a moment to make sure that her thoughts were in order before uttering, “I own a café not far from here.” 

“I see.” 

The young woman laid her guitar flat on her lap and rested her hands atop its sleek black surface. She made no move to rise or put it in her case, and once more, Momo found her heart fluttering. This girl was giving Momo her full attention! Oh, how nice it was to be noticed. The small act alone nearly made Momo blurt out why she was really there, but she managed to rein in her tongue before it could go flapping. Not everyone subscribed to soulmate culture, and so one had to be tactful when approaching their soulmates. 

“So, you play for this restaurant?” Momo asked. 

Small talk was good. It was a skill she had honed well in the short time of owning her business. Despite her nervousness, Momo didn’t think it would fail her now. However, she had the wherewithal to realize that her posture was still a little strange, gripping desperately to the streetlamp. Her legs still felt like jelly, but she decided to take the risk; slowly, she straightened up, praying her wiggly legs wouldn’t collapse under her. Somehow, she managed to stay standing.

“That’s right. I play for a few hours each night. The waiting times here get really long, so I’m here to keep them from getting too bored out here,” the girl chuckled with a wave at the sidewalk. As it was early evening, the lines were just beginning to form; no doubt, this sidewalk would soon be swarming with people waiting on their reservations. “I usually break about this time, between the lunch and dinner rush.” 

Break… That means if I had waited around a little while, I probably would have found her the first day. Momo wanted to slap herself. Two weeks of agonizing over someone who was far closer than she had ever realized! It was enough to make her want to collapse against the lamppost again. She elected to just stretch her arm out and brace herself against it, make herself seem far more nonchalant than she felt. 

“I’m Kyoka Jiro, by the way.” 

Kyoka Jiro. Momo discreetly mouthed it, and it felt as sugary on her tongue as she dreamed it would. Perfect, like her name belonged in her mouth. 

“Momo Yaoyorozu,” she responded politely. 

A pair of businessmen crossed between them, and though Momo knew Kyoka probably wouldn’t disappear in the half a second she couldn’t see her, she still panicked a little. When Kyoka came back into view, still sitting on the sidewalk with a quaint smile, Momo fidgeted nervously. She couldn’t drag this out, else it would become awkward! But she couldn’t jump right in, either. Oh, she wished she had taken Mina up on those lessons in flirting when she’d had the chance… 

“I-I can hear you play. From my shop,” Momo piped up before the silence could grow too long. 

“Yeah?” Kyoka quirked a brow. Her smile widened, so Momo relaxed a little. It’s going well so far.

“Yeah!” she nodded. She hesitated for a bit, then decided to take another leap of faith. 

Timidly, she peeled herself away from the streetlamp to walk over to Kyoka. The musician watched her with those sparkling onyx eyes, but for the life of her, Momo couldn’t tell what she was thinking. Momo sat down on the sidewalk next to her, a respectable distance away but still close enough to maintain a conversation. After making sure her dress wasn’t rumpled up and showing off far too much, she looked at Kyoka with a bashful smile. 

“Yes, and I found it quite lovely. That’s why… I decided to venture over here after closing up shop tonight… to see if I could find the source.” 

“Really?” Kyoka seemed excited about it. She quickly looked right and left, then leaned in close to Momo. She seemed oblivious to the blush crawling up Momo’s neck, her eyes gleaming as she whispered, “Want to hear a secret?” 

“O-oh? Okay, sure…” Momo said, her tongue flicking out to wet her lips. She hadn’t expected the conversation to veer this way, but with no hint as to where it was headed, she couldn’t figure out whether or not she should be nervous or not. 

“That song I was just playing was my soulmate song.” 

“Y-you don’t say?” Momo was trying to seem as unperturbed as possible, but heavens, her voice was shaking and her body was quivering. Kyoka was too in her own world to notice, apparently; she closed her eyes and hugged her guitar close. 

“Yep. I play it every day. Of all the music in the world, I think it’s the most beautiful song ever.” She cracked her eye open to peer at Momo out of her peripheral vision, her cheeks growing a little pink. “And… it’s a little embarrassing, but… Sometimes I feel like if I play it, one day, my soulmate will hear it, and they’ll come to find me.” 

“Y-yeah?” Momo couldn’t help the excitement that bled into her tone. “So you want to find your soulmate?” 

“Absolutely,” Kyoka nodded vigorously. She then looked lovingly down at her guitar; her hand smoothed across its sleek surface in a soft caress. “My soulmate song is why I fell in love with music in the first place. In a way… I have my soulmate to thank for how wonderful my life is.” She suddenly barked out a laugh, and she looked at Momo with an embarrassed grin. “Ugh, why am I telling you all this? I am totally never this gushy and romantic. Ugh, how mortifying…” 

“No, it doesn’t bother me at all,” Momo interjected as Kyoka went to scoot away, probably concerned she was bothering Momo at this point. Kyoka’s head snapped up to look at her with wide eyes. Momo dropped her gaze, fiddling with the hem of her dress. She’d obsessed over this moment for days now, practicing exactly what she would say, and yet now none of those words seemed right. She decided to just go for it, say whatever seemed to come to mind—that sixth sense again. 

“I don’t think anyone should be embarrassed about their soulmate. After all, it’s just so grand… The idea of someone out there being made for you, and the fact that you two share a unique bond. You can’t help but get excited.” 

Kyoka seemed to relax at that. She hummed thoughtfully, looking down at her guitar again. While she was preoccupied, Momo took a moment to drink her in. She really was beautiful. Looking at her made Momo feel completely at peace—like the way she felt when she was at the shop in the early morning preparing all the pastries or when she was at home after a long day at work, unwinding with a book and a cup of tea. Looking at her made it feel like something in Momo’s world had finally clicked into place. 

Undeniably, unequivocally, they were meant to be. 

“By the way… I think it’s the most beautiful song in the world, too,” Momo whispered suddenly. Kyoka looked up at her then, her eyebrows cinched in confusion. Slowly, her perplexion morphed into shocked understanding. Momo reached out to place her hand over Kyoka’s. Her fingers twitched but didn’t recoil at Momo’s touch. “Our soulmate song.” 

“Y-yeah?” Kyoka managed to choke out. 

It was a wonder with how wide she was grinning right now. It made her obsidian eyes scrunch up into little crescent moons, and little tears beaded up like diamonds at their corners. When Kyoka tilted her head slightly, they slipped over the rims of her eyes to spill in thin rivers down her flushed cheeks. She smiled adoringly at Momo for a long time, just basking in the glow of the moment, before her eyes slowly dropped down to Momo’s lips. 

Kyoka breathed in quietly, and then whispered, “Can I… Can I kiss you?” 

Momo flushed, but nodded in consent. Kyoka shifted, adjusting the guitar on her lap so it wouldn’t get in the way. Slowly, she leaned close. Her gaze drifted back up to Momo’s eyes. They held the heady stare until Kyoka’s lips just barely brushed over Momo’s, and then Momo couldn’t help but let her eyelids fall shut. She wanted to shut everything out, to just focus on the heavenly feeling of Kyoka’s lips gently molding against hers. And oh, did it feel divine. Kyoka’s lips slotted perfectly against hers, soft and sweet and faintly tasting of elderberry. It felt so good that she found herself chasing Kyoka when she pulled back, and the girl just leaned her forehead against hers with a little giggle. 

“Wanna stay with me a while?” Kyoka offered. 

“There isn’t anywhere else in the world I would rather be,” Momo said back. Because finally, she’d found her place in the world—right there next to Kyoka.

[br-kker]

What Will It Be - Request Page

Here is where you will place you order, or just comment down your request. It makes things more organized for me, and I can tell y'all what I will and will not write.

Here's the part where I tell you I will only take requests for My Hero Academia. I'm sorry to anyone who came for Persona or DC Comics, but I feel more comfortable writing for My Hero Academia. I may send out the requests I've gotten, and I may be open for requesting Persona 5 one day, but as of this point you can only request MHA. I'll write other things from other fandoms on my own time, but not via requests.

Who will I accept requests for?

Shoto "Shoto" Todoroki.

Kyoka "Earphone Jack" Jiro.

Hitoshi Shinsou.

Shouta "Eraserhead" Aizawa.

What will I write?

Fluff.

Angst (breakup, cheating, death, mental issues, minimal drug use).

Platonic/Familial Ships.

Limes.

*Ships (may either be the focal point of a story [example: a story about Kamijiro] or may be mentioned in passing [example: Before he and (Y/N) started dating, Todoroki dated Yaoyorozu]. The ships I'll write are ones I personally ship, because my hatred will show through if I write a ship I don't like. I also won't take requests for ships).

What won't I write?

Vivid smut (search up the citrus chart for fanfiction or baseball monikers for sex if you're confused).

Kinks.

Alternate Universes (AUs. I am willing to bend the rules and make some things in canon noncanonical and vice verse).

Heavy drug usage (I'll only write alcohol, nicotine, and weed usage. Everything else may have a brief mention or is omitted entirely).

Suicide (I will write it in minute detail, never the whole thing).

Various gender identities (the only pronouns that I'll use are he/him, she/her, and they/them. They/them in this context refers to gender-neutral, unless otherwise specified).

Different sexualities (I'll write homosexual, heterosexual, aromantic and/or asexual, and bisexual. I'm sorry y'all, but I truly do not know a lot about sexualities except with what I've experienced personally, so I don't want to write something that may offend some people. Everything will just kinda fall under the umbrella of those four).

What Ships Will I Write?

Kamijiro.

Momojiro.

Todomomo.

Shinjiro.

[rockleeloveofmylife]

momojirou headcanons for the soul

I love them more than life itself. I’ve never done a post like this before, so please bear with me! I’m not super familiar with tumblr. HCs below the cut (all very SFW)

-They go on lunch dates a lot. Surprisingly, Jirou is a lot more nervous about holding hands in public than Momo, but once they get into a rhythm she’s able to relax a bit. She’s not worried about judgement from the public, per se, but she is secretly worried that Momo is embarrassed being seen with her. 

-Momo gives hugs and cuddles,,, her sweaters are always very warm and comfortable, and there’s nothing nicer than burying your face in one after a long day. It’s especially nice when Jirou is feeling upset- Momo is always there to offer any kind of comfort, physical or otherwise. Sometimes, no talking is necessary. Jirou will just come up to her and curl up in her lap like a puppy. 

-Jirou loves brushing Momo’s hair. No one can convince me otherwise

-Jirou is the big spoon!!

-They both have issues with self-doubt when it comes to their relationship, but they are able to work it out with simple communication. This keeps them rock solid even through tough times. The other students will joke about Momo and Jirou being secretly married

-Lots of forehead kisses. Momo will brush Jirou’s hair out of her face to give her a lil smooch and Jirou always turns bright red

-Jirou loves dogs and will drag Momo across the street just to ask an owner if she can pet their dog

-Momo and Jirou listen to heavy metal together with Tokoyami. Most of the time, they’re all completely quiet, just doing their own thing, but there’s an undeniable sense of companionship that comes with it

-They don’t take many pictures together, but whenever they hang around Mina she always insists on taking at least one group photo. There’s a picture floating around of Jirou kissing Momo just as the photo is taken, and Mina’s face is blurred from her excitement.

-They are both expert kissers! Jirou likes to kiss Momo’s hand occasionally; and Momo secretly feels like a princess whenever she does.

-They are in love your honor

[sid471]

MHA ships I ship with little to no context of the show.

Note: I’m a multishipper who’s seen… literally 3 episodes 😊 but I HAVE been on MHA/BNHA tik tok for quite a while now :3 also I’m gonna limit myself to like… 10 in no particular order. Because this topic could make several posts 😊. Oh and final thing: I tend to veer away from straight couples. Because I’m bored of them frankly, so yes all of these are same sex couples, no I don’t care about canon thank you :3

Erasermic (a big one 😗)

Shinkami

Todobakudeku

Seroroki

Rodeku (Rodydeku? I dunno I’ve seen both)

Momojiro

Togachako

Tsuchako

Dabihawks

Kiribaku

Aaaand that’ll do for now 😗 feel free to hate me if that’s what you wanna do 😊 but if you don’t hate me I always take fic recommendations :3 I prefer… generally happy fics 😗 fluff, domestic, the occasional soulmate AU, ya know ^_^

[sparkles-and-trash]

mha comfort/fluff drabbles and headcanon requests open ~

hello friends <3

I've wanted to open requests again for a while, and considering how things are going in canon, and the manga being on break until the new year, I figured some lighthearted ones could be fun!

I write for most ships, but my main ones are dabihawks, tododeku, bakutodo, momojiro, kiribaku, and shinkami!

I have very few notp's tho, so if you want to request something not mentioned, go for it! <3

the requests doesn't have to be ship related btw, and as long as he concept isn't too angst or sad, mostly anything goes!

if you don't have a request of your own, you can also let me know if there anything from my wipe's list you wanna see sooner than later!

Christmas themed requests are also welcome <3

masterlist - wip list - ao3

[krbkficsaddict]

Chapters: 26/? Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Mature Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Kirishima Eijirou Additional Tags: Comedy, Romance, First Time, there's gonna be naughty stuff eventually, these are just awkward bois, 1-A is the sweetest class ok, there is momojiro in the background here, the bakusquad is strong in this one, art by queenofliz4ards, Illustrations, Fluff, Bakugou Katsuki Swears A Lot, mainly fluff, but there will be nsfw stuff between kiribaku, so i have updated that now Summary:

When Kirishima accidentally confesses to Bakugo, they are both faced with the fact that they have NO idea how to date.

Illustrated by QueenofLiz4rds!

[actualfemslash]

it's a promise (3767 words) by patos Author tumblr: @hexaes Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo Characters: Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Todoroki Shouto Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Childhood Friends, Fluff, Getting Together, Confessions, Pining, Friends to Lovers Summary:

When Kyouka is eight years old, she sits in the corner of the library and shares the beanbag with a girl who carries a stack of books about science the height of her torso. Yaoyorozu Momo is many things, and sometimes she's everything.

[ao3feed-bakusquad]

No, I Don't Want You to Teach Me How to Dance

no, I don't want you to teach me how to dance (get your heart away from me, you'll put me into a trance) by Lays 2007

Mina and Kyoka hosting a karaoke night for class 1-A gone wrong (or right???)

Words: 1105, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Kirishima Eijirou, Bakugou Katsuki, Jirou Kyouka, Yaoyorozu Momo, Midoriya Izuku, Uraraka Ochako, Kaminari Denki, Sero Hanta, Todoroki Shouto, Tokoyami Fumikage, Class 1-A

Relationships: Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou, Jirou Kyouka/Yaoyorozu Momo, Midoriya Izuku/Uraraka Ochako, Ashido Mina/Asui Tsuyu, Kaminari Denki/Todoroki Shouto, Kaminari Denki/Sero Hanta, Kaminari Denki/Sero Hanta/Todoroki Shouto, Jirou Kyouka & Kaminari Denki, Kaminari Denki & Sero Hanta, Ashido Mina & Hagakure Tooru, Bakugou Katsuki & Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki & Jirou Kyouka

Additional Tags: Karaoke, Humor, Love Confessions, Confessions, Boys In Love, Idiots in Love, Love, Fluff, Bakugou Katsuki Can Sing, Kirishima Eijirou-centric, Bakugou Katsuki/Kirishima Eijirou-centric, and a little bit of momojiro, everything else is just kinda there, Song: All Star (Smash Mouth), Song: Hot n Cold (Katy Perry), Song: Bring Me To Life (Evanescense), Song: I Wanna be your Girlfriend (Girl in Red), Song: I Do Adore (Mindy Gledhill), Song: Heather (Conan Gray), Song: If I Could Tell Her (Dear Evan Hansen), Song: Guy Love (Scrubs), Song: despair (Leo)

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/33857932

[bakugotrashpanda]

Mina/Momo/Jiro/Ochako/Tsu Masterlist

Back to Character Selection

Unless marked as Angst or 18+, assume fluff content GN = gender neutral, if you feel that I mislabeled something, please let me know!

Sorry to keep them all on one list, but I don’t write very often for them 😞

Updated: 10/31/2023

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Mina Masterlist (Edit: F I realize I forgot to put her in the banner, I’ll fix it eventually)

Suntan Mina and Kaminari help you put sunscreen on

Valentine’s Day Fic: Confession (GN) You try to figure out a way to confess to Mina.

2019 Advent Ficlet Challenge: Festive

Momo Masterlist

2019 AFC: Once A Year (GN) You only get to see your family over the holidays and they just told you they don’t have the money for a plane ticket.

2019 AFC: Wind (GN) Floor 5 pitches in when a storm keeps you awake

Friends (Ochako x Fem!Reader, MomoJiro), Angst Two confessions, one goes well, one does not

Winter Weekend Drabbles: Heirloom

Kinktober 2019: Hair Pulling (Todoroki x Momo) (18+)

Ochako Masterlist

Friends (Ochako x Fem!Reader, MomoJiro), Angst Two confessions, one goes well, one does not

Healing (HC) (GN) If you healed your classmates throughout their UA careers with your quirk

Pint Sized Kinktober: Double Penetration

Tsu Masterlist

2019 AFC: Ashes and Soot You and Tsu can’t go outside to enjoy the snow

2019 AFC: Wind (GN) Floor 5 pitches in when a storm keeps you awake

Jiro Masterlist

Drivers License- Jiro x Kaminari, Bakugou x Ochako (Complete) Jiro and her band are getting ready to start their tour across Japan.  Bad news turns into a nightmare – can music soothe the soul?

Masterlist

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Friends (Ochako x Fem!Reader, MomoJiro), Angst Two confessions, one goes well, one does not

Kinktober 2019: Spanking (Kaminari x Jiro) (18+)

K 2019: Licking (Kaminari x Jiro) (18+)