#yaoyorozu fluff

[salemwritesbaybeee]

mutual understanding

hiii everyone, i hope u r doing well! first, i wanna say thank you so much to everyone who liked my last fic! i did not expect anywhere near this much engagement so yay :))))) i'm glad you guys enjoyed it :D secondly i finally got to a point where i'm happy with this fic! yay! so here it is i hope you enjoy <3

yaoyorozu momo x gn!reader (they go into the same bathroom so just assume their school has gn bathrooms)

word count: 5.4k jeez louise

summary: you and momo are paired together for a project that you don't understand as well as she does. later, you guys party together. (sorry y'all i hate this summary i just don't know how else to summarize it)

warnings: cursing, teenage alcohol/drug comsumption, vomiting, kissing, implied sexual activity kinda?

Yaoyorozu Momo has always strived to be the best she can be. It goes without saying that this is her attitude towards her academics, demonstrated by her consistent top marks and articulate nature. It felt good to have those achievements and she was incredibly knowledgeable about a variety of things. This was in part because of her quirk, but she genuinely enjoyed reading encyclopedias and she didn’t care if it was nerdy because she loved to learn. She carried that passion with her to school every day and that is why she is staring at you with furrowed brows, trying to figure out how to help you do this project, and trying to figure out why you look so…upset? Tired? Perhaps they didn’t get enough sleep last night, she thought. 

She sat at the desk in front of you. You had gotten your tests back at the beginning of class and were going over the answers. After, Momo turned around to face you, clearly trying to bit back a smile.

“What did you get on the test, Y/n?” She asked politely.

You looked at her and paused. “A passing grade.”

“Glad to hear it.” She said, giving you a sweet smile. 

Cute, you thought. She bit her lip a bit and you realized she wanted you to ask her what she got on her test. You decided to indulge her (why not?) and asked her what her score was.

“I got 50/50 correct!” She beamed. “Thanks for asking.” She said a little softer. Cute.

Your teacher finished the review and then began to introduce a group project where you were working in pairs. Your teacher showed you the group pairings and you were paired with Momo. You both turned to look at each other and she gave you a big smile. You gave her a half-assed smile back. She immediately dove into an explanation of her view for your project, which you zoned out on about midway through. Instead, you looked at how her eyes lit up as she used her hands to explain whatever she was talking about. You observed her dark, thick lashes, her beautiful gray eyes that looked like smoky quartz, and her light pink lips. She was so pretty. You wondered if that was something she even cared about - academics seemed to dominate her life, at least, from your perspective. 

“So, what do you think?” She asked, finally done with her explanation.

You blinked. “Yeah, sounds good to me.” You were sure whatever plan Momo had would be a good idea, she would know, wouldn’t she? She gave you some things to research and you began doing just that. And that’s when the comments began. 

The first was about how you had organized your research (“I think it makes more sense if you split it up into these categories..”), the second was about how shocked she was that you didn’t know about “basic Japanese history” (you’d never heard of it), and the third was about you being on your phone because “we should take advantage of the class time given to us to work on this project” (you were checking the time, you had it out for like 2 seconds). 

And now you sat here, with Momo looking at you with confusion and slight pity which made your frown deepen slightly. You could tell the gears in her head were turning, trying to come up with her next criticism. 

You cringed ever so slightly when she opened her mouth and then she said, “You misspelled Mesopotamia.” You fought the urge to roll your eyes but then Momo said, “Are you okay?” 

You looked at her face to see if she was joking, but she wore a look of genuine concern. “I’m fine. Just because I don’t know the answer to everything and misspelled a word doesn’t mean anything’s wrong with me.” You said in a cool tone. 

Momo turned red instantly. “I-no I didn’t mean it like that! I just-um, I noticed, um, you kind of have, um, bags…” she paused, gauging your reaction before continuing, “...under your eyes. I just was wondering if you, um, if you got enough sleep.”

You gave her a wry smile. “I definitely did not get enough sleep last night.”

“Why not?”

You shrugged. “I was at a party.”

A party? Momo had never been to a party before, despite being well into her second year of high school. Despite Momo’s studious lifestyle, she desperately wanted to go to a party. The sensationalized high school parties from media had hooked her since she was young and she longed to have that experience at least once in her life. And here Momo saw the perfect opportunity to get into a high school party.

“Whose party?” She pressed.

You smirked at her persistence. “Kei’s party.”

“When’s the next party?” She asked in a tone that conveyed nonchalance, yet her face gave away her excitement.

“Why, you wanna come?” You teased, making her blush.

“Maybe.” She muttered out, looking away. “Depends on whether or not I can make it.” She said, tilting her head to the side and shrugging, still trying to play it cool.

You paused, trying to discern what her motives were, and then told her, “He’s having another one tonight actually. Do you know Kei?”

“Kei Yukiji, right? We have biology together.” She stated with a smile. She was certain she was going to this party tonight and was already planning how she would ask Kei to come, her outfit, her ride, etc.

“Yeah.” You smirked at her then the bell rang. “Well, I hope to see you there.” You said, gathering your things and heading out. 

You will, Momo thought to herself as she pulled out her phone to text Kei.

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Kei never responded to Momo. She huffed as she threw her phone on her bed and went to work on the project. She decided to thoroughly review the work you had done so far, leaving numerous comments and suggestions. She smiled when she was done, feeling productive. 

The next day at school she sauntered into your class she was excited to further discuss edits for your project. She walked with a bounce in her step and she sat down rather abruptly, causing you to look up from your seat. 

“Hello, y/n!” She greeted you cheerfully.

“Hi, Momo.” You said, offering her a small smile.

“I made some edits and left some comments on the work you did yesterday, have you had a chance to look at them yet?” She asked, eager to discuss the intricacies of ancient history.

“No. I can look at them now.” You told her, opening your laptop.

She nodded and got out her own materials, beginning to do her own work.

You made your way through her edits and suggestions. Some you accepted, some were a bit hypocritical so you ignored them. She was very thorough with her suggestions but you didn’t mind too much. They were just that, suggestions. 

You both continued to do your work in peace. When you finished your write-up, Momo said she could review it. You nodded in response and began working on something else. 

“I think it would be better for you to talk about the government first, or at least before talking about their systems of trade because I think that would be a better way to introduce the class system and the various jobs people had.” Momo began. She continued to tell you how she thought you should reorganize your writing, without pausing to ask for your input. 

You knew she was the smartest kid in your class, she was probably the smartest kid in your year. She knew all the answers, turned in the best, neatest, work, and went above and beyond to ensure her academic success. You knew her teachers all adored her and that any work she turned in was perfect in their eyes. You knew that however she was telling you to organize your work was probably better than what you had originally done and you knew that she was trying to be helpful. 

But you weren’t the smartest kid in your class. You didn’t know all the answers, you didn’t go above and beyond in your work. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to be an outstanding student, of course, you did. It just wasn’t that easy for you to turn in outstanding work and understand everything your teachers were trying to tell you. And seeing how easily Momo could succeed made you feel insecure. It felt condescending, really, her telling you to reorganize everything you had done like it wasn’t good enough. Like she thought she was better than you. (You knew deep down, of course, that she didn’t think that, but that’s still how you felt).

“Momo.” You interrupted her. 

“Hm?” She looked up from her computer screen.

“I clearly don’t have the grasp on this concept that you do, but I don’t need you telling me how to do my work. You can make your little suggestions, but you don’t need to redo everything I did.” You said to her, the bite in your words more intense than you intended it to be. 

Momo’s mouth opens slightly, her eyes wide and her face red as a tomato. Your eyes widen too, both of you a bit taken aback by what you just said.

“I-I’m sorry-that’s-that’s not what I meant to do at all-” she stuttered out, very embarrassed. She turns away from your desk for a second, then turns her body back towards you, although her face is looking down at her hands in her lap. “I’ll just, um, make suggestions from my computer.” She says, looking up at you for a second, then quickly looking back down again. “Sorry.”

And then she turns back to her desk, back to you, and begins to make edits. But as she begins to type a comment, she can’t even focus on what she’s writing. Then her vision blurs and she realizes she’s about to start crying. She is not about to cry in class because you told her to make fewer edits on your work, absolutely not, she can’t let that happen. Her hand shoots up.

“May I use the restroom?” She asks, doing everything in her power to make sure her voice doesn’t crack. She seems to succeed as your teacher simply nods at her and she bolts to the bathroom. 

The second she leaves the classroom she can already feel the tears beginning to fall. Dammit, dammit, dammit, she thinks to herself as she speed-walks to the bathroom. Once in the safety of the stall that’s furthest from the door, she leans against the door and cries quietly. She feels so stupid, why is she even crying? She feels awful, she never meant to make you feel like she knew more about the project than you and she definitely didn’t want you to feel like you had to redo your work at all - she thought your work was good, actually, just that certain sentences and paragraphs went together better than how you had originally written it. She feels awful because she thought she was better than that, that she had more self-awareness and that she wouldn’t let herself be condescending towards her peers - it had happened before in elementary school, and she felt horrible when she realized that while she had been trying to help her classmates, she had actually just been making them feel stupid and belittled. She vowed then to never make anyone feel that way again, but dammit she did it again! Why couldn’t she just keep her big mouth shut and let you do your own thing?

She moves to the toilet and sits down, leaning forward to put her face in her hands as she continues to cry quietly, consumed by her thoughts. She doesn’t hear the door open, nor does she hear you walk in. 

But you can hear her quietly sobbing, and you curse under your breath because you heard her voice break when she asked to go to the bathroom. Fuck, you thought, I made her cry. 

“Momo?” You ask softly.

Momo’s head shoots up at your voice. Why were you here?

You don’t wait for an answer. “I’m so sorry about what I said, that was rude and mean and I know that you were just trying to be helpful and you didn’t deserve that. I just-” you pause and let out a short, breathy laugh. “You seem so knowledgeable about this stuff and you’re obviously very intelligent and a good writer and I’m not. And it just…it’s hard to not feel like you’re way above me and looking down on me, I guess, even though I know that that’s not how you feel-”

The door to Momo’s stall suddenly opened, stopping your speech, and she stood there, eyes red, glossy, and slightly puffy. Her cheeks and nose were bright red and she sniffled slightly as she offered you a small smile. You instantly felt a pang in your heart at the upset you had caused her.

“Thank you for saying that.” She said to you, wiping her cheek with the back of her hand and sniffling again. You felt strongly compelled to hug Momo, so you wrapped your arms tightly around her shoulders. Momo stiffened slightly at first, not expecting you to hug her, but then hugged you back. She smelled like jasmine and orange blossoms, a pleasant surprise that caught you off guard, making you blush slightly, but thankfully she couldn’t tell. 

“I’m so sorry I made you cry, Momo.” You told her. 

“It’s okay.” She said, lightly patting your back. You smiled at that and released her. She took a deep breath.

“I’m glad that you said that because I really don’t want to be condescending or to make you feel belittled, that’s the last thing I want to do and I-it makes me feel horrible to think that I made you feel that.” She paused and took another shuddery deep breath.

You offered her a kind smile. “I know you mean well.” You told her, then paused. “I think it was a bit overwhelming to hear all of your critiques at once.”

Momo nodded aggressively. “Okay, thank you. I’ll try to be more mindful of that.”

“I’ll be kinder and calmer if I do have any more issues with your critiques.” You told her, nodding once.

You both smiled at each other for a bit, both relieved to not have upset the other and to be reassured that you were on good terms. 

“Did Kei respond to you about the party?” You asked.

Momo frowned and pulled out her phone. Then her face brightened. “Oh! He did!” Momo opened her phone to read Kei’s text.

kei yukiji: hey yaoyorozu! i’m having a party this friday at 7 and you’re totally welcome to come! you can bring a friend too if you’d like :)

sent 12:34pm

Momo couldn’t help but grin like an idiot. Finally, she was going to a party. She was ecstatic. 

She looked adorable, you thought. “I take it you’re coming on Friday then?” You asked, smiling at how excited she was.

“Yes!” She nodded. She clenched her fists and let out a little squeal. Oh my god, she’s so cute, you thought to yourself, blushing lightly and laughing with her. Momo let out a little laugh before taking a deep breath to calm down. 

“Should we head back to class?” You asked. Momo paused and looked in the mirror. She frowned, the evidence of her crying was still present on her face. 

You knew what she was thinking. “Splash some water on your face,” you offered.

She turned on the sink and let the water pool in her hands. She splashed her face a couple of times and you grabbed some paper towels for her. 

“Thanks,” she said with a smile as she took the paper towels from you.

“You’re very welcome.” You said, matching her smile.

Momo dabbed at her face and stared at herself in the mirror for a bit, watching the redness slowly fade. When she felt ready she turned to you and nodded.

“Thanks for waiting for me.” She said with a grin.

“No problem.” You said, “it’s not like I want to go back to class anyway.” She laughed at that.

You started walking back to class when Momo paused. “Y/n?” 

You turned back to look at her. “Yeah?”

“You do have a good understanding of what we’re working on and I think you are a good writer. Everything you wrote for the project was good, aside from maybe some grammar things, but you are smart.” She told you with a very serious look. 

You blushed, a bit taken aback. “I-” you let out a short, breathy laugh, “Thank you, Momo. That’s very kind of you to say.” You offered her a small smile.

“It’s the truth.” She said, smiling back at you.

You didn’t know what to say to that, so you just smiled at her, a smile that said thank you. “Shall we?” You asked, nodding towards your classroom. She nodded and you went back to class.

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Yaoyorozu stood in front of her full-length mirror beaming. She had chosen a deep turquoise lacy top and matched it with a nice pair of brown corduroy pants and a brown flannel. She decided to wear her hair down (which Mina had told her to do) and put on some jewelry. She was very anxious on the way to Mina’s, constantly fiddling with her fingers and hair. When she arrived, Mina dragged her inside, sat her down, and did her makeup.

When they were done, they headed to Kei’s.

“Are you excited?!” Mina asked in the car, giggling and grabbing Momo’s hand.

Momo nodded, “but I’m feeling a little nervous.”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, I guess ‘cause it’ll be a lot of people and stuff and it might just be overwhelming .” She responded, looking out the window at the houses they were passing. 

“Well I think it’s mostly people from school so you should know them and if it’s too overwhelming you can wait in the bathroom and call me!” Mina said matter-of-factly.

Momo laughed. “Thanks, Mina. I’m mostly excited.”

“Good!”

You were at Kei’s, standing in with your usual group of party people. You had done shots and were now having hard seltzer, joking and talking with your friends all throughout, but you kept glancing at the door to see if Momo had arrived. You hoped you weren’t being too obvious, you couldn’t help but be excited to see Yaoyorozu. What will she wear? Would she do something different with her hair? You could imagine how beautiful she’d look with her long dark hair framing her face. You imagined all the different outfits she might wear while you chatted with your friends.

“Hey y/n?” Kei asked, tapping you on the shoulder. “Wanna help us set up for Rage Cage?”

“Of course.” You responded, turning to follow Kei to his dining table. 

As you walked inside, the door opened and Momo and her pink friend (whose name you didn’t know) walked in. She beamed at you and Kei, exchanging hugs and greetings. Momo looked gorgeous (obviously) and she had worn her hair down which framed her face beautifully and you felt lucky to be able to see her look like that. Her outfit was fairly modest but it accentuated her body nicely. You bit your lip, slightly taken aback by her beauty. 

“It’s good to see you.” You told Momo with a smile.

“You too!” She paused to smile at you. “This is my friend Mina! Mina, this is y/n, we did our history project together!”

“Nice to meet you, Mina.” You said.

“Likewise.” She responded.

“We’re about to set up a game of Rage Cage, do you guys wanna play?” You asked them.

“Absolutely!” Mina squealed. “Yaomomo, you’ll love Rage Cage, it’s super fun.”

Momo gave you an almost expectant look, which was incredibly cute and you realized she was hoping you would explain the words to her so you did. You filled and placed the cups, announced to everyone that the game was starting, then took your places around the table. Yaomomo stands to your left and you can smell her perfume despite the sweaty teens, alcohol, and weed. 

The game starts and everyone becomes engrossed in bouncing the balls into the cups. When it was Momo’s turn she felt a rush of anxiety and excitement trying to get the ball into the cup. On her third try, it went in and she fist-pumped, cheering as she passed the cup. 

“Nice!” You said, high-fiving her. 

“Thanks!” She giggled.

The game went on and Momo and you had to take a few drinks. Towards the end of the game, there were only a few cups left in the center. When it was Momo’s turn, only the bitch cup remained in the center. 

“You can do it, Yaomomo!” You cheered from her right.

“Go, Yaomomo, go!” Mina cheered from her left. 

She shot once, twice, three times, and missed each time. You both yelped each time the ball began to roll away and you scrambled to get the ball to her when she dropped it. 

The other cup was slowly making its way toward Momo, and if it passed her she would have to drink the bitch cup. She took a short deep breath and focused on her bounce. You watched with anticipation as the ball hit the edge of the cup and then bounced in. 

Momo and you turned to face each other, cheering, and Momo suddenly leaped into your arms, squeezing you in a bear hug. You paused at first, slightly shocked, then quickly hugged her back. She was warm and smelled like jasmine and you silently thanked the dim and crowded party atmosphere for hiding your flushed cheeks. 

Momo released you and you turned your attention back to the game. Momo was filled with adrenaline from playing a drinking game (an essential component of high school parties that she had dreamed of) and slightly buzzed from the drinks she had. She was exhilarated after the stressful game. 

“Hey, wanna do shots?” Mina asked, grabbing her hand. 

“Yes!” Momo responded with a big grin.  

After three shots Mina handed Momo a drink and pulled her over to where people were dancing. She felt warm and loose and she and Mina kept giggling while they were dancing. Momo felt elated and she lost herself in the moment. At some point during their dancing, Mina grabbed Momo’s shoulder and whisper-yelled in her ear. 

“Look at that guy behind me! He’s so hot!” 

Momo scanned until her eyes fell on a boy with red and white hair.

“Yeah, he’s cute. Are you gonna go talk to him?” She asked.

“Yeah, let’s dance our way over there!” Mina exclaimed.

So they gradually pushed their way over to the boy until Mina was looking him directly in the eye. She gave Momo’s hand a squeeze and then yelled “I like your hair!” To the boy. 

Momo continued dancing as she watched them flirt out of the corner of her eye. She rolled her eyes, suddenly feeling self-conscious because her one friend had left her to talk to some boy.. 

Meanwhile, you had been drinking and talking with your friends, who eventually decided they also wanted to dance. As you made your way to the dance floor, your eyes found Mina’s pink hair easily in the crowd, but you didn’t see Momo next to her. Frowning slightly, you scanned the crowd for her, eyes landing on her slightly to the side of where Mina was. She looked a little bit somber, and you wondered why. You watched as she danced, slowly pushing her way through the crowd, probably attempting to escape the gaggle of kids dancing. As she reached the edge of the crowd she caught your eye and smiled, and you smiled back. You both began to approach one another but right before Momo reached you she rolled her ankle slightly and fell right into you.

Her drink spilled all over you and you attempted to catch her. You were able to grab under one of her arms so she didn’t hit the ground too hard. 

“Oh my god, y/n, I’m so sorry, I totally ruined your shirt!” Momo exclaimed, completely embarrassed.

“It’s totally fine, Yaomomo, don’t even worry about it.” You reassured her, helping her stand back up. “Are you okay?”

She nodded aggressively, looked you directly in the eye, and asked, “Would you accompany me to the bathroom?”

“Of course.” You told her. She smiled and grabbed your hand, guiding you both to the bathroom. Her hand was soft and warm and her fingers are long and wrapped tightly around your hand. She has purple nail polish on. You thought about how nice it would feel if she cupped your face with her pretty hands. You wanted her to drag her thumb across your bottom lip. You wondered what her fingers would taste like. 

You reach the bathroom and shake yourself from your thoughts. Based on the party atmosphere, they’d probably taste like sweat and alcohol. Ew… You probably wouldn’t mind the taste if it was her fingers.

Momo pulls you into the bathroom and you turn to shut the door behind you. Momo seats herself on the edge of the bathtub while you walk up to the sink and inspect the stain on your shirt in the mirror. You frown, the stain was basically centered on the front of your shirt. You would have to take it off to wash it. You turn back to tell Momo, who quickly looks at the ground when you face her. Weird.

“Um, I’m gonna take my shirt off to wash it.” You told her.

“Ok, do you want any help?” She asked.

You smiled. “No, that’s okay. I’ll let you know if I do.”

She smiled and nodded, resting her head in her hands. She watched as you turned back to the mirror, and held her breath as she watched you pull your shirt over your head. She could feel her cheeks getting red and hoped she could blame the alcohol. She was definitely drunk. Her head was spinning, and she couldn’t help but slightly rock from side to side; if she didn’t she was sure she would fall asleep. Or vomit. Or both. Plus, it felt fun to sway, she could feel the alcohol moving in her body when she did. Her gaze was locked on you as you scrubbed your shirt in the sink. Were you always this beautiful? She knew you were pretty, sure, but she never put much thought into it. But watching you now, she felt dumbstruck by how simply beautiful you were. Just standing there, washing your shirt, you looked so effortlessly beautiful, so…

“...perfect,” Momo mumbled. Fuck, did she say that out loud?

“Huh?” You said, turning around to look at her.

Momo’s face was bright red, she could feel it. “No-nothing.” She said, trying to give you a convincing smile. She averted her eyes to the ground. She could feel her heart beating faster as self-conscious thoughts swarmed her mind. Why was she staring at you? Why did she let herself get caught? She stared at her hands clasped tightly in her lap. She could feel her stomach churning uncomfortably. 

You noticed she was staring. Was she uncomfortable with you being shirtless? As you turned back to ask her, Momo slipped off the tub and was kneeling in front of the toilet. Oh god. You hurried over behind her, throwing the toilet seat up and sweeping her hair into your hands right as Momo began to vomit. 

“It’s okay, you’re okay…” you cooed, attempting to soothe Momo. You ran your hand over her hair until she stopped heaving.

“Ugh…” Momo groaned as she slumped back and leaned against the bath. You let go of her hair and went to grab a towel for her to wipe her face. 

“How do you feel?” You asked as you handed her the towel and sat down next to her. 

“Crappy.” She responded, lightly snorting. She took the towel from you and slowly dabbed her face. Her cheeks were very red, she was certain of it. Her mother would highly disapprove of her behavior. How could she let herself drink so much? If there was one thing Momo had mastered, it was self-control, due to years of discipline from her family, but tonight Momo felt like almost everything was out of control. She glanced over at you, still shirtless, and she felt her cheeks heat up even more. Dammit! She put her head between her knees to hide the redness. Why was this happening? It’s not like she’d never seen a naked person before. 

You were watching, concerned that Momo’s stomach was still upset and she would need to throw up again. 

“Are you gonna throw up again?” You asked, putting a hand on her back to soothe her. She jumped at your touch, which surprised both of you, and you retracted your hand. You locked eyes with a very clearly embarrassed Momo, and that’s when you realized what was going on. 

Momo barely heard the small ‘oh’ that escaped your lips over the pounding of her heart. She shook her head and you smiled at her.

“Good.” You said. 

“Thank you.” She said, averting her eyes to the floor.

“Of course, I don’t want you to be sick.” You responded matter-of-factly.

“Sorry for spilling alcohol on you.” She continued, still not looking at you. 

“You already said sorry.” You paused, waiting for her to look at you. She didn’t. “You don’t need to apologize again.”

She smiled, finally meeting your eyes again. God, you looked beautiful. She couldn’t stop herself from imagining what it would be like to kiss you right now. Your lips looked plump, soft, perfect. She wanted to feel them on her lips, her face, her neck. 

“Yaomomo?” You asked. She was staring at you again. You smirked as she blushed and looked away. “I know it’s hard to not get caught up in my amazingly good looks.” You joked. 

Momo blushed harder. “W-what? I wasn’t -”

You laughed at her reaction. “You’re so cute.” You told her with a smile. 

“I didn’t mean to stare, I’m sorry-”

“Oh my god, stop apologizing, obviously I don’t mind!” You interrupted her. Does she not realize how beautiful she is? You had no qualms with her looking at you.

“...you don't?” She asked, meeting your eyes.

“Well, not from a beautiful girl like you.” You said with a smirk, reaching out your hand to lightly touch her cheek. Momo’s eyes shifted to the side, registering your touch, before looking back at you. 

Momo didn’t know what to say. Was this really happening? She looked down at your lips and leaned into your hand. Then she looked back at you. Maybe it was the alcohol or the fact that you seemed so comfortable telling her you were attracted to her, but she felt the need to be kissed. And yet, you still weren’t kissing her. You were just sitting there, staring at each other, waiting. 

Frustrated, she asked, “Are you gonna kiss me?”

You laughed. “If that’s okay with you?” You asked with a smirk. 

“Yes.”

And then you kissed her. She tasted like alcohol and bile but you didn’t care. Her lips were soft and plump and they fit perfectly with yours as you kissed her again and again and again. Her hands landed on your shoulders and yours fell to her waist as you pulled her towards you. She pulled away momentarily to straddle your lap before sitting down and resuming your make-out session. Your hands roamed her body and hers hesitantly began to do the same. The high of having her like you back felt glorious.

Suddenly there were a series of loud knocks on the door.

“Are you done in there? I need to pee!” A loud feminine voice called from the other side. 

You and Momo paused and looked at each other. She couldn't help but start giggling. She felt so giddy. You joined her. You were both very very happy. After her laughter subsided, Yaomomo stood up and helped you back up. She watched as you put your shirt back on and you grabbed her hand and pulled her out the door. The girl waiting to pee gave you guys a look that neither of you registered.

“Let’s go find a closet or something.” You told her. She giggled and nodded and you wandered off in search of a place to continue your activities. 

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<3 i hope you all enjoyed! xoxo

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Villain Momo Yaoyorozu Headcannons

Momo Yaoyorozu x GN!Reader

Author's Thoughts: Oh my goodness, Lov posted blog content!! 😱

Warning: Torture Implied, Death Mentioned, Yandere, Sex Mentioned, Etc.

Spends all of her money on you. It's dirty money, blood money, but you don't need to know that.

She doesn't like it when you ask questions about her work. Doesn't get upset though, just tries to redirect you.

"What exactly do I do? Nothing to worry that pretty head about."

You aren't clueless, you know whatever she does is illegal. And she knows that too, that's not exactly a secret.

She just doesn't want you to see the worst sides of her. That's why she spoils you so much.

She doesn't get her own hands dirty often. But when it's necessary, it's necessary and she will do so without remorse.

Loves to dress you up. Watches you model in the latest clothes she bought you, gun holstered to her thigh and peeking from her skirt.

Despite the dangerous weapon, she smiles brightly at you and beckons you closer.

"You look amazing, Starlight. Just dazzling."

Her eyes trail up and down your body as she talks, trying to decide whether or not she's going to pay off the owner of the store so that you two can have some alone time.

Encourage her and she'll definitely do it without hesitation.

Definitely has some yandere tendencies. If anyone looks at you the wrong way, they're dead. And God for if they make you cry.

"You thought you could make my Starlight cry and get away with it? Their tears are worth more than your life. But it's the most valuable thing you own. I'll just be sure you suffer enough to cover the rest of the cost."

All it took was the snap of her fingers and he was found mangled the next day.

When you ask her about it, she simply looks at the newspaper with a pout.

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Looks like he pissed off the wrong woman."

Then you ask how she knows that a woman did this to him and she looks so amused, as if the answer is obvious, which it is.

"Just listen to what was done to him. Haven't you heard the saying, Starlight? Hell hath no wrath like a woman scorned."

[reverie-starlight]

fem!reader, no physical description, you’re basically her PR person. pro hero!momo, in my mind you're both in your twenties.

secret mutual pining, kinda fluffy, maybe the closest thing to angst you’ll get from me for now <3

pining for momo yaoyorozu and not realizing it’s mutual.

you’ve known her for years, now. you didn’t have the pleasure of knowing her in high school, but she often mentions how much closer she feels to you than anyone who did.

you work for her behind the scenes, help her with her social media, book talk shows and interviews… but maybe more importantly, you’re someone she can rely on.

a friend.

you’re not sure exactly how you came to be so close, but you certainly don’t mind at all. you remember being at her side from the start of both of your careers, so you’ve truly grown together, in and out of the workplace.

a best friend.

you’re also not sure exactly when you begin to fall for her, but you don’t dare question it. in fact, you try your best to push it down out of fear you’ll ruin the best thing you’ve ever been a part of.

she’s spent so many phone calls with you singing your praises and thanking you for all of your support, unknowingly causing butterflies to erupt within you.

she cries in your arms when the days just get too much to handle, and then you're soothing her to sleep, letting her rest in your bed, getting in next to her. these are all things a good friend would do, wouldn't even think twice of. you watch her breathe, press your cheek to her hair and continue to stroke up and down her back... you play pretend for a moment and it's so very clear...

there's no way you could ever see her as just a friend.

one night, weeks later, you dream of leaning your head on her arm in the backseat of a car. you’re laughing together and she’s talking about something you can’t register because dream-you is too busy making note of the warmth of her toned arm. even from years of hero work, her skin is silky smooth. wounds endured have now faded into pale scars, bumps and bruises have disappeared for the time being.

the following morning, you’re barely able to look at her without thinking of the kiss you shared and the loving words you both whispered.

that same day, she comes back from patrol with new scrapes and bruises, but you notice that instead of heading to the infirmary she had been so adamant on adding to the floor plans of her agency’s building, she comes right to you.

and you gladly patch her up, even if it’s clumsy and not nearly as good of a job as the nurses could do. you apologize and she just smiles and thanks you.

neither of you say anything about your clasped hands or how you’re running your thumb over hers.

and poor momo doesn’t understand what’s happening to her. she’s not so unaware of her own feelings that she doesn’t know she’s falling for her best friend, but she’s conflicted.

do you feel the same? would you be disgusted with her for having feelings for someone who is still technically her employee and coworker? no, she’ll push it down and try to forget about it.

it’s safer that way, she reasons.

she’ll do talk shows and brush off any questions about her love life, subconsciously letting her eyes flicker to you for a moment. she hates the interviewer for asking her that with you in the room, not really understanding why she feels guilty when you’re not even together.

even her friends from high school have begun to comment on how close the two of you seem, teasing her about how she gets starry eyed when you’re close by.

one night she dreams that you’re cooking with her in her penthouse apartment, stealing kisses and cuddling on the couch. her dream self does her best to memorize every second of it- the feel of your hands on her with a sort of gentleness she’s never felt from you before. the smell of your perfume, one she remembers your dream-self saying she picked out just for your date.

she can’t look at your properly the next morning without remembering how you looked twisted so comfortably in her sheets under different circumstances than you normally would be.

later that same day, she decides to go straight to you after patrol, praying to whoever would listen that you’d patch her up and she could feel your hands on her again. no matter how brief and how cold in comparison to what she had experienced in her dreams, she'll take it.

because she's pining, and anything is better than nothing.

and you'll continue to do it for the same reasons.

neither of you will say anything yet, out of fear of changing something that's healthier than any other relationship both of you have ever been in, so strong, so good, despite not even being together.

but maybe one day you won’t just be dreaming.

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hmmmm idk folks, I hope it didn't get confusing at any point. I'm trying a whole bunch of different styles, so I figured this would be interesting at best. and I desperately needed to write for momo, she's my everything <3

(I am so open to expanding on this in the future btw, I'm a sucker for fluffy bnha girls)

[lebbys-world]

Girls Night

Class 1-A Girls + fem!reader; platonic/best friends relationship, fluff, childhood nostalgia, mentions of growing up (thematically), sleepover clichés !!

notes: ive been listening to a lot of those mha youtube playlists recently? and they’ve been getting me in the mood for some fluffy friendship clichés !! wishing my friends would do this kinda stuff with me fr, but we’ll cope thru some self-insert fanfiction instead :’)

heres the playlist i was listening to while writing this -> https://youtu.be/C8-H_hBd2rY?si=6Kjg5temq2wCsv_R

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You sat in the common room of the dorms, your favorite pair of pj pants adorning your legs.

The commons were currently booming with laughter and music, chatter bouncing from wall to wall.

With UA having finally decided to give you hero students a “rest week,” the class 1-A girls (more specifically, Mina) deemed it essential to have a sleepover at least one of the nights.

So, here you were, embracing the loving chaos around you.

You leaned forward on the couch, reaching with one hand to try and grab your phone, but were yanked back by the invisible girl trying to finish doing your hair.

“Y/N, I told you to SIT. STILL.” Toru said, poking your back jokingly.

“Fine, fine,” you whined, resuming your position against the couch, a smile forming on your face. “I was just trying to check something real quick-”

“You can check it later!” Mina shouted, “Now's our time to have fun! And we better be enjoying it to the fullest after all that arguing I had to do with Aizawa-sensei!”

Through her shouts, you can see her dancing to the soundtrack you’d all contributed to.

Although everyone wanted to pitch-in with some of their favorites, Kyouka inevitably had the last say in what would make it to the final product.

And, at least to you, she’d done a pretty good job.

The songs blaring were all nostalgia-ridden, upbeat, and reminded you of some distant childhood memory that you couldn't quite recall.

As you watched Mina dance to her heart's content across the room, you thought for a moment that you could almost see a shadow of your younger self dancing along with her to these songs.

Sitting on the ground below you, leaning against the couch, Momo laughed at Mina’s antics while carefully touching up the polish on Ochaco’s nails.

“I’m sure Aizawa-sensei doesn’t mind our little party, as long as we clean up properly in the morning.”

“Maybe we could convince the boys to clean up for us,” you joked.

“No way!” Ochaco giggled back. “I can imagine Bakugo’s screams already.”

You could imagine the blonde busting out his lungs before you even finished asking your question to him,

“Maybe we just don't ask him,” you suggest.

Suddenly the weight on the couch shifted, as Mina plopped down beside you, grabbing a sip of water before adding to the conversation.

“Trust me, I don't think any of those boys will help out voluntarily.”

The topic carried on as you girls debated who, out of the 1-A boys, would be kind enough to help you clean up come morning.

Although some decisions were unanimous, several times a few of you would get into mock-arguments, standing up for your "knowledge" of your peers.

As things between Kyouka and Mina were getting intense over whether or not Kaminari would help, the sweet smell of delicious food suddenly came wafting towards the group.

You looked over at the hall to see Tsu standing there, returning from her earlier escapade to the kitchen.

“I thought we were missing some snacks, so I made what I could. Ribbit.” Tsu chimed, holding a tray filled with an assortment of you girls’ favorite treats.

“TSU- YOU. ARE. THE. BEST!” Toru squealed, releasing her death grip on your hair.

You saw her onesie race towards the snacks instantaneously , and took that as a sign that your new up-do was likely complete - for now, at least.

With all your mouths full of laughter, messed up song lyrics, and half-eaten snacks, the night carried on until sleep eventually caught up to you all one by one.

As you finally flopped onto the couch, eyes fluttering asleep, you found yourself grateful for the night you'd had.

This is what little-Y/N always dreamt of. Thank you, my best friends.. for making this dream of hers come true.

That night, you went into your night of dreams with a smile on your face, and with a little girl watching you from a distance, smiling and over you from afar.

[koishiro]

Dating Momo Yaoyorozu <3

[frickingnerd]

i couldn't stand to lose you

pairing: momo yaoyorozu x gn!reader

summary: after you save momo's life, you finally find the courage to confess to her!

"momo–!!"

you rushed towards your classmate, a hand stretched out for her. just a bit closer. just a little faster. you had to reach her before the villain did! you had to save her! 

momo had just turned her head to the side and spotted the villain, when you finally reached her. in the very last moment, you tackled the man onto the ground, activating your quirk and piercing through his chest. 

you stared down at him, breathing heavily as you watched his eyes widen one last time, before he stopped moving. for a moment you just stared at him, realizing what you had done. but then momo's voice snapped you out of your thoughts. 

"y-you… you saved me..!"

momo seemed shaken at what had just happened. she stared down at you and the villain, as you quickly got up and took her hands. 

"don't look at him…"

you didn't want her to see that. 

"just… look at me instead"

your hands wandered up and you now gently cupped her cheeks, smiling at momo. perhaps it was the adrenalin that was still rushing through your body that had made you this bold, but you didn't mind it. you probably should've done this a long time ago. 

"i'm so glad nothing happened to you… i couldn't stand losing you..." 

you slowly inched closer to her. momo blushed, realizing what you meant by that and what you were about to do next. she smiled nervously before closing her eyes. and just a moment later, your lips met hers. 

when you pulled away from her after a few seconds, you knew you had to tell momo how you felt, while you were still feeling bold! 

"i love you, momo. i have for a very long time now and i can't keep it to myself anymore. not when i almost lost you today!" 

momo smiled and pressed a short kiss against your lips. 

"i love you too, my hero~"

[neapolitanupsidedowncake]

girlfriend headcanons for momo with fem!reader

very sweet and kind girlfriend, likes taking care of you

as you know, momo has this habit of making tea for her friends. so obviously she loves having her own tea with you on dates and such

she's a very ✨rich✨ lady, so she has no problem getting you gifts and having fun shopping trips with you

avid pinterest user!! she loves cooking pinterest recipes with you on weekends

straight a student!! a great teacher if you aren't having the best grades.

always has girlie necessities (pads etc) in her bag in case you ever need it <;3

board games and card games!! she likes uno and monopoly.

she likes cuddling on her bed with you on top of her

protective over you, if anyone bullies you, she would always stand up for you

[r2katsu]

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐘 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄𝐒

Ft. Mina, Yaomomo, Ochako

mha m.list | gn!reader | crack

WC: 526 words

Mina Ashido:

"Reminder to not borrow y/n's things without telling them-"

"MINA ASHIDO"

"EEEKK Y/N!"

"..."

"Okay okay I know you're mad but-If I did borrow I knew you'd say no and I was kinda scared to borrow from you…"

Standing in front of pinkie herself with arms crossed and throwing daggers at her, as much as you love her she ain't getting out of this one easily and she knows it even though with the title 'girlfriend' she can't get off the hook with just that

"Ashido-" "Don't call me that it sounds weird-" and now she's pouting like a kicked puppy she peaks a little of your face when she hears a sigh "Ashido" she pouts even more "Okay it was enough I didn't ask for permission to borrow your stuff and now I..broke it…" she says as she fiddles with her fingers "You're getting no hugs from me for a week Ashido." you went to leave "WAIT NO NO NO y/n l/n you can't do me like this!??" "..." "Please" she pleads while grabbing the back of your shirt pulling it "Three days" she sighs hearing your response "I'll take it" for whole 3 days she's clinging onto you and don't expect her to get off of you

Momo Yaoyorozu:

"I'm sorry you have to spend your Saturday morning like this but you really don't have to worry about it-"

"Yaomomo you were ill and you didn't even tell me, you made me worried sick but you brushed me off everytime I asked you about it!"

There were only silence for a few seconds, rubbing the bridge of your nose you could tell the ill young lady is starting to get even more scared then you hear a sniffle you grabbed a tissue for her to clean up the snot but you were met with a few ad tears

"MO WHAT'S WRONG?? DOES IT HURT ANYWHERE WE SHOULD GO TO A DOCTOR I'LL-"

Feeling a pull on your shirt and she was wiping her tears "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner you were tired and I could take care of myself but I still made you worried…I'm sorry y/n-" "Shh it's fine come on now." "I was scared to tell you-" "Don't hesitate to tell me next time, please?" she nods "Wait am I really that scary??" "Sometimes-" she chuckles lightly, making you giggle.

Ochako Uraraka:

Hearing a knock and to reveal a pretty looking brunette with a worried face

"Something wrong 'chako?"

"Uhmm…well y/n here's the thing."

And now she's fiddling with her fingers nervously, giving her a second to collect herself.

"I sorta uhm got your notebook soaked."

"..."

"IT WAS AN ACCIDENT I SWEAR MINA HAD SOME WATER AND SHE KINDA BUMPED INTO ME I SWEAR IT DRYING RIGHT NOW IT'S NOT THAT BAD-"

"Oi calm down" standing up to approach the brunette "Where's my book?" "My room." "Alright let's go check."

"Well I guess this is still salvageable."

"You're not mad??"

"Nah, I can't get mad at a cute face with these chubby cheeks" while you pinched her left cheek while she winced.

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[mirukosbitchywife]

1a girls monopolize shouto time when they're on their periods because he's a personal heat pack but can also keep them from getting too warm. it is not at all uncommon to see shouto with his hand on one of the girls' lower stomachs to ease cramps in the dorms. because of this they're all really close to each other so he's always invited to their girls night. he really likes when they do his hair or paint his nails during those nights where they all pamper him like he does them. just. shouto being close friends with people outside his usual group <3333 he deserves the world. also whenever he's not around when they need a personal heater, momo will make heating packs and give the girls massages because she's the best class mom anyone could ask for

[nerd-of-karasuno]

Could you perhaps do Momo dating headcanons?

of course!! we stan this queen on this blog. 

Momo treats you so so well from the start. Her manners are spot on of course. 

You're already having tea parties with her before you start dating.

If you didn't know much about tea before, now you do, lol

Seriously, Momo wants to get to know you. She finds you intriguing. 

And don't worry- she isn't that upfront about it. She's alright if you say no- just know that the offer is always open. 

Momo is not so obvious about her feelings, but she realizes that she's falling for you pretty soon.

Her feelings definitely confused her tho.

She didn't know why she was feeling the way she was for awhile, but she figured it out by subtly asking Jiro. 

Her question was something among the lines of 'what do you think it's like to fall in love with someone?' but definitely more subtle. 

Now, assuming you're in the hero course, or at U.A. at all, Momo becomes concerned for a bit about how to go about her feelings.

She doesn't want to distract you from your schooling.

But Momo will feel bad and slightly guilty from keeping a secret from you, so she'll eventually confess her feelings for you.

Now you might not be able to tell, but Momo gets very nervous when confessing.

The way she words it is so elegant and genuine. 

She has only practiced a couple times out loud beforehand and freaking aces it when she does the real things.

She had said the confession a million times in her head tho.

Now for the first date, Momo goes a bit overboard, but it's not really her fault. She was super happy and wanted to plan it herself.

She grew up believing that dates were supposed to be extremely fancy and expensive because of the family she grew up in.

Please, have fun introducing her to the type of dates where you stay inside in your pajamas and watch movies with her. 

Momo is so shocked when she finds out about dates like that. She had heard briefly about stay at home dates from Denki and one or two others, but this still surprised her.

Momo grows to love stay at home dates and other simple dates you take her on. 

As for affection, Momo is a bit old-fashioned about it, also because of the family she grew up in.

Hand holding is good, but she gets super flustered with it at first. 

You can always hold her hand in public.

Kisses are a bit different. 

Momo prefers them to be private, but she kisses your cheek in public occasionally.

Also Momo doesn't mind when you play with her hair. She thinks it's really sweet and likes it if you do her hair as well. You could do the goofiest hairstyle and she'll still like it (she assumes it's a hairstyle that's popular now. She isn't familiar with what's popular and what's not on the Internet).

If you need advice for anything and everything, Momo almost always has good answers.

She'll always have a shoulder for you to lean on too.

my hero academia masterlist

[mhaxwishxgranter]

Yaoyorozu & black!fem!reader

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Summary: Y/N puts the fear of god into Mineta and makes friends with Momo Yaoyorozu.

Characters: black!fem!reader, Momo Yaoyorozu, Mineta Minoru

Warnings: Mentions of Mineta’s perverted actions 🤢

POV: Third Person

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When Mineta had been caught in Y/N’s room, thinking that it had been Yaoyorozu’s, everyone, especially the girls, had been disgusted by his actions.

All Y/N had done was walk up to the little pervert, yank him up using her telekinesis quirk, whispered something that only he could hear, which had left him pale and shaking and running to tell Aizawa what he had tried to do and face the consequences of his actions after she had released him from her quirk, because no way was she going to actually touch Mineta with her hands.

Ugh. Nasty.

And who knows what he had tried to do while he had been in here.

In her room.

Y/N was filled with a burning urge to burn sage throughout her room to cleanse it, but instead would have to opt for stripping her room bare and giving a deep, deep clean.

That had been the plan until a knock came to the door of her dorm room.

Looking over at the entryway, Y/N saw Momo standing there with a worried look.

“Yaoyorozu?” It had taken Y/N a while to be able to say her last name without getting tongue tied. “You good?”

“No! I mean yes! I mean..I’m sorry!”

“For what?”

“Mineta. You caught him in your room because he thought it was mine.”

“You don’t have to apologize. Mineta is a pervert who needs to get smacked a good few times. Besides, he should have reached Aizawa with how fast he was running.”

“What did you say to him? None of us have ever seen him that scared or run so fast.”

Y/N smirked. “Just put the fear of god into him, just like my momma and daddy taught me to do.”

“Please tell me how you did it!”

“Alright. But you have to help me deep clean my room.”

“Deal! And please call me Momo or Yaomomo.”

Y/N’s smirk was replaced by a smile. “Then, you can call me Y/N.”

She had agreed to do just that as they made their way downstairs for the necessary cleaning supplies.

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[mxtsuriluv]

kidnapping, alcohol, cursing, mentally abusive, age gap, sexual assault, assault/jerks, trauma, drama, hatred, enemies to lovers, mommy issues, daddy issues, suicide, self harming, drug abuse , written in lower case and so much more for those topics that are sensitive such as sa, suicide, etc i'll put a warning beforehand ! < 3

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kohana lam - matching memories

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"One | c a n d o r

"sorry?"

everyone in the class exclaimed to the news their teacher relied on them. mr.aizawa sigh and was dumbfounded by his students reaction, i mean he at least expected his students to at least be happy? not to gave him a dull reaction. isn't this a good way for them to interact with eachother and get to know one another better so why are they acting like its the end of the world?

"well you guys don't look happy about it" mr.aizawa said as the students quickly shook their heads.

"were overjoy sensei! but why now? is there a sole purpose for this task?" kirishima asked as the others agreed to it.

"midnight though this was a good idea for you guys, think about it as taking a little break. im not sure why she suggested it now, nedless to say kids she's the one that choose your partner for this project. you guys are to stay with your partner for 30 days and get to know eachother better, matter of fact socialize with them more, and this would count as a big grade in your finals. anyone who objects would fail my class, i'm sure none of you have any problem with it"

"yes, mr.aizawa" everyone said.

satisfied with the answer, mr.aizawa in the chalkboard wrote down his students names and who will they be partner up with.

y/n was looking for her name and it seemed that mr.aizawa wrote their names based on the rows they were seated in. row a contained hagakure who got paired up with ojiro, then was bakugou who got paired up with ...yaoyorozu?, anyways next in line was midoryia who got paired up with uraraka

anddd finallyyy..... y/n with -

there's no way. some students were happy with who their partner was for this assignment and some were not. in this case y/n was not, like how could she? when her partner doesn't even like her and can't stand being in the same room as her!?

"oh! y/n is with..... todoroki!" mina exclaimed excited but worried at the same time.

upon hearing that the whole classroom stood silence. they all know that todoroki and yagi don't exactly get along, at least that's what it seems like.

"is there any way we can change our partners..." y/n said in a whisper but due to the quietness mr.Aizawa was able to hear it.

"you must stay with the partner you were assigned to"

and with that being said, the bell rang making everyone go towards their partner for the assigment, y/n made her way towards yaoyorozu and whisper to her.

"please switch partners with me yaomomo" y/n pleaded

"but you heard mr.aizawa.."

"he doesn't have to know, you and todoroki have more chemistry together so i don't see the big deal"

"c,chemistry?" yaoyorozu said slightly confused but flatter a little.

"oi, brat i don't like my partner as well but i'm sucking it up. it's not the end of the world, deal with it"

bakugou said as he grab the girl and drag her towards todoroki throwing her at him.

"if i find out you hurt her in any way, i'll destroy that angelic face of yours" bakugou said as he glared at him and then left, going towards yaoyorozu.

"forgot to mention, by the end of the project you guys need to write a summary about it and i want details in it, class dismissed"

todoroki quickly cleared his throat making y/n pulled away from him. both of them stood there awkwardly.

"uh, so what do you wanna do first?" y/n said as she look up to him meeting his stoic face and out of habit she started scratching herself on her neck, she usually does it when she's nervous.

"screw you" todoroki said and y/n stood there dumbfounded as he passed right through her leaving her alone for a moment.

'did he?... no. he did not just— ima kill that son of a bitch!'

and with that y/n started running after him. "hey! jackass!" y/n yelled making todoroki turned around with a sigh of annoyance only to be greeted with snow right onto his face. y/n had use her quirk against him.

"it's been two years todoroki, two damn years of this whole rivalries thing. i don't know why you despite me that much but please just go through this like a mature person so we can get the damn grade"

y/n said sternly as she look into the boys eyes, she wanted to have atleast a reaction out of him, but at the end she got nothing, she only got the same stoic dull face of his.

on the other hand todoroki was about to use his quirk against the girl and freeze her where she's standing and leave the building but she was right. the whole project thing was a grade at the end of the day and they needed to at least pretend they were getting a lot for some time.

he quickly glanced at the girl, golden hour had just set in illuminating the hallways with orange and yellowish tinges, and as well her. her skin look so soft under the hues of the light. todoroki suck in a breath, his classmate was attractive sure but shoto can't bring himself to accept the girl, for fuck sakes she's all might child.

and for that sole reason he doesn't want to be around the girl. all might is the whole reason his father created him in the first place, his whole existence he has been taught to become greater than him and beat him, so when he found out all might had a daughter he was determine to become greater than her and beat her at everything.

as second passed by, y/n grew irritated. she felt like she was making a full of herself and she didn't like that not one bit, biting the inside of her mouth she sigh.

"well each have a turn, one minute to say what we think about each other, what we feel towards one another, and then we'll put our differences aside and get this over with, deal?"

todoroki listened to the girl and slowly nodded as he saw y/n signaling him to go first.

"don't take this very personal but your not the brightest person out there. for someone who thinks so high of themselves i expected more from you yagi. those countless matches were we needed to compete, it seemed like you were always going so easy on me, seems like pithiness towards me. that's what i hate so much about you, remember our first encounter? heck you pushed me out of your way and didn't even apologize or anything you look back and stare at me for a second and walked away like if i was someone that was just wasting your time, like if i was a low life that couldn't, can't be compare to your level. i can't stand being in the same room as you... literally talking with you right now is making me want to puke, i would rather be alone in a room with mineta instead of being stuck here with you. you annoy me, every single word that comes out of you makes my head hurt and i wanna shove it right back at your mouth just to get you to shut up"

y/n had to put a finger on his mouth in order to shut him up, she back away and look slightly hurt.

"plus your all might's child and i'm endevours, our fathers have history of not liking one another it was bound to happened that we won't as well"

y/n just nodded towards him and slightly smile.

"haha did you had to be that honest with me? todoroki our first encounter was just a misunderstanding, i wasn't staring at you, i was staring behind you which so happened to be bakugou, he pissed me off that day. whatever i'm not here to explain myself."

and with a deep breath y/n took a look of the boy.

"let me prove you wrong during these 30 days ... just put up with my behavior for 30 days and if by the end of it you still don't like me we'll never talk to one another again or even acknowledge the other..deal?"

shoto slightly frowned to the girl but it wasn't really a bad deal so he agreed to it.

"you didn't got to say your part about how you feel about me"

"i have nothing to say to you todoroki, now let's pretend that we're the bested friends"

a groan left the boys mouth as he started following the girl back to the dorms. this project sure was going to impact their life's.

[reverie-starlight]

{prom HCs}

in honour of my prom being last night, here’s some headcanons of the haikyuu, knb, mha and obey me characters if you went to prom with them. a mix of real things that happened and things that i wish could have happened to me :’)

gn!reader

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once the dancing starts and there’s a big crowd, they get lifted up on a chair and everyone is cheering. the teachers have to intervene so nobody gets hurt. definitely has a tie around their head. 

BOKUTO, kaminari, NOYA, TANAKA, kirishima, mina, SERO, mammon, tendou, ushijima (purely bc the thought of him being confused as to what’s happening entertains me), HINATA, kise (iffy on this one but i can see it), takao, hanamaki (seijoh four carries the chair), kogane

wins prom queen

NEJIRE, momo yaoyorozu, KIYOKO, momoi satsuki, mina

wins prom king

OIKAWA, kise, ASMO, sugawara, ushijima, ATSUMU, diavolo, yaku, KITA, AKASHI SEIJURO

gets sat at a table with people caught in a scandal and gets the inside scoop. adds fuel to the fire by letting someone at the table know information they got from a friend about the situation that no one else knew, reuses to give names so they don’t drag their friend into it on accident

ASMO, suna, mattsun, hanamaki, futakuchi, MINA, uraraka

you two are that couple that is ACTUALLY cute and everyone thinks you should have won prom royalty, not the couple that did win

AKAASHI, BEEL, kuroko, KAGAMI, jirou, kirishima, satan, kuroo, aran, KITA, simeon, tsuyu

dances to as many songs as they can, but the second you tell them you’re tired and need to rest for a minute, they lead you to the table, get you water and makes sure you have someone to sit with before heading back out. they’ll come back every so often to check on you and excitedly lead you back to the dance floor when you say you’ve recharged

oikawa, bokuto, mammon, KAMINARI, KIRISHIMA, sero, ASMO

both of your social batteries drain easily around so many people, so you’re both content to sit at a table and either take cute selfies or yell over the music until the slow songs come on so you don’t get overwhelmed (me, except I didn’t have a date lol)

KENMA, leviathan, KUNIMI, todoroki, midoriya, belphegor, suna, SAKUSA, yamaguchi, yachi, JIROU, tsukishima, midorima, kuroko

you guys spend a lot of time in the photo booth taking funny pictures with props. at the end of the night, you both have like four strips of pictures

suna, OIKAWA, iwaizumi, KUROKO, aran, KISE, aomine (he grumbles about it tho), SEMI

they compliment your outfit of the night so much, they’re just so so so appreciative of you and want to let you know!!

everyone!!! they love u!!!

you guys leave a bit early because the food they served wasn’t that good and you need to eat something so you don’t pass out. you get burgers and fries at like 10 pm lol

MURASAKIBARA, kagami, OSAMU, BEEL, kageyama, aomine, bakugo, yachi, kenma

when you start to get tired and the party is slowing down a bit, they’ll let you lean on them until your ride gets there. kisses you on the forehead and settles in beside you as the car starts to move, helps you wash your face and stuff later

KAGAMI, momo, lucifer, mammon, midorima, ATSUMU, IWAIZUMI, sakusa, aone, daichi, SEMI

when you guys slow dance, everyone else fades away and you’re lost in your own conversation. you don’t even notice the yearbook club supervisor taking a picture of you guys for the prom feature

aomine, AKAASHI, lucifer, todoroki, SEMI, kuroo, leviathan, satan, uraraka, nejire, KIYOKO

[shxtodxroki]

Hey guys, I've decided I want to write more general boyfriend/girlfriend headcanons, so please vote on which MHA character of the ones listed I should write for first! (Or you're welcome to send in a request for a certain character if you want one who's not on this list, I just dont have any of these requests currently so I listed the characters I'm most interested in writing for!)

There's also a Haikyuu version of this poll on my blog if you're interested in voting on that one as well!

[lxstfuck]

Hi so I wanted to make a request if u can do a momojiro x fem reader then please consider doing it if u dont do this stuff just tell me u wont so I know so like if ur going to do it

It is basically that the reader used to ship momo and jiro so hard and at the same time loved them both so when they get together the reader is broken cuz she wanted to be a part too so when they knew they talked it out and asked the reader if she wanted to be with them

I would be really happy if u wrote it

A/N: We all love angsty romance in this household. Since you didn't clarify I made it like this Romance>Angst>Romance. I hope you enjoy this!

Tags: Mineta, romance to angst to romance, fem reader, reader is in class 1A but we don't mention quirk usage yet, drama. If i forgot anything lmk.

«Rooting for us you»

It was a sunny day, wind blowing softly as it rocked the branches of the trees that adorned the place. Truly beautiful. At least it would be beautiful if you got a chance to admire it. Instead, all were exhausted and fighting, again, to be the last one standing.

“The game is very easy:" The monotone voice of the teacher started to say. “be the last one on battle. You'll be fighting until one is the winner!" He raised his voice and a sadistic smile had appeared on his lips. Chills ran down everyone's spine, meanwhile, Aizawa kept explaining the rules: absolutely none. Quirks were to be used. But they did expect them to use brute force as well. Pairing up was not an option. You looked around, eyes wandering to the two girls that made the perfect team. Kyoka Jirou and Momo Yaoyorozu. Not only they made a perfect team, but also a perfect couple. It was jealousy perhaps? For a time you didn't know you didn't know if you felt envy towards one or the other. Eventually though, you came to realize it wasn't jealousy that you felt. It was love. True pure love.

You meditated about the feelings you had. Love. You loved them. But you felt guilty deep inside. How embarrassing and problematic would be if you confessed to them. They would have problems? Would they break up? No. It can't happen! You like them together. They are beautiful together. It was adorable. They were adorable. Whenever they laughed at something. The way they held hands in a way that seemed so romantic. The little presents on special occasions. Yet, you wanted to be there. At least to hype them up. And you did. For a long time you managed to help them set up dates, choose gifts, sometimes you'd even help them get ready for the dates.

Mineta of course realized that and tried to convince them to kiss or do more. You stood up for them and figured out that a single threat was enough. You would activate your quirk and show him you weren't scared and you weren't going to let it slide.

“I was rooting for us" You say, hiding in a corner, waiting for someone to attack you or for you to attack. A single tear streamed down your cheek and slide to the corner of your lips, the salty taste of it making you lick your lips out of instinct. You repressed a pained sob when you spotted them. Right under you. Little giggles and soft whispers that you couldn't figure out. Oh dear. The lighting wasn't good but you saw them smile and it made your heart sink.

Why? Why?! WHY?! Why her? Why couldn't you have a happy ending too? Life was truly unfair with the ones that don't deserve it. Everytime you think you might be letting go of that hope of getting together, you are reminded and proven wrong in the worst way possible. Like right now. Was it truly necessary for them to be there? Of all the cold, dark places. Here was the perfect place?

It ends here. You couldn't see them, so you decided to not look at them for the rest of the game. You needed them out.

“Nice view?" a voice startled you, out of instinct you threw a punch. A thud made it's way to your ears and you looked down to see the girls gone and Ojiro on the ground.

“I'm so sorry!” I exclaim but all i got was a thumbs up while he stood up and took impulse to hit you. “In my defense, you scared me" You shrugged and jumped to another place, sometimes swinging on the edges to get better angles. He had a powerful, strong quirk so it was all about getting him exhausted or finding a way to bring him down. You look down while swinging and saw acid, Kirishima was the only one who'd survive that. Maybe i could find someone to do the work for me. Yes! That was it! You screamed, making sure to let someone know your location and hoping someone would take the bait. And it wasn't long before explosions were heard. “bingo" you say under your breath and move up quickly.

“Oh fu-" Was heard before an explosion went off. Some dust going up. You laughed a little too loud and ran for it. Your quirk was more for protection than for attack, so of course you were scared for your life. “Come on out!” the echo made it impossible for you to figure exactly were it was. Ojiro was down but you were standing.

How many were left? You calculated the chances and figured if Bakugo was here maybe Deku was too. Maybe they hadn't had an encounter or you would have heard about it. It's easy to tell when they're fighting because of the amount of words they say. Mind running calculations you couldn't help but think about them again.

Where were they? Were they ok? Have they fought someone? Have they lost yet? You couldn't help but worry. You needed a plan to take out Bakugo. He was stubborn, and a hot headed. Maybe that was it? You would use that on your favor.

“Im right here, dumbass!" you yelled, jumping from a building to another. A laugh was heard from his part. Deep and scary. Those words fit him perfectly. Now it was time to lost him. Plus ultra!

It didn't work out.

You were currently on the nurse with some horrible scratches and a broken leg. And it hurt so much you yelled curses at him and your quirk managed to put a fight for you and protect you.

15 years and never broken a bone. Yet, on a stupid game, you broke a ful leg. Bakugo was almost surprised when you cussed him like a sailor. Some went to check on you. Recovery girl saw the distorted leg and frowned almost asking how did that happen. However, she remembered the many times she saw Midoriya coming with more than two broken bones.

After treating you, you heard the curtain being opened and saw the two girls that were in your dreams every night. The girls you had helped so much and cheered on to be together.

“How are you feeling L/N-san?” Momo sat down at the edge of the bed and grabbed your hand gently. She was shaking. You gave her a soft smile.

“I've been better. How are you two? Who was winner?" you asked, changing the subject because it'll made you think of something else.

“Kaminari won. Dumbass shocked everyone. Literally." laughed Jirou. ”The only ones standing was him and Deku but he forgot the shocks got in buildings too and Midoriya almost short circuited". Momo shook her head, worried.

“I didn't notice but your hair is long" You said absent minded.

“I told her I loved her hair. She's just a little shy about it yet". Kyoka poked her sides, making Momo laugh a bit.

You were a little pained.

“Listen we... Wanted to talk to you". Oh no. They figured out? Were they mad? Disgusted maybe? Maybe they won't talk to you ever again? “Don't worry, good things!” They must've seen your face of panic because they tried to calm you down. You took a deep breath and tried to sit down. Jirou helped you up and a pained whine was heard. “Must've been horrible huh?"

You nodded with a smirk on your thin lips. But you shrugged it out.

“We wanted to thank you" They smiled at you. “You were rooting from us since the beginning. You've helped us so much and we're grateful for being our friend, Y/N". You could only think of two things.

How the name came so naturally out of her mouth and how she called you a friend. Pain. That hurt you and if anyone heard your inside, they'd hear your heart cracking a bit more. But you liked the pain. Maybe you were a masochist.

“We love you”. They hugged you slightly. “Noy like a friend.” You gasped.

“Like a best friend?" you had to make sure. Not even in your wildest dreams would this happen. Maybe the anesthesia was kicking in.

“No, Y/N we love you” The emphasis made your heart squeeze. Your vision was cloudy and tears formed in your eyes. “We're sorry and we understand if you're disgusted by it but we love you. We want to be with you." You sobbed. Happy tears streamed down your face, your hands wrapped around them to secure them. As if they were going to scape any moment.

“Is this...” You hiccuped. “is this a joke?”

They laughed. Not a mean laugh. It was soft, reassurance in it.

“Would you like it to be a joke?" you shook your head hurriedly. A clear answer to them. They kissed your cheek and forehead.

“Now you can be rooting for us three instead of us two" Momo said softly as she placed a gentle kiss on your hand.

“I'll be in your care then. I'm rooting for us”

If it was a dream, which was not, you prayed to never wake up.

I very much enjoyed writing this down!

Fun fact: i can't write angst for shit. Unless i have a clear scenario in my head. So writing angst for this was hard.

I hope you guys enjoyed this and my asks are open, so are requests and thirsts!

Make sure to check my master list for rules and here you may find for which fandoms I'll be writing for. Take care everyone, remember you're all absolutely gorgeous!