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Momo looked around the cafeteria with a heavy tray in her hands. While she seldom wished to go into training stuffed to the brim, it would be inadvisable to not do so given they were warned about a series of heavy conditioning for this evening’s class. Her quirk allowed her an advantage in terms of metabolism that few others had. That being said, her classmates were of similar minds with their lunch orders.
Iida’s group had larger portions than usual from what she could recall. They were always eating smart, balanced meals but today was an exercise in what they could handle at once. Ashido’s gaggle of friends were sporadic and tried to go too heavy on the protein side of things. Meanwhile the likes of Kouda and Shouji were being moderate and keeping to their usual meals in very slightly larger servings.
Looking down at her tray, Momo could only wince at the sight of more pastries and confections than a teenager should rightly have. At least, according to her rather dubious sources of the teenage experience. Scanning the room once more, Momo walked past the tables occupied by her classmates. She kept an open ear for them, but alas, their chatter was filled with planning get togethers and study sessions.
So she steered herself around the cafeteria, looking for an open spot where she might not intrude on anyone else. The smaller friend groups amongst UA’s large roster of students dominated the same seats regularly. It was their usual spot and Momo knew intellectually that this was typical behavior. A routine and sanctioned place to eat was good for not only the body but the brain as well.
Yet that meant even the small tables of four cramped between two larger sets of benches were taken already. Owing to being early in the school year, Momo couldn’t identify the general course or support course students that would be safe to sit with. Business course students appeared all too busy and loud for her taste in dining. If none of those were options, then where was she to go?
In many a manga, she had observed characters eating and hanging out on the school roof. She wasn’t sure if the roof was even an option, never mind if she would be able to get there, eat, and get back in time to put her tray away. Perhaps it was best to leave that as a fanciful flight of the imagination.
Well, she knew that the plaza was open. She had seen a handful of students eating and messing around with their quirks when she looked wistfully out of the window during lunch. Many of them had brought food from home though, so they didn’t need to hurry back to the cafeteria. Maybe she should ask her family’s chef to prepare her a hearty meal. Where would she keep it though? A meal big enough to fuel her quirk wouldn’t really fit in her bag. Carrying it outside of the bag wouldn’t be difficult, but she would rather not show it off either.
“Yaoyorozu, there you are.” She turned on her heel at the gruff voice. Mr. Aizawa stood among the rows of tables still in his baggy black clothes and with that peculiar scarf around his neck. “Do you have a moment? We need to talk about something.”
“Something?” she asked, hoping to not seem too unnerved by the vagueness. She doubted it worked, but at least she remained poised enough not to falter elsewhere.
“You’re not in trouble or anything. There’s just some things concerning your class that we need to discuss.” He glanced down at her untouched tray, laden with confections and calorie dense food. “Bring that with you. No reason you can’t eat and talk.”
That seemed incredibly improper to do, much less in front of her own homeroom teacher. But well, in the past week he seemed to reject any notion of propriety toward him or the school at large. She wouldn’t follow his example to the letter now. However, it wouldn’t hurt to let things slip just this once. “Lead the way.”
Mr. Aizawa grunted and turned to leave. The cafeteria wasn’t hard to leave. Despite how crowded each table was, few students made themselves obnoxious by sticking out. Some did, of course, but they had the decency to pull their feet in when they neared.
The walk down was longer than she expected. Far from the cafeteria at least. It made her wonder how much longer lunch would last and if she had enough time to return her tray. When they arrived at a large teacher’s lounge, she was still left worrying. Her teacher dropped into one of the chairs farthest from the windows and rolled around to face her. His desk was neater than she expected, admittedly. Although if she asked, Mister Aizawa would probably say something along the lines of “It’s illogical to be messy.” The papers were stacked and divided by folders with labels, he had a small cup of pens, and a tablet with a litany of scribbled notes on it.
He draped his arm over the tablet, stopping any chance she had of peeking. “Sit there. Mic won’t be back until after classes anyway. Just don’t make a mess.” He gestured to the desk next to his, a large mess sprawled across it in what could be generously referred to as organized chaos. She set her lunch tray on the office chair and tried to stack the loose papers into a neat pile. Her efforts were somewhat successful in giving her room to eat.
Finally sitting down, she turned her body to face her teacher. “What is it you wanted to speak about? You mentioned something about my class. So I presume this is related to my duties as vice representative.”
“How to put this…” The man scratched the stubble on his chin. “How many students did you have on your first day?”
“Twenty, why?” Any other number that wasn’t a multiple a four would have made their Foundational Heroics class rather awkward. Although Mister Aizawa would never ask a question that wouldn’t get him the answer he wanted. He wasn’t one to waste time. “Ah, you meant in the morning. We had nineteen students during your so-called quirk apprehension test.”
“Quite right.” Flicking quickly through his tablet, he brought up the class roster. It was merely a list of names that Momo recognized after a brief moment. Except for one of them. “One of the students that was supposed to be in 1-A failed to show up. Normally, I would have expelled her on the spot, but my superior,” he said bitterly, “has overruled that notion.”
“Ah.” She glanced at her food. It was a very poor time to be eating but she had increasingly little time before the next classes.
“Go ahead. I’ll probably be doing most of the talking anyway,” he grumbled. The man would probably rather crawl into that horrid yellow sleeping bag than be here explaining this. She still wasn’t sure how he was fit to be her homeroom teacher.
“Thank you.” She grabbed the first thing off her small pile—a cookie—and bit into it.
He grunted something that she was too unfamiliar with to decipher. “Instead of being expelled, her spot was given to the next student in the general exam’s point rankings. So if she ever chooses to attend, she’d be in the general course. She’s stubbornly refused every attempt to invite her back so far.”
That was odd. Why would anyone refuse a spot at the premier heroics school in Japan? It was illogical to go through so many hoops only to reject the opportunity. Momo knew she would have attempted the general entrance exam should the other recommended students prove better prepared or more skilled than her. She doubted any such situation would have occurred, but nothing was guaranteed. She had at least thought about that small chance.
“Normally, I wouldn’t have even tried to get her back. It’s a waste of time and her spot’s filled up. She’s already shown she doesn’t have the drive to be in the heroics course so why bother getting her to attend at all?” He let out a tired sigh. “I’ve sent letters, emails, even called her parents. So far, she’s refused and her parents aren’t in a position to make her attend.”
Swallowing her latest confection, Momo gestured to herself. “I suppose this is where I come in? A potential friendly face may ease this truant student better than gently worded letters.” And she posed a far less intimidating presence than her teacher may be able to.
“Something like that.” Mister Aizawa set his tablet aside and leaned back in his chair. It creaked and the seat squeaked as it stretched. “I would have gone to Iida first, but your quirk may prove… advantageous for this. But enough about that. You don’t have to be involved in this at all. Frankly, it’s not your problem and she won’t have a chance at getting into my class no matter how powerful her quirk is. So feel free to say no and you can finish eating.”
“I’ll help.” She smiled and lowered the bean bun she was about to dig into. “If there’s a chance to help, then it’s a hero’s responsibility to take that chance.”
“You kids are so optimistic.” Despite his words, Mister Aizawa’s lips curved upward. Once he sighed, any sign of a smile disappeared and it was back to that resting face of perpetual disappointment. “Fine, here’s what you need to know…”
Momo gulped. This was it.
She stood before a simple modern home, nigh identical to its neighbors if not for the wilted plant visible through the window. It was an odd choice of decoration and Momo couldn’t decide if it made her hope no one was home or that someone would answer the door. However, this was not the time for fear. She had given Mr. Aizawa her word and she intended to keep it.
Ringing the doorbell, she stepped back and clasped her hands together in front of her. Her school bag hung in her grip. The leather bag was filled with homework that she was setting aside for later for the first time since the school year began. A glance down the street showed her chauffeur watching her through his sunglasses. The small car was just around the end of the block, hidden out of sight of the house.
Without any sign of life, Momo was left to fidget. She tried to peek through the window but the home was too dark to discern anything. The sun was shining down behind the house too, so the best she could see was an outline of things. Maybe if she created a flashlight, she could…
The door creaked open. A blonde head of hair poked through, taking in the sight of Momo. The girl’s eyes lingered on Momo’s chest, hopefully observing her uniform but Momo didn’t hold much hope that the blonde’s gaze was completely innocent. At least the girl looked at her slightly differently than Mineta did. It wasn’t a large difference but it was less pure carnal desire.
Pulling the door open further, the girl revealed herself in shorts and a tank top, both with yellow stripes going down green fabric. She looked rather comfortable as she drank in Momo’s appearance. A glimmer of amusement covered the hunger in her eyes. Hunger for what, Momo could not even guess.
“So UA’s sending students now?” The blonde stepped through the door frame and down the small step, leaving her even shorter than Momo. She was firmly eye level with Momo’s chin. Given that Momo was a good deal taller than the average Japanese woman, that wasn’t super surprising.
Still, it felt odd looking slightly down at a person who had given UA’s staff a headache. She had expected a tall delinquent with more brawn padding her frame. Here she was faced with a lithe girl who had less muscle definition than Ashido, leaving her more comparable to Jirou. In the age of quirks though, anything was possible. After all, the mousy teen that was Midoriya could send a ball flying a kilometer away with a finger flick.
“So you already know why I’m here?” asked Momo cautiously. She still had to be careful no matter what this girl happened to look like. Mr. Aizawa would probably be mildly annoyed with her if she wasn’t being vigilant after all the trouble he had gone through.
“Something something the principal wants me to attend. Something something I don’t feel like it.” The girl rolled her eyes and scoffed, not quite unlike Bakugou would. Was she as dangerous as Bakugou though? “Dunno why the big man upstairs wants little ol’ me, but it’s flattering.”
Momo pulled up all the poise she could to appear in control and confident. “As I’ve been told, you have a rather unique quirk, one that cannot so easily be let go. The principal had to concede your seat in the hero course, but you are open to earning it back through your performance in the sports festival each year. That is, if that appeals to you. Participation is technically voluntary for the sports festival.”
“So are you here to read off the pamphlet or…” Gesturing into the air, the girl let her eyes roam around the area. She was growing bored, Momo needed to reclaim her attention.
“Officially, that was what I was asked to do. Unofficially, well.” Momo placed a hand over her bosom, drawing the truant girl’s eyes back to her. “I’m here to offer whatever I can to secure your attendance. So if you wish for private transportation to school or tutors to aid your education, then I will provide them where I can.”
“Cool, cool.” The blonde took another step closer, and when Momo stood her ground, she grabbed Momo’s tie. Pulled forward, Momo tried to maintain her balance as her face was drawn just a breath away from the other girl’s. “So, whatever I want, right?”
“To a reasonable point, yes.” Momo resisted the urge to pull back and standup straight. The girl was surprisingly strong but Momo was certain she could at least stand up properly. However, if this is what it took then so be it.
The blonde hummed thoughtfully. “How about I go to school tomorrow,” she paused to drag a finger over Momo’s shoulder, “if I can get a kiss?”
“A k-kiss?” The girl nodded, her hair buns bobbing with the motion. “I su-suppose s-so.” Momo gulped. “If that’s what you wish, I don’t see why not.”
“Good.” One tug of her tie and Momo’s lips pressed down on another’s. Soft, supple flesh collided in a chaste kiss yet Momo’s knees quivered all the same. She grabbed onto the blonde on instinct, pulling herself closer to her. In return, the blonde’s grip shifted from Momo’s tie to her collar, grabbing a fistful of her blouse to keep her pulled down.
For a brief moment, all was right in the world. There was peace, passionate peace. Momo’s knees shook and her hands pawed at the other girl’s clothes. Desperate for breath, she was only released after a tongue swept across her lips, stealing one last taste of her lip gloss.
The blonde drew away first, stepping back inside her home. She wore a mischievous smile, satisfied with all she had managed to take. “So, was that your first?”
First? Oh, Momo hadn’t even thought about that. It seemed so mundane when the girl had asked for it. She hadn’t even hesitated a moment to give her first kiss away. “It was,” she said without a hint of regret. A kiss was a kiss, first or last.
“Good.” The blonde’s smile stretched from ear to ear. Grabbing the door, she moved to close it. “See you at school, Creation.”
The door closed with a loud click. Left just before the step, Momo took a deep breath. She had succeeded yet couldn’t find the energy to feel excited with her small victory. Maybe she would find the energy when she received congratulations from her teacher, if he was in the mood to give any.
Turning on her heel, Momo took one step forward. Then, her legs gave out and she tumbled to the ground, exhausted.