First Times' the Charm

"Are you really sure about this?" Jirou followed her to the bathroom and leaned with her arms crossed against the side of the door, as she asked the question for the umpteenth time. Seriously, she had lost count of it.

"Yes, Ji, I'm sure, now have you seen my comb?"

Jirou moved from her place to hand her the comb that was lying near the sink and handed it to the stressed out girl, getting ready.

Momo took it with a thanks and set herself in front of the mirror to straighten her hair.

"Your parents are designers, Yaomomo" Jirou came into view of the mirror as she regarded her best friend in the reflexion. "You're a designer! You're a designer family!"

Momo sighed and looked at her friend. She was dressed a black tight leather dress that curved her silhouette nicely, she was wearing a leather choker and had some red/brownish long earrings and some other matching jewellery. Her sleek purple hair curved her face. Honestly, the look was a little extreme for Momo, but it suited the girl perfectly. She wore it like she owned it.

Momo on the other hand was still in her underwear and had just finished putting her hair in a ponytail with a bright blue (the designer in her would have called the correct term Aqua Sparkle but that would have been debatable) ribbon. She moved from the mirror to her bedroom, closely followed by her friend.
"I am aware, which is exactly why I'm doing this." She finished.

"I know you are rebelling". Jirou picked up the black clothes bag that was lying ready on the bed. "But wearing THIS to the party? That's a little extreme, even for you." The girl gestured the bag with one hand as she held it up with the other.

"It's a 2011 model." The black haired shrugged. "They must have liked it at one point." A small smile appeared on her lips as she took out the box that had her shoes in it. She opened it and regarded the dark red heeled sandals inside. A groan escaped her friend as she noticed the shoes.

"I give up." The purplehead let herself fall onto the bed defeated. She put her hands behind her head and stared at the ceiling.

Momo picked up the bag from where Jirou had dropped it on the bed. "Besides, I gave it a few tweaks to make it more fun."

Jirou sat up straight and crossed her legs with a grin. "You made it worse?!"

Momo regarded the bag with a smile: "I made it worse." And with a dramatic fake flick of her hair and a wink she left for her dresser with the bag flipped behind her shoulder.

Jirou chuckled. And pulled out her phone to check the time. They still had a few hours before the actual party. She sighed once and looked around the large room.
You could tell Yaomomo was a successful designer at first glance.
If her huge apartment, or her walk in dresser with at least a hundred Yaoyorozu originals in it, wasn't a dead giveaway. Then it would have been the 3 fitting dolls (male, female, child), the knitting machine or the big ass drawing board in the middle of her living room.
The dresser was not as much a gift as an obligation from her parents when she moved out of her parents house to try and live on her own. And she was doing great. She was happy. She had a few clothing lines on her name already and could manage on her own. She swore the woman made things that she would never even think of out of thin air. Her creations she called it.

She was proud of her friend to take the step to move out. It made her less bound to her family name and success. And more her own person. Even though she grew up with butlers and maids her whole live. Momo never shied away from cleaning duties or cooking meals. She even enjoyed those too.

Life was good. That is without all of those bloody marriage proposals her parents kept forcing her to go to. She knew her friend would snap one of these days, she just never expected her to be so extreme about it and use her promise to wear a Yaoyorozu original to every party she went to, her parents probably never expected her to edit one herself. The worst sold outfit ever. It amazed her that she even kept that hideous thing.

"Well?" A soft voice cut Jirou out of her musings as she turned her head towards her friend.
Her eyes went wide as she took in the sight in front of her.
Momo was wearing a white toga kind of dress. It had a silk dark red cloth draped over one of her shoulders and the other was bare. The red stopped knee high whereas the white continued until her feet. On her left leg there was a cut that showed her knee about thigh high. The sleeve was not as much a sleeve as much as a cloak that draped on her shoulder and ended on her bracelet. Her arm was bare as the sleeve was an open one.
The red was crossed over her chest, giving her a half white, half red look. Everything was held together with a grey/brownish belt and a big round same coloured pin on her shoulder that kept the sleeve in place.
She was wearing bright blue earrings, bracelet and hair tie to boot. The look finished with the same red coloured sandals.

Jirou snorted as Momo gave a satisfactional twist to show the outfit off.
Putting a hand in front of her mouth to keep herself from laughing Jirou tried to comment on it.

"Momo, I… can't…."

Momo put her hands in her side patiently with a satisfied grin. This was the reaction she wanted.
As soon as Jirou got a hold of herself she cocked her head questioningly.
Jirou cleared her throat.
"I'm sorry Yaomomo, I'm not laughing for the way you want me to."
Momo felt her mood drop. "Then why where you laughing?"
Jirou looked at her apologetically. "You look like a greek goddess, I was laughing because your tweaks made the dress better, you look beautiful."

Momo deadpanned. "No way." She ran toward the mirror and regarded herself.
"Ji, I look like a freaking colouring book. This is horrible."
Jirou shook her head. "You never liked your own designs, Yaomomo, but you outdid yourself on this one, I think you'll actually start a new trend with this." Jirou got off the bed and put a hand on her friend's shoulder. "I'm sorry."

Momo groaned. Silently wondering who would willingly wear this weird colour combination.

Shouto sighed as he looked in the mirror. He ran a hand through his two coloured bangs only to watch them fall neatly back in place in the middle of his head.
He hated his hair. He would have giving anything to dye it completely white. But he knew his father would never allow it as long as he lived under his roof. It was proof of his proud Todoroki heritage after all.

He let his hand slide down his face across his scar on his left side. It didn't hurt. Not physically anyway. You could say it was also because of his inheritance that he got it. He looked through his fingers at his heterochromatic eyes. One bright blue and the other grey/brown. "A colouring book." He said to himself.

Another sigh escaped him as he took a step backwards. To look at his outfit.
He was wearing an onyx grey suit. A black simple shirt and a fitting grey tie.
It was obviously way too expensive as the suit was fitted to him perfectly. Another thing to show off his heritage.

"Stop sighing Todoroki-kun. You look great." A voice interrupted his train of thoughts.
He turned around and looked at his computer screen. On it where two people. On one side was a green haired boy with freckles on his face and on the other a blue haired man with squared glasses.

"I'm sorry Ida-kun but I'm just not cut out for this thing." He walked towards the screen to his friends' skype conversation and sat down in front of it. "Are you sure you guys can't make it?"

"We apologise, Shouto" The green haired boy answered. But my mom says I'm not allowed to leave the house until I'm fully healed. He showed his casted arm on the screen. The young boy had been overdoing it again. Midoria was training to become a fireman. A noble profession, if he did not have the tendency to go overboard now and then and almost literally tried to lift burning cars on his own. It didn't help that Midoria's pyromanian friend kept daring him into contests to see who saves more people every time.
Shouto turned the other side of the screen. "I have to stay here." The man sighed." My fiancé's concocting a new weapon for me to use on the field again, but I don't want the house to explode so I need to keep an eye on her."
Ida was a freshly out of school police officer. Also a dangerous professions. But his house was actually a more dangerous at the moment, because he was living together (and now engaged to) a clever scientist who had a tendency to make her inventions explode before they worked. Shouto never understood how those two happened. Being so different, but then again. Love works in mysterious ways.

"I understand, it's just that I've never been to these things before, so much could go wrong."
Shouto was actually more afraid of the whole thing than he let on.
"Or could go right? You could actually find someone that actually fits you perfectly?" The green haired boy hinted with a smile.

Shouto pulled a face. Like that would ever happen.
He was actually betting on that to never happen. Because he had made a bet with his father. The only reason he actually went through with this whole thing.
The bet was that he had until 25 to find himself a suitable wife, by himself. Shouto never had any actual interest in love, he was way more focussed on studying what he loved most. Chemicals.
Especially fire and ice related things. How atoms so similar yet so different could make such beautiful things and yet be so destructive, fascinated him beyond belief.

Off course his father expected him to help him run the family business, so he had to take economics, bookkeeping and a lot of other boring business subjects. All on which he excelled because as long as he did those well, he could choose his other subjects. Happy that he did, because he met his friends in those classes.

As soon as he had graduated however. He realised he had forgotten this little side bet. And as he had turned 25 last month. He had no choice to go to this ball his father had not so subtlety organised in his name. The unobvious fact that only rich bachelorette women and men of his age where attending that would make potential suitors for him did not go unnoticed by a lot of people (The men being invited as a cover up). He knew most of the women were going there because he was just some rich kid, searching for a "wife". Marring into easy money. His father didn't care about that. As long as they had a good background, any girl would do. No, he would not let that happen.

He regarded his friends. "I doubt it. Rich women are horrible."
His friends nodded silently. "Just show your face and then be off. You're not actually that famous you know, no one will know who you are."

This was true. Although everyone knew the famous Todoroki name, and his brothers and sister had already very successful lives, he never shared their enthusiasm. He never went to fancy parties, photoshoots or live tv-shows. Not a lot of people knew what he actually looked like. Only the people of their main branch knew from the few meetings he had been to. This gave him a little hope.
Only his hair would give him away. Here's to hoping there were a lot of redheads today. Fat chance of that happening though.

Another sigh escaped him as he straightened up. "You're right Ida-kun, let's just get this over with."
Ida nodded enthusiastically with crossed arms and Midoria gave him a thumbs up with his 'not casted' arm. "Go get him, tiger!" The boy said with a wink.
Shouto rolled his eyes as he said his goodbyes and turned to computer off.
He took his invitation in hand and checked his way to expensive watch to calculate how much time it would take to get there. The party was in one of the company halls so he still had to drive a short bit to actually get there.

He stared as himself one last time sideways in the mirror and then walked out of his room with a determined look. He could do this.

Jirou was right, people were weird. As soon as she had stepped out of the car, the camera's where right in her face.
People loved her outfit.

It didn't help that she had heard the fifth 'I told you so' whisper in her ear from her friend.
She held a way to expensive champagne class in her hand, while she leaned against a wall in a corner. Hoping to escape all of the 'potential suitors' she was sure off her mother had helped gather for this stupid party.

She knew it was organised by one of the biggest, if not THE biggest, and richest companies in the country. Todoroki incorporated. They owned almost everything, from the smallest tech lab to the biggest mall in Japan. She knew her parents had a few shops in those malls and where desperate to keep them and even to expand. So she had to be sure not to insult anyone.

There was but one problem. She also knew that the son was here, looking for a wife. But she had no clue what the man looked like, other than that he was about her age. Cursing to herself for rebelling and not looking up anything about this party, she tried to be as polite as possible to every man that tried to talk to her. So her parents could not use anything against her other than her dress code. Which she also failed at. Today was a disaster.

Momo had lost her friend a little while ago on the snacking table. She saw her from afar, talking to a young man with blonde hair. He had a strange black lightning bolt in his hair and they seemed to be talking intimately.
She recognised him. His name was Denki Kaminari, and his parents owned an electric company somewhere abroad. They had a house here in Japan and visited often. She had been on an arrange marriage date with him before and he seemed like a decent guy, If you liked his silly jokes and aloof behaviour that is.

She looked at her friend and saw she was smiling. This made her smile too. She was suddenly very happy she had convinced Jirou to come with her. Although she wasn't that rich, her father was a famous movie music composer and she knew the girl dreamed of doing the same thing. Her father's fame is what made her get the invite in the first place but she didn't want to go, until Momo convinced her. It seemed at least something good came out of this day.

Momo sighed as she moved from her spot near the wall. She put her glass down on a nearby table as she looked for the bathroom to try and get a break. She was stopped by something touching her bare leg. She looked down in horror to see the man she least wanted to see. A tiny purple haired man with curls as big as tennis balls and he barely reached her thigh. He was wearing his usual purple and yellow striped suit as he tried to catch her attention.

She sighed openly as she regarded him. "Yes, Minoru-san?" She tried to politely say, but she knew she was failing in mustering up a smile.

"May I just say you look Dashing this evening miss Yaoyorozu". He rose his glass to her as he wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.

She groaned silently as she rolled her eyes. She was sure he had seen it but didn't care. "Not your usual style I admit, but beautiful none the less." She noticed his eyes roamed her body in a not very polite way. She shivered under his glare. She did all she could to muster up a smile. "Why, thank you Minoru-san, now if you'll excuse me." She walked past him as quickly as she could.
Every party it was the same thing, he would come up to her and ask her to dance, she would refuse politely at least 5 times until he found another victim. But this time she would not let him get to her, she only knew his name, but it was enough, she knew he wasn't important so she couldn't care less if she was a little rude. She didn't need to know anything about this creep other than that he was a pervert. She had seen him hit on and dance with women on every party, every time he drank he got touchier and touchier. She hated him. And Momo didn't hate a lot of people.

He was obviously drunk already so she had to get out of here quickly, so that's what she did. Until she felt a tug on her wrist. "Come on miss, don't be such a party pooper. I didn't even ask you yet."
He had grabbed her arm and pulled her down to his height with a small 'ack.' She knew she was currently giving him a full view of her cleavage which he hungrily took in. She was disgusted.
She tried to pull wrist back as she uttered a "No, Thank you." Between gritted teeth.

He didn't let go as he stared at her chest, almost drooling.
Momo had enough off it. Letting her self-defence classes kick in, she put a foot backwards, opened her palm to take his wrist, pushed it upwards and put her other hand on his chest. She then pushed him backwards with enough force that he had let go of her hand. Her now free arm got loose and the force made it go backwards. She had not heard the: "Mister, the Lady obviously doesn't-"in time until she felt her elbow impact into someone's stomach behind her. She looked around in horror just in time to see a man bend over with his hands on his stomach with an "Oof". Momo felt horrified, this party was turning out to be way worse than a disaster.

Shouto had noticed her.
Everyone had noticed her he was sure.
But he didn't believe it.

She was leaning against a wall boredly, rolling around the Champaign in her glass.
She was wearing his colours. HIS colours.
The colour book colours.
He realised he was openly staring, but he didn't care. He drank in the image. The dark red. The grey/brown, the white and even his bright blue. And to top it all, she made it look good. She owned those colours. Whereas he hated them.
Did she wear them on purpose? To catch his attention? Was she scheming something?
No. That couldn't be. She hadn't even glanced his way. She didn't glance any way at all. She looked like he thought before. Bored.

His eyes fell on her face. He admitted silently she was pretty cute. He noticed the blue ribbon in her raven hair and smiled at the detail. No, she was beautiful.

Startled by his own thinking he shook his head and tried to concentrate on the person in front of him.
A pretty little girl, with pink hair. He vaguely noticed her eyes where yellow and she was wearing a green/purple leopard print cocktail dress. She was talking about some acid type thing her father invented that could easily go through solid cement. But he only heard parts of the conversation. She didn't seem to mind his vague 'hmm' and 'yes' as she continued to babble happily. He let her.

His eyes fell on the coloured woman again. He had noticed she had short conversations with a few gentlemen but he had also noticed something different. Her smile never reached her eyes.
She was politely smiling sure, but he knew that smile anywhere. For he had practised it in front of the mirror enough to recognise it. This woman clearly didn't want to be here as much as he did.

Feeling a little annoyed about that thought he fought the sudden urge to change that. It was his father's fault this party happened, not his, so why did he feel guilty? He then noticed something else.
A real smile, if he didn't think she looked beautiful before, he definitely thought it now.
She was looking at something from afar and turned his head towards the direction. He noticed a man and a woman talking animatedly. He recognised the woman as she was the one she entered with. She was clearly happy for her friend.

Shouto turned back to where the coloured woman was standing only to notice she was gone.
A little panicked he looked around. Wait, why was he panicked? It's not like he was ever going to approach her or anything. He eyes fell on her again a few seconds later as she was talking to a small purple haired man.
He knew this man. Not 10 minutes earlier he had been trying to grab another woman's behind before someone slapped his hand away just in time. (Yes, he liked to overserve what was happening around him, so he saw that.) And now he was obviously trying with this raven haired beauty. For some reason this rubbed him the wrong way but it was none of his business. Right when he tried to turn back to his conversation he noticed the annoyance in her face. Getting annoyed in her stead he decided she was probably too polite to turn him down so he decided he would help. Not really thinking straight he excused himself from his talking companion and walked straight towards the coloured woman.

She tried to walk away but he saw the man took her wrist and pulled her down. With renewed energy he was now sure he was doing the right thing, as she was obviously not interested in his advances. He noticed she was trying to take her arm back but he wouldn't let go. Time for him to step in.

"Mister, the Lady obviously doesn't-"He tried to say but he was graced with an elbow to his stomach from none other than the lady herself. He doubled over with an "oof" as the impact was much stronger than he anticipated he only thought one thing. 'This woman didn't need his help.'
But he was none the less impressed about her ability all the same.

'OH MY GOD! I'm so sorry." He heard her say.
Not really daring to say much, in fear of his voice not being fully back he coughed a little, waving his hand as an 'just a minute'.

He felt a hand on his shoulder as she kneeled in front of him to be able to look into his face. "Are you all right? I'm so sorry. I didn't see you. I tried to get-…" She was obviously flustered but as soon as he looked up she fell silent. Their faces where but a few inches apart. In her eyes he saw surprise, Did she finally recognise him? Then it turned to concern. Realising this would turn awkward fast he cleared his throat and stood up straight. He held out his hand to her. "I'm all right, I think. That's quite an arm you got there."

Momo felt horrible. This wasn't supposed to happen. She only tried to get rid of the purple nuisance, not hurt anyone else. Especially when that person was obviously trying to help her.

'OH MY GOD! I'm so sorry!" she whispered to him.
She stepped closer to the man and extended her hand, not sure if she could touch him or not. She held her other to her mouth.

She saw him raise his hand. Hoping this meant 'it's okay' or 'just a minute' she waited for a bit.
Then deciding not to take any chances she put her hand on his shoulder and crouched in front of him. "Are you all right? I'm sorry. I didn't see you. I tried to get-" she started, but she was startled by him looking up at her.

He first thought was that she was an idiot. This man was gorgeous beyond belief. She took in his well-formed jaw and heterochromatic eyes. She noticed his scar on his left side of his face, but it charmed him somehow. She had just hit this man. This man that tried to help her and was totally her type. A real gentleman. Yes she was stupid. And staring! A little startled when he cleared his throat and stood up, she stayed crouched to process what had just happened.

She looked at his extended hand and then back to him. "I'm all right, I think. That's quite an arm you got there." Was that a chuckle?

She took his hand a little reluctantly, almost afraid to do something wrong again and let herself be pulled up. As soon as she opened her mouth to explain herself she was startled by another voice.

"Girl, you all right? What just happened?"
Jirou ran up to her and put her hand on her shoulder.

"Miss, that was quite a show you put on there. I'm sure he will feel that tomorrow." Denki chuckled as he pointed with his thumb behind him. Walking towards them as it was the most casual thing ever.

They all looked towards the purple haired man. He lay in the middle of the room, staring openly to the sky, his drink spilled all over him and the glass chattered around him. They watched as two waiters ran up to him. One cleaned up the pieces swiftly and the other pulled the short man up and guided him to the door.

"Oh, I see". Jirou suddenly chuckled, the man and Momo both turned to Jirou, who had taken out her cell phone and turned it to them. "Say cheese?" she asked.

"Cheese?" they both asked her, as Momo cocked her head and the coloured haired man simply rose his eyebrow.
A soft click startled them both and before they could process what happened Jirou pushed her phone towards them. "You guys are a match made in heaven!" she chuckled happily.

Momo looked at the photo. The first thing she noticed where the colours. There were a lot of them. But not as much as she thought there where. This was because both sides of the image had the exact same amount of them. His hair, her dress. His eyes, her accessories, his suit, her eyes and hair. They really did match. And her designing eye would have appreciated the unity of it a great deal. If not for a tiny detail that made her blush and turn to him with wide eyes. It seemed like he realised it at a same time and looked at her with that same surprised look on his face. They then looked down simultaneously.

They were still holding hands. He was holding them up to their waist and hers was resting neatly in his.

As if they touched fire, they quickly retreated their hands. He put his behind his back and she put her hand in the other in front of her. She knew she must be bright red at this point. But if she wasn't mistaken, she had also seen a blush on his face. But he was hiding it as he looked the other way. She must say he looked rather cute.

"Aww come on, that was adorable." Jirou chuckled.
"Now, now, Kyouka-san, you shouldn't tease them like that." The blonde boy patted the other man's shoulder. The man looked at him surprised by the touch. "But I must admit, was this planned?"

Momo shook her head wildly. "No! I mean" she sighed once to calm herself a little. "No, we've never met before, have we?" she turned to the two-toned haired man questioningly and he quietly shook his head. "I don't think we have."

"Well, any a time to meet someone new I guess." Denki chuckled as he pushed Jirou away from them. "Let's leave them to it, shall we?" He addressed Jirou as he gently urged her to the snacking table again.
Jirou nodded once but turned her head towards the man with squinted eyes. She then moved up her hand and put up the pointy and pinky finger. She turned them towards her eyes and then to him. She did this movement twice. Momo knew what it meant. 'I'm watching you.'
Seriously, this girl was too protective sometimes. But it warmed her heart to know she was looking out for her.

"That's quite a friend you have there." She heard the man say. Momo was still looking at Jirou, now arguing with Denki about something as they had reached the table again. She nodded silently with a smile. "Yeah, she's a gem."

"You've got a nice smile." His low voice melted her like chocolate on a fire. She felt her eyes widen and turned to him surprised.

"I'm sorry?" she asked him, not sure if she had dreamed that last part.

"Your smile." He repeated. "Your real smile, it's quite nice." He had said it in a soft voice, but with a straight, genuine face.

She felt herself blush. How can he say something so corny with a straight face! Not really sure how to answer to that she put one of her loose hairs behind her ear. "Thank you?" she tried.

Seemingly realising what he had said. He put his hand behind his head with an awkward blush.

She then remembered something and turned back to the man and took a step closer.
"That reminds me! Are you all right? Does it still hurt?"
The man got startled again with the sudden movement and took a step backwards.
He cleared his throat again with a cough to calm himself. "Yes, Yes I'm fine." He held up his hands to keep some distance.

Suddenly feeling awkward by the sudden closure in space she herself took a step back "I'm sorry again. I didn't see you were behind me. Had I known…?" She looked sideways with shame.

"No need to apologise, He was clearly out of bounds and to be frank, I'm happy to know you can defend yourself. More women should take those classes. "He smiled at her.

She felt a blush come up again. She wasn't sure she was seeing what she was seeing. He was smiling. Feeling like this was a rare treat she blurted "You should smile more often too" out. Had she seriously just said that? She put her hand on her mouth in shock and saw his eyes widen.

"I'm sorry?" he asked her. Having a feeling of deja-vu she shook her head. "N-No, nothing." she stammered.

"I- uh, I need to go now." She blurted and turned around, ready to leave.

"Please wait!" He reached for her hand again to stop her. "Can I at least know your name?"

She stopped as soon as she felt his hand again, letting the question sink in. Thinking quickly, she went over the things that had just conspired. The dress, the punch, the picture, the awkward compliments, the blushing. She had made a horrible impression. Saying her name now would only make things worse and probably shame her family. It was also best that she didn't knew his either. That way she didn't have to tell her mother to whom exactly she had made such a blunder to.

Jolting out of her musings she realised that probably quite some time had passed. She turned around towards him and put a finger to her lips. "Let's keep a secret." She winked, trying to keep it playful. "I won't tell you my name as I don't need to know yours, All right?"

He looked at her a little startled. But then smiled a little mischievous and bended over a little in a bow. She realised he was still holding her hand and felt her eyes widen as he pulled her hand towards his lips. He gently kissed the top of her knuckles and smiled to her. "All right, miss mysterious. A gentleman never kisses and tells."

Okay, time to go Momo. She told herself. As she quickly took back her hand he subtly let go off and practically ran out of the room to hide her unmistakable blush.

Today was a day to remember. And remember it she would. Not only because her mother found out about the dress fiasco, but also because she had begged Jirou to send her a copy of the picture and she now saved it as a screen saver.

Shouto watched her leave with a chuckle. He had seen her blush as soon as the words had left his mouth. Not knowing what came over him and put his hand through his hair with a sigh. He then put it against his face knowing he was also hiding a blush of his own.

He knew why she didn't want to say her name. He actually figured it would have been better not to know, as his father would also want to know what had conspired here. But he still couldn't help wanting to know it himself. She had made quite an impression on him, and not only because of the dress, or the elbow. Good thing he had quite a few lessons in kickboxing himself or that punch would have done a lot more damage.

He figured it was time to leave the party as well. It was getting quite late and frankly, he figured the most interesting person had already left.

As he sat in a car that brought him home as he went over the things that happened. He looked at his hand that had touched hers twice now. He then brought it to his mouth and leaned on it with his chin while his elbow rested on the window sill. He watched the wet drops fall down the window as he drank in the perfume of the mysterious girl that lingered on his hand. He wasn't a perfume guy. But this tropical mix of coconut and something else would go great with his after shave. Thinking perhaps the next party, he would take out the bottle and use it. For research purposes off course.

He chuckled as he remembered Midoria's words. Yes, He did find someone that matched him perfectly quite literally.

Hello Everyone!
I should not do this.. But it got stuck... So I HAD to write it out.
I'm totally in love with this show. And the Characters. But I do not own any of them!
I'm really open about the ships anything goes really, But I guess Todomomo tips my cake!

Hope you enjoy my newest fic!