A/N: And now here is the second part of this two-shot, featuring my favorite My Hero Academia power couple - Todomomo. Hope you enjoy. :)
"Shoto," Momo Yaoyorozu says, glancing sideways at her boyfriend as soon as Aizawa dismisses the class. "Why did you keep smiling at me during class?"
"Was I smiling?"
"…Yes. That is what I just said."
"Oh. No reason." An obvious deflection.
"Shoto…is everything ok? You're acting strangely."
"Am I?"
"Shoto."
"Sorry." He chuckles as he stands, pulling his bag over his shoulder. "Everything is fine. I promise. I have something to do during lunch, so I'll see you later, ok?" He punctuates his news with a kiss on her cheek.
"Oh," she says, unable to help the disappointed drop in her voice. "Alright. I'll see you later."
She can't stop the frown that forms on her face as she watches him walk away. He kind of blew her off the other day, too, and then she found out that Ojiro and Toru saw him at the mall. What is going on with him?
"Everything ok, Yaomomo?" asks Kyoka, walking up to the girl as she is deep in thought.
"Shoto's been acting a little weird lately…" she says quietly. "But it's probably nothing." She doesn't want her friends to assume she's having any significant problems with her relationship. She doesn't even know if there are problems she should be worried about quite yet.
"Of course!" Mina agrees. "Don't worry about it, girl. Todoroki's just a weird guy."
"Mina!" Momo chides.
"She's kind of right, Yaomomo," Kyoka says. "And I wouldn't worry. It's probably nothing."
"Yeah. I guess so," Momo says, following the girls out of the classroom.
The rest of the day passes by slowly for Momo. Her eyes keep darting to Shoto during their afternoon classes, only to find him quickly looking away if he notices her gaze on him.
By the time Momo reaches the Heights Alliance dormitory that afternoon, she is quite irritated with Shoto. She knows that something is up, but he wouldn't give a straight answer to any of her questions during their afternoon classes. She finally felt so miffed at him that she left their final class before he could catch up to walk back together. She knows he isn't exactly the savviest boyfriend, but she expects more than this from him.
As she walks into the building, she feels a buzzing in her pocket. Having an inkling of what it is, she pulls out her phone, jutting out her lip angrily at it.
As she suspects, it is a text from him:
[Momo, I know you're annoyed with me and I'm sorry. Please trust me. I promise I'll make it worth your while.]
Momo grimaces at the message.
That is a little…cryptic. What does he mean when he says he'll make it worth her while? Does that mean that something is going on that he has to make up for?
Momo feels her frustration escalating as she pokes the button for the fifth floor in the elevator with more force than necessary. She looks down at her phone during the ride, wondering if she should bother replying.
By the time the elevator reaches her floor, she decides that she'll wait. She doesn't want to text something that she will regret out of anger, even if he might deserve it.
When Momo opens the door to her room, she forgets all about her anger at Shoto for a moment because she takes note of something laying on her bed that she knows was not there when she left that morning.
Panic sets in as she approaches it. Did someone come into my room today? How did they get in?
When she gets close enough, she sees that it is a red dress. And a nice one at that. Momo wonders who would possibly break into her room to leave her a dress when a small slip of paper catches her eye:
'Meet me downstairs at 7pm. Wear this, please.'
With a sigh of relief, Momo recognizes the handwriting as Shoto's (at least she knows a stranger likely wasn't in her room, then). But what is going on? He never does anything so…mysterious like this.
Is this why he was at the mall?
Her anger largely abates as she realizes that whatever he has been doing seems to be part of some kind of a surprise for her. Her conclusion makes sense given his text message. She wishes that he hadn't behaved so mysteriously and made her worried, but mostly she feels bad for doubting him.
Remembering his text, she decides to message him back:
[You nearly gave me a heart attack.]
[I trust you. It better be worth my while.]
[Thanks, Momo. I won't let you down.]
[Can't wait to see you tonight.]
Momo feels a rush of affection for Shoto as she pictures him looking relieved at receiving her messages.
[Same here. Can't wait.]
[You're a good boyfriend.]
[Feel free to hold out final judgment on that until later.]
[ ;) ]
Momo laughs out loud when she receives his messages. This has to be the first emoji he has ever sent her—a momentous occasion, indeed.
Seven o'clock cannot get here fast enough, she thinks as her eyes wander over to her closet to analyze which shoes will look best with the dress.
"Why are you all dressed up, Scarface?"
Shoto Todoroki takes the free cushion next to Bakugo in the common area. "I'm taking Momo out dancing tonight."
"You're fucking kidding?"
"No. I am not fucking kidding."
"Hm." After a pause, Bakugo says, "Hope you don't screw it up."
Shoto turns toward his companion, his lips quirking up slightly. "Are you actually trying to wish me well, Bakugo? I'm touched."
"Shut up. Ponytail's alright and I don't want you to show her a shit time, you ass wipe."
"Stop. You're going to make me cry."
"Tch. Your sarcasm needs work."
"Thanks for the tip."
"Can you shut your damn mouth, you sassy bitch? I'm trying to watch my show."
"I didn't realize that the baking aptitude of children was so captivating to you, Bakugo."
"Baking is not as easy as you—HEY! ICY HOT! YOU WIPE THAT FUCKING SMIRK OFF YOUR—"
But the ding of the elevator sounds and Shoto doesn't take in what Bakugo is screaming anymore. His head swivels in the direction of the elevator that leads to the girls' dorm rooms. A few seconds later, his hope is realized when Momo steps around the corner.
His jaw drops as he takes her in: The dress fits her curves fantastically as Ashido said it would when she helped him pick it out, the color contrasts elegantly with her ivory skin like Jiro promised, and Momo's face is positively glowing from the smile she sends his way.
She is so beautiful that he feels a warmth spreading from his heart to every other point in his body. So warm…
"FUCKING IDIOT! GET AWAY FROM ME! YOUR DAMN FACE IS ON FIRE!"
Suddenly Shoto is shoved off the couch and onto the floor. Fortunately, he extinguishes his flames quickly when he realizes what happened.
"You can't keep doing this just because you've got a hot girlfriend, dumbass," growls Bakugo. "Get it together before you burn the whole place down."
"Was that a compliment, Bakugo? Thanks."
"You're welcome. By the way, you should really kick his ass and find someone better if this idiot doesn't shape up. And close your mouth, Icy Hot. You look like a fucking fish."
"Are you hitting on my girlfriend, Bakugo? In front of me?" Shoto hisses, standing to tower over the blond.
"No, just giving her some sincere advice. Here's some for you: Man the fuck up so you can actually deserve Ponytail. Also, get the hell out of my way. They're about to start judging."
Shoto narrows his eyes. "You can't just call my girlfriend hot."
"I think I just did," Bakugo drawls, looking bored as ever in the face of Shoto's threatening glare. He lifts his chin to meet Shoto's eyes and smirks. "Are you going to do something about it or try to make up for the fact that I complimented her before you did?"
Shit.
Forgetting all about Bakugo, Shoto jumps and rushes toward Momo, who is giggling at the boys' exchange.
"You are…so gorgeous," he says, taking her hands. "And I'm sorry that Bakugo objectified you. 'Hot' doesn't do you justice."
"Thank you, Shoto. You look very handsome yourself."
"I try."
"So, are you going to tell me what all of this is about? This isn't like you, so I was pretty worried."
"Sorry about that… The thing is—I was thinking we could do dinner and dancing tonight," he says, blushing.
Momo's eyes gleam brightly. "We're going dancing? Really?"
"Yeah. I thought I would try being a little more…spontaneous."
"I'm so excited!" she cries, throwing her arms around his neck and embracing him. "What a fantastic surprise!"
"I'm glad." He grins and then plants a chaste kiss on her lips.
"Shoto!" Momo's face reddens. "You never kiss me like that in public. Bakugo is right there."
"I don't care. I can't help it. You look so pretty when you smile like that."
"You two are gonna make me sick. Get the hell out of here, already."
"Actually, we should. You ready?" Shoto asks, holding his arm out to her.
"Absolutely!" she replies, looping her arm around his.
"Hey, dumbass," Bakugo calls right before they reach the doors. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Shoto turns and pins a blank look at the blond, who rolls his eyes. "The fridge."
"Oh. Yeah," Shoto mutters, remembering that Bakugo was around when he put it in there earlier. "Be right back," he says to Momo before dropping her arm.
"What's in the fridge?" she asks as he walks over to the kitchen area.
"I—uh—I got you something," Shoto replies, scratching his face absentmindedly. "I don't know if you'll like it or even if it's the convention for a casual outing like this, but I thought…I would try…" He rummages through the fridge and pulls out a plastic package.
"A corsage?" Momo asks, when she sees it.
"Yeah." He nods. "Is this…good?"
"Shoto," she says, tilting her head at him as he walks back to her. "Of course. You're so sweet to think of it." She admires the corsage after he puts it on her wrist and then leans over to kiss his cheek. "It's beautiful. I love it."
"Ok, get out. I'm about to hurl."
"Goodnight, Bakugo. Enjoy your baking show!" Momo calls behind them as she walks out the door Shoto holds open for her.
A/N: Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed it.
