Shouto learns about perfume and its consequences and Momo has a wardrobe problem.

Here you go guys, 15 pages of fluff ready for you. I think I broke a new record.

A second try

Here he was, standing in front of the mirror, again.
Was he going to make a habit out of it?

He looked at his right hand, in which he was holding his phone. It had a few messages from his friends.
He should have never told them about the encounter 3 months ago he had at the party.

He should have never told them about the raven haired mysterious beauty he tried to help, let alone that she didn't even need his help any more than he would.

He should DEFINITELY have never told them about the perfume she had, and that he was curious about how it would mix with the one he had. He tried to hide it, that as a chemist, it was only natural curiosity. But as much as he tried to hide it, his friends as much as himself, knew it was a bad lie.

And most of all. He shouldn't have EVER told them he was anxious to meet her again and if she would even be there, let alone look for him as much as he would look for her.

Yet he did.
He scrolled though the chat he had with his two best friends and stopped near the ending to read the last messages:

Deku:

- - Just put it on Shouto, even if she isn't wearing the same perfume as before. Women love that stuff.

Ingenium:

- - Midoriya-kun is right. Remember last time you used that bottle?

Shouto sighed and looked at his other hand in which he was holding that said bottle.

He got the bottle from his sister as a present. She said he needed to man up and get himself a girl already, so she got him the most expensive bottle she could find. He had heard of the label and he couldn't say he didn't like the way it smelled. But so far he had only worn it twice. And both times where a disaster.
Once was on the day itself, because his sister insisted on putting it on as soon as he unwrapped the Christmas present.
He had stared at the bottle of Armani uninterested and with an eyebrow raised, before she took it out of his hand and sprayed a generous amount around his neck before he could even realise what had happened.

As it was a company party, he swore women had actually shown interest in him way more than usual.
He tried to wash of the smell but it lingered for 3 days after that. Each day his fellow (female) employees asked him what he what he was wearing, that she should wear it more often and how come he changed his hair (which he didn't) or how nice his tie looked (which was a regular grey colour).

It made him feel uncomfortable and was happy when everything turned to normal and people ignored him again.

The second time he wore it was when it was his mothers' birthday.
This time he only sprayed on a small amount of it on, so he wouldn't have the trouble afterwards at work.
But as soon as he entered the hospital and walked to the reception. He tried to ignore the people staring after him. He convinced himself it was the usual scar staring, or the huge pack of flowers he was carrying as a gift.

Even his mom chuckled when he entered and asked if he had a date afterwards. She said he looked more and more like a man and wondered when he would bring in the girl with him.
This embarrassed him greatly and he swore to never open that bottle again.

Until now.

Shouto:

- - Yes, I know. But what If she isn't there. Things could get… weird.

He knew his friends and that they would understand what they meant.
As soon as he had typed his message he saw the usual 3 dots appearing, that where indicating someone was typing. Both messages appeared almost instantly.

Deku:

- - Don't sweat it. From what I heard she will definitely be here.

Ingenium:

- - You worry as much as I do. The only thing to do is try and find out.

Deku:

- - There*

- - What Ida-san said. Knowing you you'll regret it afterwards.

Shouto bit his lip and stared at himself again in his reflection.

He had taken out the best suit he had, which was dark blue. He had a dark red shirt on with thin stripes on it, with a grey/silver tie and matching shoes.
He cocked his head sideways once and concluded this was the best he was going to get.
He put down the bottle and typed a single message into his cell phone.

Shouto:

- - It's not worth the trouble. But thanks you guys.

He then slit his phone in his back pocket and straightened up. He took his collar of his vest and pulled it once.
He breathed in once and then breathed out slowly. He could do this. What could go wrong?

He smiled at himself to practice his usual polite smile and walked self-confidently towards the door.
It closed with a soft thud behind him.
You could hear his phone ping behind the closed door, a bit of a muffled sound and a curse.

Suddenly the door opened. He sped inside, took the bottle from the shelf once more and left the room with the bottle in hand. He was still holding his phone in the other.

Deku:

- - Kacchan says you're a wuss.

"You're going to kill the guy!"

"You're overreacting…"

"I AM NOT, YOU'RE NOT GOING LIKE THAT AND THAT'S FINAL!"

Momo sighed onto her laptop. She was currently skyping with her best friend who was abroad. She wanted to show her the outfit her mom made her wear for the party this evening.

"I don't have a choice Ji-, my mom said I had to wear this one, because I rebelled at my last dress…"

"I don't care Yaomomo! I can't let you go like that in good conscience." Jiro had crossed her arms and looked at her friend with a stern face.

"What's with all that yelling, you all right Jiro?" A voice on the other side of the screen sounded concerned.

"No! Don't enter. This scene is off limits to innocent eyes!" Jiro had turned sideways and rose her arm in a protective way, her other was obviously turned towards the screen in hopes of constructing the view from her concerned boyfriend.

"After last night, you can hardly call us innocent, can you?" the boy grinned as he came into view of the camera.

"Hello Denki" Momo chuckled.

Kaminari's head whipped sideways with a startled look. "Yaomomo! Sorry… I didn't know you where skyp- "

The man fell silent and stared at the screen with wide eyes.

Jiro face palmed.

Momo bit her lip.

"You…. its a little overkill, don't you think?" He suddenly crossed his arms pensively and rose an eyebrow.

"That's what I keep telling her." Jiro suddenly stood up and turned Denki around. "Now please leave us to it, so I can sort this mess out." She not so generously pushed him out of the door. Denki quickly got in a "later Yaomomo!" before the door smashed in his face.

Momo chuckled again but got serious once Jiro sat behind the screen.

"Talk." Was the only thing she said as she crossed her arms, again.

Momo sighed and explained how her mother found out about the dress and that even though it was an (unintentional) success. She was still angry about how she tried to rebel out of the promised she made.
So she had to make a new promise. She could only wear a Yaoyozuru original that was the most recent one.

Little did she know it would take 3 months before the next party, and the only outfit's that were made in that time where a lingerie line. So now she was stuck with a dress that looked more like it belonged in the bedroom than in a ballroom.

When she tried to explain that to her mom, however she only said: "At least this time you'll actually come home with someone." And no more comment added to that.

Momo started to pace around the room as she talked. She stopped in front of the ceiling high mirror in her living room and took in the view.
She was wearing a dark red leather dress that went all the way down to her heels. It had a beige striped belt in the middle that was a bit tilted.
The split on her side reached until her thigh, and the split in the front. Well… that one reached her navel. Her shoes where the same red colour and were ankle boots.

She felt really uncomfortable in the whole outfit. But it was the best one she had from the whole pile. Or at least the only one "decent" enough.

Jiro stared at her lost in thought. She had her hand on her chin the whole story and sighed once she was done. She then moved her hand to her temple and pressed it.

Momo sat back behind the laptop and bit her lip again.

"At least it looks good on you, but it's seriously way to open. Did she say something about editing it?"

Momo shook her head. "No, but if I change it too much she's going to notice, and I don't know what she will do if I screw it up again."

"So we need to change it enough that it's still a Yaoyorozu, but we need to make it more tasteful."

Momo though about that. "I could make it look like a corset. But lace it in front. It will still be open, but at least everything will be stuck."

Jiro nodded. "You think you can manage that?"

Mono nodded as well. "If it's a light colour, like the beige, it will still look natural. But even if I start now, I'll be late to the party."

"Better late than naked." Jiro simply shrugged. "Either way. He'll definitely notice you."

"I don't know who you're talking about." Momo blushed a little as she disappeared from the screen to change into something more comfortable.

"Like you don't." Jiro chuckled.

"You think he'll be there?" Momo appeared again on the desk, paired with her sewing box and the leather outfit. She got to work immediately.

"I'm sure he will be. His eyes were glued to you almost the whole evening. I saw him look at you even before he turned all heroic."

"That was because of the colours". Momo blushed a little.

"Perhaps." Jiro nodded. "But you have to say. You guys looked amazing together. Make sure you get his name this time."

Yaomomo sighed. "I'm not sure I want to give it to him in this outfit." She held up the fabric and got to work again.

Jiro chuckled. "I'm sure he won't mind as much as you do."

Momo let her head fall onto the desk with and "urgh".

This made Jiro laugh a little.

"You will message me as soon as you see him, all right?" Jiro turned serious again.

"Sure. As soon as I can." Yaomomo turned towards the screen with a smile.

"Good. It'll make me feel better about the outfit if I know Mr. Heroic is there."

"You really trust him don't you?" Momo felt herself relax.

"Any man that helps against Grape juice is a good man in my book." Jiro made a fist in the air.

"Speaking of great men." It was Momo's turn to grin. "How about you tell me about last night?"

Jiro turned bright red first. But then grinned and turned to an excited whisper as she told her tale to her stressed out friend.

Shouto looked around the room for the fifth time. He wasn't really talking to anyone, he was only lingering around a stand up table and fingered his Champaign glass.
The party was in full swing and even if the guests where still coming in, he didn't peg her for the being late kind of girl.

He felt himself get a little disappointed when he lowered his eyes towards his glass again and let out a silent sigh. Why did he even think she would show up? Why did he even go through the trouble of putting on the perfume in the first place?

A ping made him reach towards his pocket and he slowly took out his phone to scroll through the messages again.

Deku:

- - Did she arrive yet?

Ingenium:

- - Did you really think he would be on his phone if she did?

- - Look, he saw this message.

Deku:

- - Do you think she'll be coming? Isn't it late yet? Man I wish I could be there...

Ingenium:

- - It's a closed off party Midoria-kun. Only the highest of ranks where invited.

The conversation made him smile a little. At least he had his friends to talk to this time. Long live social media.

Shouto:

- - No not yet. I don't think she'll come.

Deku:

- - Sorry man. Maybe she wasn't invited?

Ingenium:

- - Or a previous engagement?

Deku:

- - She could just be late? Are you going to wait?

Shouto:

- - It would be rude to leave now… It's only been an hour and a half.

Ingenium:

- - He would insult the host.

Shouto:

- - I'll keep you guys posted.

Shouto put away the phone again and decided to look around once last time before deciding to go socialise. After all this was what his father expected of him. But he barely had time to put away his phone because a rather loud voice made him freeze on everything he was doing.

"TODOROKI-KUN!"

A shiver went through his whole body and he swore the temperature in the room dropped 10 degrees. He turned around just in time to catch the woman who quite literally threw herself into his arms.

"Toga-san." He pried her arms from around his waist to try and get her off him. "Always a pleasure." He tried to smile politely as he took in the girl in front of him. She was wearing her blonde hair in 2 side buns on either side of her head. She was wearing a short beige dress that let out her legs in the hope of making her seem a little taller, for she was quite petite for her age. The dress was adjourned with quite a lot of jewels of which he was sure where probably very expensive.

"You never called!" She huffed as she finally stood up straight and put her hands in her sides.

Shouto didn't know what to say. He'd never been good with social contact, let alone women.
The only reason he knew this girl because his father made him go on arranged marriage dates. Two to be exact. One with a small green haired girl, she was kind and it was a pleasant conversation. But she was honest and told him she had actually only agreed to this to ease her mother's worries and nagging. She actually already had a boyfriend but she was too shy to tell her family yet.

Shouto completely understood and they had a politely fun time chatting about the rich families they knew and their gossips.

The second one was none other than the lady in front of him. Himiko Toga. Daughter of a rich hospital chain director (not the one his mother went to, luckily) but he had a vague suspicion she also had ties to the mafia. Not something you spoke of in the open but still it was pretty obvious for anyone who dared to look closer.

This however was not the reason he dreaded meeting her again, or in his defence, never 'called.'

The first reason was she was very clingy. He noticed this when she constantly tried to touch him in any way she could during the 'date'.

The second reason was that she was very loud and demanding. Everyone had to hear and agree to what she was saying at all times. This annoyed him greatly because he on the other hand liked the quietness and the anonymity. Something she was very good at ruining apparently, if you could tell by the whispers now going around at the party.

The third reason is because he quite plainly told his father that he was not in the least interested in this girl. And even his father sighed openly at this. His father rarely showed any type of interest in his relationships or tastes. But he clearly expressed that it was a shame. For he didn't like to anger her father.
This concluded in the last reason he didn't like this woman. She was obviously a daddy's girl who hated to be wronged.

He breathed in and out once to brace himself for interaction with this lady.

"I do apologise, but I've been quite busy lately." He tried to smile, hoping she fell for it.

"Oh lighten up." She took his arm in hers and leaned against him. "I was only teasing. I know you would have a perfectly good reason to- "She stopped herself and looked at him from top to bottom.

He swallowed openly and cursed himself for the one thing he had actually looking forward to today. He should never listen to his friends.

"You smell good. Is that a new perfume?"

Before he got to answer her question she continued to babble happily. "You probably knew I was coming and did something like this to impress me." She winked at him.

"Silly Shouto, can I call you Shouto? Shouto, you know you don't need to try so hard for me. I was charmed from the moment we first met, you know this…-"

Shouto stared at her with open surprise. He knew women seemed to like this smell, but now he was sure of it. He would toss the bottle out of the window as soon as he could. This was turning out to be the worst night of his life.

He sighed openly as he let the girl ramble, too tired to even shake her off his arm. He looked around in hopes of seeing the Raven haired girl again, but noticed a crowd had formed around him and Toga. He looked around the crowd and felt all hope of ever finding her again fade into the distance. They were all openly staring at them and whispering his name. There was no way he could ever look past these people whom now seemed interested in everything he did now that it was finally out whom he was.

Momo breathed in and out once before she stepped out of the car that drove her to the entrance.

She had never raced so hard to finish an outfit before but she was proud of what she had done.
It was still pretty sexy compared to what she usually wore. But she was confident it was at least more tasteful then before and actually quite suiting for a party. She wasn't sure if she did or didn't want to run into the Mystery man in this outfit yet. But at least she made it before it got too late to enter with style.

Taking a beige shawl with her to cover her shoulders and cleavage a little she let it hang around her arms and entered the building.

The first thing she noticed about the party is when she entered, all of the women where huddling on one side of the room. She rose an eyebrow but shrugged it off and waited near the entrance before a waiter offered her a glass of Champaign. She took it with a polite thank you and made her way across the room towards an empty stand. She put down the glass after taking a sip and looked around.

Feeling a little glad all of the women were gone, she took her time to take in her surroundings and search for a certain familiar face.

Her smile faltered quickly however, when she failed to notice the white and red streaks in any of the remaining male men. Her attention diverted towards the side of the room where everyone seemed to animatedly talk to each other about something that was happening over there.

Feeling a little curious she leaned in a little to hear the conversation next to her. A blonde man with obvious fake eyelashes was talking to a girl she almost didn't see at first. Boy did she blend into the room.

"Yeah, I heard Todoroki-san has finally graced himself with his presence." The man told the woman. He seemed rather proud of that fact.
"Really? I wondered when he would show up. Did you know this is his second party?"

Momo suddenly lost interest in the conversation and sighed openly.
Off course this was about THE great Todoroki son that everyone seemed to want to suddenly befriend. Feeling a little let down she wondered if she should have just declined the invitation. Knowing her luck a run in with a person of this importance could only lead to disaster.

Perhaps Mr Mysterious wasn't even invited to the party, after all she didn't know his status or anything else about the man. Lost in thought she drained her glass absent mindedly and at an alarming rate. She suddenly noticed when it was empty that being so rushed about the costume, she hadn't done to the bathroom for over 7 hours. And draining a glass this fast was obviously not doing her well.

She left her stand rather abruptly to search for the bathroom, making a mental note to next time search for the bathroom sign before she drained glasses like a drunk.

Finally finding the room she quickly went inside.

After washing her hands she stared at herself in the mirror to see if everything was still in place she sighed at her image. She didn't look forward to going inside again for she dreaded a run in with the most famous and dangerous man before she was decent, but she could hardly leave the party when she only entered.

Not to mention she had no indication at all that the man she was looking for was even present at the party. Luckily everyone seemed preoccupied about the Todoroki boy enough so her dress didn't stand out to much.

Totally lost in thought she left the bathroom. She opened the door to the inside and stepped out without actually paying attention to her surroundings. Had she though, she would have noticed a man running straight at her as he had just turned his head to see if he was still being followed.

The collision wasn't pretty. Luckily both had great reflexes as he had grabbed her side to keep her from falling down right after she hit against his chest and she had the time to grab on to his shirt with one hand to keep herself upright. He pulled her up a little harder than she expected as she fell against his chest with her eyes closed and her nails digging into his shirt. He closed his remaining hand around hers to keep her steady.

She noticed two things.

The first one was how broad and muscled this man was as she leaned against him.

The second was how good he smelled. She recognised the smell as Armani. Because she had one that fitted very well with this one. For some reason, she felt lucky that today she was wearing this.

She slowly opened her eyes and looked up bewildered as to whom was hugging her so tightly.
She felt a blush come up and a stifled a gasp as she stared into the heterochromatic eyes she had been looking for earlier this evening. He smiled down at her gently, seemingly relieved.

"I- We- You-." She stammered. Great Momo, way to express yourself.

"I'm so sorry, Are you all right?" He suddenly asked her. But strangely enough, he didn't let go. Not that she wanted him to.

"Yes I-…" She started. She slowly let go of his vest and noticed he was holding her hand. She used her other hand to put it against his chest and gave him a polite push to make some room between them. He quickly let go of her, as if he only noticed the proximity just now.

She put a loose strain of hair of her ponytail behind her ear as she took a step back. "We have to stop meeting like this."

A chuckle escaped the man as he opened his mouth to say something.

"-OTO!?"

The yell startled both of them as they both looked towards to origin of the sound, which appeared to be behind him.

A small curse escaped the man and she shifted her gaze towards him again. She noticed he was frowning.

"Shouto?! Where are you?!"

Shouto? Was that his name? There seemed to be no concern in the voice, only slight annoyance but before she could analyse what was really going on. She felt him grab her hand and uttered a single word.

"Run"

He ran past her and before she processed what had happened he had pulled after him. They sped down the corridor and up the stairs of the huge building. The mansion they were currently in was huge and seemed to function as a hotel of some kind, for from what should could tell by the blur of the doors, they seemed to be numbered.

He suddenly stopped near once of them and opened it quickly. He walked inside and she followed swiftly. The room was dark so she couldn't really tell what was in it yet, because he closed the door as quickly as it had opened and pressed her and himself against the door.

They were both breathing heavily and she vaguely noticed him pressing her against the door. She tried to look around but only the moon seemed to illuminate the room. She therefor turned towards the man in question. "What was-?"

He suddenly put a hand in front of her mouth and put his finger with his other hand against his lips in a hushing gesture. She fell quiet as she tried her best not to blush by his close proximity and his warm hand against her lips. She simply nodded and listened. She suddenly heard footsteps faintly in the beginning of the hall. "Search the rooms, he couldn't have gotten far!" It was the same voice she had heard before.

She looked down at the doorknob which was right next to her hand. She lifted her hand and twisted the key slowly into the lock, giving them a soft 'click' of satisfaction. A few seconds later she felt someone rattle the door and then continue on. She then looked up and noticed he was smiling at her. Gratitude clearly showing on his face.

Time seemed to pass slowly, and what had seemed like an eternity, she finally noticed something important. She had been holding her breath from the moment he put his hand on her lips.

This, paired with the run they had just done, meant she was out of breath to begin with, which brought her to her next dilemma. She needed to breathe. She tried to grab his attention and put her hand around his arm but he seemed oblivious to her problem and simply continued to stare at the door as if he could see through it.

She tried to breathe through her nose, but his hand was rather large, as he was a man, making the task harder and she was panicking a little. Deprived of air and not thinking straight, she did the only thing she could think of to try and grab his attention. So she closed her eyes and-

Shouto didn't expect to run into her quite like that.
He didn't expect to run into her at all. Not that he had much time to process what had happened. For at the moment he was too focussed on keeping silent and staying hidden. He strained his ears to listen what was happening in the hallway. After what seemed like an eternity, he figured they had passed far enough to be safe.

He sighed in relieve and turned to the girl he had so graciously pinned against the door: "Okay, They seem to have pas-"But he felt something unexpected.

His eyes widened and retracted his hand immediately. He stared at her wide eyed and noticed she breathed in rather loudly.

"Did you just-?!" He started and then stared to his hand, not sure if to be disgusted or to be blushing. "You licked my hand!" He stated.

"I'm Sorry! But I needed air! "She looked at him with big eyes, he wasn't sure if it was amusement or guilt or a mixture of both. But the glare alone made his heart skip a beat.

She suddenly reached for something near her thigh, he followed the movement which caused him to finally notice what she was wearing.

What was she wearing? He had never, ever seen a dress like that before. But she looked good in it. Very good even. As he drank in the image, he suddenly felt guilty about staring to much… and a little protective. Wasn't she cold? Why would she wear a cleavage like that? Was it another fashion statement? Perhaps his eyes were playing tricks on him, it was dark after all.

As his mind was currently occupied he almost missed the fact that she had taken his hand once again until he felt a cool liquid into his palm.

"Here, it's disinfectant." She explained, as she massaged the liquid onto his hand.

Too flabberghasted about everything what was happening he let her. The gesture was soothing and he felt himself relax. She suddenly stopped and handed him a napkin of sorts. It was the same blue colour as her ponytail ribbon had been in her last dress, was it her favourite colour? "You can use this to wipe it off if you like."

She took a step back and he suddenly wondered where she got all of that material. After all, she wasn't wearing much. And the dress was pretty tight around her body, so not much hiding places. Could she make stuff appear? Feeling his mind wander to somewhere he shouldn't he shook his head and took the napkin. "Thanks?"

She cleared her throat and clicked on the light. "So." She started as she walked around the room. She placed herself on the foot end of the double bed that seemed to fill the room. "Shouto, huh?" She looked at him with an eyebrow raised.

Great, Thanks Toga. Not the way he wanted her to find out his name. He looked down at the napkin he was holding and noticed something on it. He held closer to his eyes and noticed the letters Y and M in nice embroidery.

"You have me at a disadvantage." He smiled and held up the napkin. "All I have is Y and M?"

She looked startled and then bit her lip looking towards the window. He couldn't help but think she looked cute just now.

"Yaomomo" She answered him, but her voice was so soft he almost didn't catch it.

He blinked twice and then smiled. "I didn't expect you to tell me so easily." He joined her on the bed, but left a respectable distance between them.

"It's only fair, it's a nickname though." She explained as she looked back at him.

He only nodded.

"So, Do I get to call the police on you? Or on them?" She gestured the door with her head and a smile.

He sighed. "Right, that." Time to explain.

"As you probably noticed, she's not an ordinary woman." He started, and Yaomomo nodded, she put her hands near her sides as she leaned back a little leisurely. He looked away. Didn't she know her outfit made it hard to focus? He tried to look at her face but figured it was easier to just look in front of him. He leaned with his elbows on his legs and put both his hands together as he explained how he met her on an arranged marriage date and how she had been very clingy towards him. "And when we met again today, she kind of quite literally put her hand on my behind."

He heard her gasp and turned to her surprised. He felt his heart warm up a bit, he kind of expected her to laugh at him, but she seemed to take him quite seriously. This made him feel at ease.

"That's sexual assault!" She seemed a little angry.

He smiled sadly. "Try and explain that to other people." He shrugged.

She crossed her arms and nodded. Her silence urged him to continue.

"So when I told her, no as politely as I could. She wouldn't take it." He sighed and closed his eyes.

She stared at him wide eyed. "I would have just slapped her."

He chuckled at the thought. "That would have been nice, but sadly I cannot do that." He put his fingers against each other and stared at them. "Our fathers are business partners you see, and I can't really insult her."

She opened her mouth to protest. But seemed to think twice about it and simply nodded.

"So I did the next best thing, and the only not very manly thing I could." He smiled at her awkwardly.

She nodded sympathetically. "You ran?"

He let his head hang. "I ran."

"Into me." She chuckled.

The sound made his stomach jump and he looked up at her. She had her hand to her mouth as she giggled into her fist.

"Yes, into you." He smiled too. "You had startled me, so I wasn't really thinking straight. Sorry for dragging you with me."

She smiled at him. "It's all right, I got your name out of it."

He lifted his eyebrow, did she want to know his name? Was she possibly also wondering about him? "Well I got yours too, so it's a win-win." He grinned.

She seemed startled and cleared her throat. He watched her as she stood up and walked towards the window. She opened it and stared outside. "I'd actually like to thank you for getting me out of there." She sighed.

He felt his stomach drop. "You didn't want to come?" He joined her near the window.

She looked down towards the dome below, it was bright and lit and you could see the people below talking and dancing. Soft music reached their ears.

Her face twisted into a grin, but it was more like an annoyed one. "It's not that." He noticed her shiver a little. He swiftly took of his jacket and draped it over her shoulders.

She held one side of it surprised and looked at him. He simply shrugged and smiled. She smiled back and gave him a soft thanks as they both looked at the dome again.

"It's my mother." She just stared in front of her. "As you probably already noticed, my dress style isn't that.. Normal." She let a wry smile grace her features.

He wanted to say something but decided against it. He simply nodded.

"When we first met, I was rebelling against my mother for forcing me to come to these parties." She continued. "But she found out and made me wear this. I'm a little scared to go back in there."

He nodded again. "For people like that purple haired man."

She looked at him surprised. "You're quick to catch on, it's my own fault really. I shouldn't have rebelled in the first place."

He simply nodded once more, to let her know he understood.
They feel into a comfortable silence as they stared at the dome.

"You know what I hate about these parties the most?" She was still looking at the dome. He turned to look at her, waiting for her to continue.

"The politics involved. " He rose an eyebrow and she looked at him before she continued.

She then gestured her hand towards the dome. "Like, you're supposed to know all of the faces involved, so you don't make a fool out of yourself against the wrong person."

Before he could answer however, she continued. He felt the frustration in her voice so he let her.

"There's this guy, I have a business meeting with him next week. But I have no idea what he looks like. But I'm not supposed to insult him, because that would cause a lot of problems for my family, how do I know I haven't insulted his rich stuffed snobby ass already?!" she had her arms crossed while she leaned on the window sill. But she dropped her head in her arms with an obviously annoyed "urgh".

He chuckled at her frustration and put a comforting hand on her arm. She looked up at him a little startled but let him. "It's another reason I'm scared to go back." She sighed.

"I think I get what you mean." He turned towards the dome. "At least you don't know if you haven't or have insulted him. I on the other hand am already doomed."

She smiled at him sadly. He tried to console her further with a joke. "I mean, how do you politely refuse a woman without insulting her?"

She looked at the sky pensively.

He noticed her thinking. Cursing to himself, he didn't expect her to take the question seriously, he simply wanted to try and make her feel better, and that she was not the only one. But before he could explain that she suddenly looked at him.

"It might sound stupid. But I might be able to help you there." She smiled.

He stared at her, waiting for her to continue.

"Can you dance?" She turned to him with a grin. He simply stared at her with his mouth agape and blinked twice.

"Are you sure you want to do this?" He asked her as they walked back towards the door.

"Only if you are." She answered as she returned the jacket to him. She tightened her shawl around her shoulders.

Shouto thought about it as he put the javket back on. Was he? Did she know what would happen if they did? What would happen actually? A small ping interrupted his thoughts and he quickly reached for his phone. She did the same.

"It's me." She held it up and typed something in it. "Sorry, I just have to tell my Jirou that I found you."

"Oh, the girl from the other party." He replied. She nodded and continued to type. But his mind lagged a little and he felt himself get warm. He didn't mean to blurt it out but his curiosity got the better of him. "Wait, you were looking for me?" He rose an eyebrow.

He noticed she turned bright red.

Yaomomo, you are an idiot. She thought to herself as she hid her face behind her phone. What would she say now? Off course I've been looking for you because I've been looking forward to this for 3 months? Did that make her a stalker? Wait, how could she be a stalker if she didn't even know his name? Urgh, she had to still answer his question. But she didn't want to lie to him. Okay then, part of the truth.

She lowered her phone and looked at him. He was patiently waiting for an answer as he stared at her questioningly.
She put away the phone and bit her lip. "Jirou was worried about the dress, and hence you rescued me the last time…" She shrugged.

He nodded. "Well, I didn't really do anything." He put his hand on the back of his neck awkwardly. " But thank her for the vote of confidence. I'll try my best to ward of the perverts."

She smiled gratefully. "Thank you." She smiled. He suddenly turned away rather quickly and put his hand on the door. "We should get going."

She wondered why he suddenly seemed so eager but she decided he probably wanted to get this over with as quickly as possible.

She felt a little happy that she could finally do something in return for him, but she did feel a little shy about the whole thing. At least this time she knew his name.

She watched him open the door and peek outside of the creek. Once he decided the coast was clear he opened the door fully and held out his hand. "Ladies first." He smiled.

She blinked twice and then smiled at him. She wasn't used to the gesture as no one did this anymore so she took his outstretched hand with a small curtsey. "Aren't you the gentleman." She smiled up at him as she passed.

"Got to live up to the name." He shrugged and he smiled back. She replied him with a chuckle as they left the room to head back to the ballroom.

As they reached the stairs he stopped in his tracks and turned toward her. "Yaomomo, you probably already know this, but I have to ask." He started.

She stopped and looked at him, she waited for him to continue. "I'm quite famous, so after this, you might find out my full name." He bit his lip and looked at her.

She simply smiled. Could he be more famous then her perhaps? She doubted it.

"Well, I have news for you mister." She pressed her finger to his chest. "I've got quite the name myself, so you might find out about mine first."

He seemed very surprised at that but he quickly regained his usual stoic expression, he even graced her with a rare grin. This made her heart skip a beat.

"Only you could make this into a contest, very well. We'll see who's the most famous." He continued down the stairs. She followed promptly "You've got yourself a contest, Shouto."

"We'll see." He answered her, as she looked at his broad back she could only smile to herself. Either way, after today, one of them isn't going to be able to hide their identity. This made everything even more excited.

They reached the ballroom way too soon for her liking and he turned to her again. He held out his hand once more. "Shall we?"

She smiled and nodded. They entered the room again and she noticed a lot of heads turned towards them again but she wasn't sure which of the two they were looking at.

As they had discussed, they waited for a song to end and a new one to begin before he turned to her. He bowed and held out an outstretched hand. "May I have this dance my lady?"

She blushed a little. She knew she told him to make it a grand gesture, but did he have to be so charming too? She took his hand however and curtsied once more. "I'd be delighted." She smiled at him and he led her towards the dance floor.

Soft music began to play but she only had eyes for him as he whispered near her ear." Are you ready?"

She tried to keep her blushing in check, but it was really hard as he was now closely next to her. She nodded once and looked down shyly. What was wrong with her? She had taken dance classes and she knew she was rather good at them. But this man and his charms, where throwing her off guard.

She stifled a gasp when he slit his arm (respectfully) around her waist and urged her closer to him. She complied and let her hand slide onto his arm. His other hand took hers as he held it up and he slowly guided her into a waltz.

Oh the irony. She swore to Jirou that she hated the waltz. It was way too complicated and she was so sure she would never liked to do this dance with anyone, ever.

That was until she met Shouto. She looked up at him as he focussed on her. He seemed to be such a natural at this as they glided across the room. She didn't even have to think about the steps as he led the dance perfectly. She felt herself get dizzy from all the turning (and probably from everything that had happened till now). So she decided to focus to her surroundings before she lost herself into the bliss.

She could tell people were staring at them and whispering things. She wasn't sure what they were whispering, but she knew it was about them. She suddenly wondered if he really could be more famous then her after all. Until she noticed a blonde woman, exactly like he had described, look at them with such venom in her eyes. She couldn't help but let out a chuckle.

He seemed to have heard it. "What's the matter?"

She smiled up at him. "Our plan is working. I think she saw you."

He rose his head slowly, as to not let it notice and roamed his eyes around the dance floor. He noticed her standing near the door, an insulted look on her face as she turned towards a man next to her. The man seemed to be startled as he hastily gestured towards the dance floor.

Shouto felt himself smile but he also felt something else. She suddenly leaned her head against his chest in a loving gesture. He felt a blush come up and panic a little. He had no idea how to handle this situation.

"Play along." She whispered. He swallowed once and nodded as her felt her hair tickle his chin. C'mon Shouto. Get a grip. He tried to concentrate on the steps but all he could do was drink in the sweet smell of her perfume. Shaking his head to keep himself to the plan, he dared to look around once more. He saw Toga finally notice their close proximity and how her face turned into anger. She suddenly turned, and stomped off towards the exit, leaving a flabbergasted man running after her.

He gave a small smile and turned his head down to tell the girl in his arms the good news. But before he could. She threw him off guard once more.

"Shouto?" the way she whispered his name made a shiver go over his spine.

"Yes?" He tried to keep his voice as steady as possible.

"You smell good." She sighed.

Shouto felt himself get hot inside. He had never blushed so hard in his life and felt lucky she wasn't looking up. Trying to keep his head cool he swallowed openly. He didn't know why he said the next words but they just felt nice and very fitting. He would never forget this day, and he would perhaps give the bottle another chance.

"So do you, Yaomomo."