A/N: Thanks so much for all the followers and favorites. I wasn't expecting this much love. I'm glad everyone is enjoy the story. Literally on the first day, I had like ten follows and favorites. You guys are awesome.

Here's chapter two.

"Hello" - speech using quirk

"Hello" - speech using a whiteboard

Enjoy.

At the crack of dawn, Momo began stirring, her eyelids fluttering open to the three sheets of paper… glowing?

"What the?" she rubbed her eyes and entered a sitting position. Clearing the blurriness, Momo returned to darkness. "My imagination? Oh well."

A yawn escaped the creationist's lips as she stretched the drowsiness away. Her yawn then turned into a humongous smile, memories of yesterday flooding into her mind. She switched on the lamp, collected the papers, and arranged them in chronological order. As part of her daily routine, she took a few minutes to reread the letters. The words never failed to brighten her morning.

She started with the first letter she received.

To my first crush,

I've had the privilege of meeting many different people, but you, without a shadow of a doubt, are the first and only person to make me feel a certain kind of way. It would be rude to simply come out and say what's on my mind, so I wrote this to convey the emotions racing in my chest, the feelings I've come to have for you.

When I look at you, an arrow launched by Cupid pierces through my heart, and the passion bursting within my soul comes to life, again and again. It's arduous to let you walk without uttering at least a simple greeting, but the thought of speaking to you makes me weak in the knees. I know you've heard it all, about how beautiful you are and how intelligent you are, but before any of that, I see an aspiring and dedicated heroine who's deeply passionate about her craft. I look at someone trying her absolute hardest to become the model heroine she wishes to be. Watching you has also inspired me to improve myself, and at first, you were just meant to help inspire others, but over time, I saw you improve more and more, become more radiant than ever, and before I knew it, my feelings for you had become stronger.

There can only be one reason why thoughts of you fill my head, why seeing your face and hearing your voice make knots in my stomach. I didn't know the one who would bring these feelings out would be so close by. Be that as it may, I do not hate this feeling. It's completely foreign to me, but I know what I'm experiencing is the real deal.

I love you, Momo Yaoyorozu.

Sincerely,

Your Secret Admirer

Beautiful, that's all Momo had to say about it.

"Oh," she fanned herself. Her cheeks were sore from how much she was smiling while tears threatened to overflow from her eyes. "You have no idea how happy this makes me. I should've written back earlier, but I wasn't expecting to be so enthralled by this."

Wiping her tears, Momo took a few deep breaths to get her heart under control and then continued reading with the second letter.

My Dearest Momo

Seven moons have passed since you received the first letter and seven days since I offered you a key to my heart. I hope you are feeling well and that my previous letter did not offend you in any way. This one will be shorter, so I don't keep you away from your studies. Is it bad to miss you when we hardly know one another? Am I going overboard with my actions, or by any chance, did I spark something with my words, and now, you can't stop thinking of me too? Only time will tell, I suppose. I just hope you do not grow hostile towards me. In the meantime, I wish to tell you this.

My love for you will never die and never come up empty. Unconditionally, I will do my best to be at your side and love you plenty. You can tell me every secret, and I promise to hold the lock and key, stay with you all night, and hold you real tight. You're all I need to have the strength to believe, and I promise to never leave.

May my words reach you.

Until next time my darling Momo.

It was too much. Their words broke the dam holding back the flood. Momo held the love letters close to her chest as she happily cried and fell back on the bed, staring at the ceiling while her heart sprouted wings and soared.

"This is straight out of a novel," a dreamy sigh left her lungs, "At first, I thought it might be a sick prank, but then," Momo looked across the room to her mahogany desk, where a vase holding a bouquet of roses sat, "You sent me flowers and a promise."

In a day and age where phones mainly dominated the way people communicate, given love letters left a bigger impact on Momo.

"I want to meet you," she stated, writhing on her bed in euphoric glee, "I want to share my feelings with you."

One hand on her chest and the other over her forehead, she could feel the heat growing to her face, but Creati cared less. She was happy. She was determined to find this individual, and most importantly, she was going to find out if the feelings inside her were the same as her admirer's.

"Today's going to be a great day. I can feel it."

"Good morning, everyone!"

No one put Midoriya and the blinding Momo next to each other. The effects would have burning results.

"Isn't it a wonderful day today?"

Momo received mixed stares as she frolicked around the dorm with a noticeable kick in her stride.

"Good morning, Yaoyoruzu," her student council president greeted. Her happiness was infectious as Iida found himself more energized, "You're indeed right. Today seems to be looking great."

"You're looking on fire, vice-prez," Kirishima pumped his fists, "I'm loving your energy."

"Y-Yeah," Midoriya agreed, the three not too long getting back from their morning run, "You look especially chipper today. Did you sleep well?"

"Oh, I slept wonderfully. I can't wait to get the day started."

She left the dorms while humming a tune, leaving the students of Class 1-A stunned.

Momo's happiness continued on U.A.'s campus. She frolicked through the halls, enthusiastically greeting everyone she passed, and receiving more mixed stares from students and faculty alike.

Creati was on cloud nine.

"Should we do something about her?" Jirou inquired, "She's going to hurt herself."

"That's the dance of a maiden in love," Mina smiled as if doing cupid's work, "Now we just need to see who that love arrow struck first and set them up."

"Kero. Easier said than done," Asui answered. She had been thinking of a way to speed up the identification process. Waiting a week was too long even for her. The frog-girl had already thought of the pros and cons of planting a tracker. Firstly, the smitten admirer was stealthy enough to leave the letters and gifts without arousing suspicion. Secondly, to perform such a feat with trained heroes around required extensive awareness. Had they put a tracker on a response letter, Asui knew the admirer would notice way before making it back to their haven.

However, she did have one trick up her sleeve.

"We ruled out our boys, but that still leaves Class 1-B, General Studies, and the rest of the school," Hagakure pointed out, "This is a huge place too, and that's way too many boys to interview."

"Whoever they are, I hope they got a friend who's also single," Mina noticed the raised brows from her visible friends, "What? You all have someone to love. Even tsundere Jirou here got a guy she likes."

That got the punk girl to turn fifty shades of red.

"That's not true! I'm not in love and I'm not a tsundere!"

"Mhmm," Mina and Hagakure traded looks with a smug smirk that irritated Jirou's ear jacks.

"I will jab you two."

A startled yelp rang out and captured the girls' attention. They followed the noise and found their lovestruck friend suspended in mid-fall, a cyan-blue glow outlining her figure.

Xxx Earlier xxX

He could feel it in the air. Today was going to be an eventful day.

'The spirits are very happy today. Please, bless me with good fortune.'

He closed his eyes and pressed his hands together in prayer. His mind emptied the noise, and the energy of the universe answered his call.

'No discord. Perfect.'

With the spirits on his side, he eagerly got ready for the day. The entire time though, he had the thoughts of a certain young lady on his mind.

'I wonder if she liked the letter.'

He didn't consider himself a charismatic individual, but his skills with a pencil were considered novel-worthy. With encouragement from his older brother and grandma, Kyoya got to work writing his heart out for the one who stole it.

'Is she tired of me? Am I keeping her from improving?'

Those were only some of the questions haunting him. The rest he put on the backburner and chose to believe in the universe. It promised him good fortune, and it never lied to him before.

'You're freaking out, Kyoya. Trust the lack of discord in the fluctuations.'

After a few deep breaths, the young man grabbed his things, snuck out of the dorm, and made his way to U.A.'s campus. Ordinarily, the only people allowed inside were faculty members, but Kyoya spotted his ticket approaching the gates and used his quirk to grab their attention.

"Good morning, grandma."

The short-statured nurse paused and sighed, hearing the student's voice echo in her mind. She faced her grandson with a frown. It wasn't that Chiyo Shuzenji, a.k.a. Recovery Girl, hated seeing her beloved grandbaby. She hated seeing him so early in the morning when students are barely supposed to be awake, but he decided to appoint himself as the nurse's assistant, and despite her gratitude, Chiyo didn't want to overload her grandbaby with more tasks. He already had his schooling to focus on and the improvement of his quirk.

Her grandson stood tall with a good built. Most teenagers these days were well-toned, and Chiyo's grandbaby was no exception. He possessed grayish-brown eyes and mousy red hair, dressed in the academy's standard uniform. Because of the usage of his quirk, a cyan-blue outline glistened around his form, and the same outline could be seen around Recovery Girl.

"Kyo, you know you shouldn't be this early in the morning," she responded, "Good morning to you too though."

Kyoya Shuzenji moved his arm in several motions. Following his command, an invisible force lifted his grandmother off the ground and closer to him, gently placing her atop his shoulder, where she got comfortable. The perk of having a tall grandson is a free ride.

"It's my job to make yours easier. The spirits are very happy today, so I can't go back to sleep."

"Is that right? Maybe I won't see Mr. Problem Child in my infirmary today then."

Although Kyoya was chuckling, no sounds came from his mouth. He, too, was familiar with a certain green-haired, freckled-face student and their periodical visits to the infirmary. He shared his grandma's sentiments and even suggested adding a bed specifically for that student.

"Achoo!"

"Bless you, Midobro. You okay?"

"If you're feeling under the weather, we can always stop here. A student should always take care of their health first!"

"N-No, I'm alright. I-It's probably Kacchan cursing me in his dreams."

Xxx Now xxX

"How's your throat?" Recovery Girl asked of her grandson, "Is it bothering you?"

He shook his head silently but mimicked a cough and fanning himself to cool down.

"Coughing makes it burn though," the nurse pieced together. "If it gets too bad, let me know. I see you've been training your quirk to use telepathy."

"Thank Mandalay-san," he replied.

Kyoya escorted his grandma to her office. He was amazed she didn't fire off twenty questions about his endeavors on winning over a certain young lady. The minute she found out Kyoya was interested in someone, she never stopped questioning him. Thankfully, his brother was more merciful in his interrogation.

He set the nurse down and helped her organize the office for the day ahead.

"Are you still teasing that girl?"

'There it is. Teasing she says.'

"Yesterday was the third letter, yes? Don't you think it's time to stop cowering and make a move?"

"If it was that easy, I would've already done so," despite his keen sense of awareness, he was not prepared for a hard whack on the back of his head by his grandma.

"I don't appreciate your sass. Your brother is rubbing on you too much."

"How did you even?"

"I'm still spryer than a spring chicken. You may be my grandson, but I'll still whack you silly," Recovery Girl tapped the floor with her cane for emphasis, "Now, ask them out already. The worse that can happen is she says no. A nice guy like you shouldn't have any troubles."

"What about aniki?"

"I said nice, not crazy."

Kyoya really loved his grandma.

The students began pouring into the school, meeting, greeting, and going about their morning with noticeable vigor. To Kyoya, the spirits were trying their best to shower everyone with good fortune.

"I'm going to homeroom now, grandma."

"Have a good day, love!" Chiyo yelled back. "Keep me updated, love you!"

"I will, love you too."

He converged with the students, meeting friendly greets and waves. As Recovery Girl's self-appointed assistant, he spent enough time patching up students and faculty. Part of him believed they preferred his hands rather than his grandma, mainly because of the aggressive way she used her cane.

'That cane does hurt. A lot.'

Fate was pulling them together. Unbeknownst to them, their destinies were about to intertwine, and once the opportunity arrived, neither knew what to do. When Momo accidentally bumped into another student and fell back, a startled yelp left her lips as her fall came to an abrupt halt. The student she collided with acted on instinct and extended his arm, his quirk forming cyan outlines around his and Momo's bodies.

Momo didn't hear her friends call out to her as she contemplated what just happened. She was so high off her happiness that she wasn't paying attention to the route in front of her, and that's what caused her to ram into an innocent student.

"Thank you," she breathed once pulled back onto her feet. The power that kept her from falling resided and the owner offered the vice-president a warm smile. He nodded to her, silently studying her to see if he accidentally bruised her. On the outside, he was calm and collected, but on the inside,

'SHIT! SHIT! I wasn't prepared for this! Oh no, what do I do? What do I do? What do I do?'

Kyoya magically produced a whiteboard and marker and wrote on it with the speed of a cheetah.

"Sorry, are you okay?" he presented the board.

"Oh! Yes, yes, I'm fine, thank you. Sorry, I wasn't paying attention."

"Exactly, do we need to put you on a leash or something?" Jirou cut in, seizing her friend by the shoulder.

"I'm sorry," Momo apologized once more with a blush on her cheeks.

'Spirits, please help me. I wasn't prepared for this!'

Luckily, they answered his call.

"Good morning, Shuzenji-san," Uraraka greeted the big guy with a small curtsy, "How are you today?"

"Hey there, Shu-kun," Mina jumped on Momo, "Sorry about Momo here. She was pierced by an arrow."

Momo rounded on the pink teen before she could ruin her day.

"Mina, shush! That's personal information!"

'Oh, I already know, Kitty.'

"Forgive me, Shuzenji-san. Pay no mind to Mina; she loves to gossip and tease people. We'll get out of your hair. Have a wonderful day."

Momo, with her head still down, hurried to class with Uraraka and Jirou bidding farewell and following their vice-president.

"Kero, sorry about that, Shuzenji-san," Asui bowed and proceeded to class.

Kyoya waved them off and was about to head to his class, but he was stopped by an invisible girl and her pink friend. The former leaned her head under Kyoya's free hand.

"One head pat please."

To her delight, Kyoya gave her hair an affectionate tousle. Contrasting with his grandmother's cane, Kyoya provided comfort for the patient after they suffered the beatings from Recovery Girl's stick.

"My turn!" Mina took Tooru's spot and purred under the young man's touch. It was soothing. "You give the best head pats. Thanks, Shu-kun!"

"See you later, Shuzenji-kun!" Tooru followed Mina to class while the assistant stared off with his head tilted.

'I have weird underclassmen.'

Although, this meeting brought welcoming news.

'Pierced by an arrow, huh? Gee, I wonder what kind.'

'How could I be so careless?' Momo reprimanded herself as she walked at a brisk pace to the infirmary. Another day of school was ending. The class was, once again, perfecting their created techniques, but Momo's focus, or lack thereof, lied elsewhere. Of all times to be thinking about the love letters, it had to be during a critical time. It had to be during class, and because she wasn't focused, she injured herself enough to seek medical treatment. She would've dressed the wound herself, but she was too angry and drained to even produce a lousy bandage.

'And after I wrote back saying to focus on academics, hypocrite.'

She was ashamed. It wasn't like her to get distracted so easily.

'It's just like during the sports festival. You lost one fight and started second-guessing your entire life.'

And to think, she overcame her insecurities during the exams. Class 1-A's vice president was back to her former glory, more confident than ever, but now she was reminded of that time again. The myriad of thoughts running through her head; it was her weakness, her distraction. Her confidence was part of the reason her admirer noticed her, and now look at her, she was embarrassing herself.

'Pull yourself together, Momo!' she clapped her cheeks. 'You've climbed out of the rut and entered a new level of experience. Be proud! Be thankful! Don't step on your friends' hard work. They're working hard every day to improve themselves. You should be doing the same. Follow Midoriya's example; he's always pushing himself and helping others when they need it. Don't let Todoroki's help go to waste either.'

She was feeling better about herself now.

'Keep your love life away from school. Wait until you get back to the dorm to begin daydreaming.'

Unfortunately, Recovery Girl had to run some errands, but luckily, her assistant was more than happy to tend to Momo's injury. The spirits brought them together for the second time.

"I'm sorry you have to keep seeing me at my worst," Momo apologized. First, she ran into Kyoya while spacing out about her secret admirer, and now he has to dress her wounds because of her carelessness. She wondered what he thought about the situation.

'She has very soft hands. NO! Focus you idiot; don't get sidetracked!'

After Kyoya applied the bandages, he wrote on his whiteboard.

"Don't apologize. Accidents happen. I'm just glad it wasn't serious."

Momo concurred with him.

"Yes, I'm glad too. It's not like me to be so out of focus."

"The life of an aspiring heroine is a tough one."

She couldn't help the giggle that came from her lips.

"You're right about that. Every day seems to bring more and more challenges."

'How does he write so fast?'

"May I ask what's troubling you?"

At this, a deep blush overtook Momo's face, and if Kyoya didn't know any better, he swore steam was coming from her ears.

"S-Sorry, I'd rather not say. It's too personal."

Kyoya could understand that, but it didn't stop him from reaching over, against his better judgment, and ruffling Momo's head with one of his sought-out head pats.

Momo's body stiffened upon contact, but once she felt Kyoya's hand gloss over her head in such an affectionate manner, her body loosened up and leaned into his touch. A small purr even left her mouth, but it was replaced with a disappointed mewl when Kyoya stopped.

Three seconds passed before both realized the situation and started imitating a tomato with how red their faces went. Midoriya would be astonished to see the calm and elegant Momo reduced to a stuttering mess and the quiet but expressive Kyoya hiding his face behind his whiteboard.

"I'm sorry!" he wrote in a rush. "I didn't mean to do that. I just thought it might make you feel better. People say they really like it when I pet their head, so I just went with it."

'You dumbass!'

"No, no, it's okay," Momo assured him, hands in her lap, and head hanging down to obscure the smile on her face.

'That felt so relaxing!'

"I was surprised at first, but it was nice. I can see why my friends love it."

Kyoya lowered the whiteboard to gauge the situation. He was presented with Momo's dazzling smile burning his eyes. Her rosy cheeks were still evident, but the weight on her shoulders had been lifted.

Before he could even recognize his body moving, he was already writing on his board.

"You're more beautiful when you shine."

'Stupid hands! You're ruining things for me!'

"Th-Thank you," Momo placed a hand on her cheek. It was no use hiding. The heat radiating from her face alone could melt ice, but it wasn't all bad. The butterflies in her stomach were gone. She breathed easier now, and to think, she only came to get her wound treated.

"You're welcome," Kyoya pinched the bridge between his eyes.

'I didn't mean to write about her radiance.'

"Thanks to you, I'm feeling much better. I was in a little rut, but I know I can't stay stuck forever. A true hero never gives up."

Momo thanked the assistant, bowed, and exited the room.

Kyoya watched her leave, sad their conversation came to end. He waited for the door to close before shooting out of the chair and dancing around the room.

'Let's fucking go!'

He plumped in the chair and turned to the desk, continuing his schoolwork with the biggest grin, the beautiful image of Momo smiling at him with those eyes shining like diamonds.

'Keep shining, Kitty. You're prettiest when you shine.'