A/N: Thanks everyone for the favorites and follows. I really didn't think this story would get that much attention, but then again, Momo is a beautiful and interesting young lady. I'm also glad you guys are liking Kyoya. If I get all the points worked out, would you guys like to see a full-fledge story? I've been thinking of one that includes Kyoya and his elder brother in Midoriya's life before he receives One for All.

Anyway, you know what to do; it's going to be a short chapter but one I feel would get the ball really going.

Enjoy!

Momo paced back and forth in her room, which became the usual meetup location for the girls of Class 1-A. She still felt refreshed after receiving Kyoya Shuzenji's words, or writings, of encouragement. However, not long after their departure, something else happened to Momo, yet another conundrum she must contend with. She didn't know why it suddenly happened, but something needed to be done. At first, whenever Momo pictured who her stealthy admirer must be, she had ideas of their features and characteristics. Sometime after getting her wound treated, those depictions now had Kyoya as the face and body of her admirer.

"You're horny for Shu-kun now? Geez, Momo," Mina shook her head, "I thought you were better than dreaming of hot, steamy nights with two guys."

"I am NOT hot for Shuzenji-san!" The crimson-faced vice-president countered, momentarily pausing in her pacing. "I said his face is overwriting the one I imagined to be my secret admirer."

"Look, I understand, Momo, Kyoya is a pretty handsome guy. He's definitely a nice one, but a guy just doesn't come into your mind unless you felt some type of way towards him."

"We are acquaintances and nothing more," Momo folded her arms, pushing her ample chest up, and glaring at her pink classmate.

"It was the head pat, wasn't it?"

Momo averted her gaze but held her discomfort.

"He was cheering me up. I felt ashamed because of my injury, and he did his job in making a patient feel better. He was professional the entire time."

"What if he's the admirer though?" Tooru suggested. "He's just as likely a suspect."

Momo thanked the invisible girl for changing the subject.

"I already crossed him off the list. He was working on some assignments, and I saw his handwriting. It didn't match up with the one on my letters."

'He was definitely flirting though.' Momo placed a hand to her chest. 'Does he like me too? Oh, I can't handle all this affection!'

She refused to believe otherwise. When the two were gazing steadily into each other's eyes, he quickly imitated Midoriya and turned redder than a tomato.

'If his head pats were so sought out, he wouldn't have gotten flustered when giving me one.'

Mina's aggravated moan brought Momo back to reality.

"Great, back to the drawing board. This is killing me! Does anyone have any suggestions? I need to see where this goes, right. Now."

Tsuyu was the only one to raise her hand.

"The jury acknowledges Tsu," Mina gestured for the frog girl to continue.

All eyes focused on the greenette as she picked up one of the love letters. At the same time, Uraraka shot a text to one of their friends.

"I've been thinking about this since yesterday, kero. Now that we know none of our boys is the admirer, I figured they can help us figure out who is."

"But instead of asking all of them," Uraraka chimed in, waving her phone side to side, "Tsu and I asked the most helpful one."

"And who would that be?" Jirou inquired.

As if planned, a soft knock rapped at the door.

"The only one with a good sense of analysis," Tsu answered the punk girl's question while the anti-gravity brunette answered the door with a slight skip in her step.

"H-Hey, Uraraka, I got your text," said the familiar voice of the class cinnamon roll.

"Hey, Deku-kun, thanks for coming. Come on in."

"A-Are you sure? I d-don't want to interrupt your girl time."

"It's okay. We won't keep you long. Give it about fifteen minutes?"

Entered a heavily anxious Midoriya. His robotic footsteps immediately revealed to the girls that he was not comfortable being here, especially with all six in the room. He did not see the current situation as a good thing, despite knowing if it was Mineta or Kaminari, they'd jump him for being so lucky. Every sense told him to activate Full Cowling and escape the trap, but his sense of heroism won out in the end. Still, he kept his distance and made sure not to look around. Unfortunately, only the carpet felt safe to look at.

"Well, well, well," Mina giggled, "If it isn't Midori. Bold of you to come here."

'Kacchan, please kill me now.'

"Umm, h-hello, girls. Sorry for cutting into your g-girl time. Uraraka said you n-needed my help?"

"We do," Tooru jumped out of her seat and slipped behind the jumpy teen, pushing him further into the room, and sitting him down between Tsuyu and Uraraka.

"No need to be shy. We won't hurt you," the invisible girl assured him, but Midoriya did not believe that.

"Too badly," he muttered.

Jirou was glad she wasn't drinking something because she spurted a snicker.

"Calm down, dude. You're one of the few guys we're fine with being here," she stated.

"Sorry for dragging you into this, Midoriya," Momo frowned at her female friends, "I was hoping to keep this solely between us girls."

"Kero, it would be faster and more beneficial to enlist Izuku's help," she faced the nervous teen and poked him gently with her tongue, "All we need you to do is look at this person's handwriting and see if you can identify them."

Midoriya hesitantly accepted the letter and studied the writings.

"If you don't know who wrote it, then help us eliminate candidates," Uraraka spoke up, offering her friend a comforting hand on his shoulder. She hated putting him on the spot, but after being informed of the plan by Tsuyu, the brunette kicked herself for not thinking of Midoriya sooner.

"We're trying to figure out who keeps writing Momo those letters. We ruled out you guys here in Class 1-A, but having to search an entire school would take too long," Jirou summarized the circumstances.

"Think you can crack the case?" Mina gave the freckled teen a hopeful stare.

"I-I can try, but don't get your hopes up, please."

He began his analysis, his usual nervous self replaced with his "hyper zone" state, timid eyes changing to focused steel that made the brunette beside him tingle.

'He looks so cool right now.'

'Kero, so cool.'

"Think he can do it?" Tooru asked aloud.

"He might be the only one who can," Mina shrugged, unsure herself.

Jirou leaned her cheek on her hand.

"He's a smart dude, but identifying people is a lot harder than analyzing quirks."

"I agree with Jirou," Momo commented, "While I don't doubt Midoriya's capabilities, the number of people to eliminate is vast, and with the only factor being the handwriting, that's nowhere near enough information to narrow it d-."

"It's none of the first-year students," Midoriya finally spoke up.

The room fell silent.

"Say what now?" Mina and Tooru mirrored each other.

"None of the first-year students have matching penmanship. Unfortunately, I can't tell if it's a second or third year."

He looked up from the paper, and his focused countenance returned to its timid state upon having all the girls' eyes bore into his soul. The paper looked even more interesting, and he swore not to read it as it would be invading Momo's privacy more than he already has.

"How can you tell?" It was the violet-haired heroine to ask the million yen question.

Midoriya's nervous laugh and cheek scratching meant there was a lot to his explanation.

"Well, you know my collection of notebooks that includes the strengths and weaknesses of everybody's quirk?"

The girls nodded.

"I have eighty-seven volumes."

Their mouths dropped.

"And I have every first-year students' autograph on the pages dedicated to them, including General Studies and Support Courses."

"And you can remember their handwriting solely based on memory?" Mina was stunned.

Midoriya merely smiled.

"That's amazing, Deku-kun."

"That's scary," Jirou did not share the same view, "But informative. Nice work, dude."

"O-Oh, it was nothing. I'm happy to help."

A lightbulb suddenly flashed above Tooru's invisible head.

"OOH! OOH! I have an idea! Midoriya!"

The boy jumped at the sudden invasion of his space by the perky transparent girl.

"Y-Yes?"

"How long would it take you to get the information and autographs of the second and third-year students?"

If it wasn't for Tsuyu and Uraraka's comforting presence, Midoriya would've fainted. Although he couldn't see it, the breath from Tooru's lips touched his cheek, meaning they had to be just inches apart.

"I-I don't know. It took a c-couple of months to get all the first years."

"Great idea, Tooru," Mina agreed. "Midori, how would you like to become everyone's most precious underclassman?"

He really didn't, but he couldn't say no to the puppy-dog stare the pink alien trapped him under. It wasn't the worst idea. At the very least, it was a chance to learn about more quirks and their versatility, but it was hard enough to ask the first-year students. He was afraid to ask the older, more threatening students the same.

"I'm going to need more notebooks," he sighed.

"Done," Jirou patted his shoulder, "we'll supply the paper, you get those autographs."

'I should've stopped them.' Momo chastised herself while lying on her bed, onyx-colored eyes gazing absentmindedly at her canopy bed's roof. 'Now, they're going to make poor Midoriya break his neck trying to help figure out who wants my heart.'

She checked her heartbeat, a steady rhythm that suggested her body was calm and resting. However, there was a heaviness to it that the creationist took notice of. Her newest problem came with a heavy burden. Every time she pictured her original image of her admirer, it was replaced with Kyoya's face and body. His warm smile enveloped Momo in its warmth like a blanket. The tenderness of his hands caressed the maiden slowly, tickling her skin as his fingers traced the length of her arms, the diameter of her legs, and the curvature of her body. Her heart was racing now, but it felt… wrong.

Momo admitted that Kyoya was indeed a nice and handsome guy, but he was only an acquaintance, and by no means should he be used as a substitute for Momo's desires. It made her feel guilty. She was using his image for her selfish needs. Her mind was conflicted, knowing it was wrong but was happy to see him, and her body was all for it. Remembering the letters' content, Momo wanted the older student to dance with her, their bare feet touching the grass. She yearned to have his big, strong, and well-muscled body protecting her, his arms wrapped around her all night, holding her real tight.

That's why it felt wrong. It wasn't Kyoya who promised these notions. The secret admirer wrote those words, and yet, Momo envisioned herself being intimate with someone else. Knowing the admirer and Kyoya were two different people, she used both for her desires.

"I hate this," she sighed and turned on her side, "I keep telling myself, no, but my body won't listen. It's too hot."

Momo closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Her mind conjured the setting. Under the moonlight's glow, she was twirling with Kyoya.

"I'm crushing on the admirer. Shuzenji-san is an acquaintance," she reminded herself.

The only thing Kyoya couldn't overwrite was the voice Momo used when reading the letters. He was mute, only communicating, that she knew of, through whiteboard and marker. The voice was safe.

"I'm sorry, Shuzenji-san. I don't mean to use you in place of my admirer, but please, let me enjoy this until I can identify them. Then, you'll be free."

Drowsiness eventually came for the vice-president. She would've recited the letters, but with her current state of mind, she decided against it, not that it mattered. He was there in her dreams anyway. The moon was high above the sky, a light breeze rustling the leaves and grass surrounding them. She didn't bother questioning why Kyoya was her partner. Those thoughts were interrupted with Kyoya's arms snaking her waist and his large hand grasping hers as classical music played from a small stereo. It was just her and the mysterious mute in the forest as if trying to hide their sins. Aside from being Recovery Girl's grandson, Momo knew nothing about Kyoya, but despite that, she was here having this dance.

It was a quiet but beautiful dance. She didn't seem to mind the older student. Her body moved on its own, following Kyoya's lead as they spun, swayed, and separated. Momo became a slave to the rhythm. Her head flew back as her partner dipped her, swung their bodies, and lunged back with Momo's mature physique pressing against Kyoya's chest. The vice-president rested her head atop the mute's shoulder, their rhythm slowing down to a simple sway of their hips.

Everything was surreal.

"You look perfect," until Kyoya opened his mouth. He hugged her and whispered delicately in her ear, "I love you."

His words pierced through Momo's heart like an arrow. She should've been happy to hear such words. She should be on cloud nine. If only the one who said it wasn't a substitute using her makeshift voice to appease her mind. He was nothing but a placeholder.

Instead of responding, Momo buried her face deep in the bend of her partner's neck and sobbed. She sobbed as the anger and guilt overtook her, wails echoing through the forest with no signs of stopping.

Kyoya said nothing else and held the sobbing girl close to him, unaware of why she was distraught. He simply did as the dream told him.