A/N: The favorites and follows just keep coming. Thanks everyone!
Ossslot - I tried to not make it that way. She isn't horny for Kyoya like Mina claims; it's just that her head is using Kyoya as a stand in for who her Admirer may look like, and Momo is guilty for thinking of another man when she's crushing on another, not knowing both are in the same
Omnipotent X - Glad you're enjoying it. The story was really just a product of me being bored, and yes, Izuku is always a nice added mix. He won't have to do a whole lot though. I'm too lazy for a plan that time consuming
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The spirits, Kyoya learned, were capricious creatures. One day, the spirits were joyous and showered the world with good fortune, and the next, they would become hostile and make everyone's life difficult. Being able to read them, Kyoya constantly pondered why they behaved so sporadically. Their moods changed daily, but usually, the changes were minor, like humored days to neutral or very displeased to slightly annoyed.
When the spirits go from the top spectrum of very happy to the lowest spectrum of very displeased in a day, it was a rare and foreboding sight.
'Very fickle indeed.' Kyoya opened his eyes and stared absentmindedly at his ceiling. He called the energy of the universe to his side, and he wasn't pleased with harsh noise and discord. His inner self, bombarded with chaos, crumbled under the pressure. He dared not go against the spirits' ire, less he felt their sting descend upon him.
How was he able to communicate with the spirits? His quirk, while simple, came with various levels of abilities that Kyoya could never hope to understand. The ability to manipulate and influence matter with his mind alone, it had multiple monikers, but his favorite was Psychokinesis. With it, Kyoya had one-sided conversations with the spirits and saw how the days were judged.
It wasn't that simple though. He could only speak with the spirits daily. After their conversation, he was left with the unsuspected mortals. Would good fortune shine on the people of Japan, or would the mortals face more hardships at every corner? That's what the spirits, Kyoya gathered, were observing.
After yesterday's benevolent fortune, Kyoya hoped the next day would yield similar results. Alas, those hopes were crushed upon waking up in the middle of the night with a thunderous roar piercing through the drumming of rain tapping furiously on the roof. In the blackness that enveloped his dorm room, streaks of bold light briefly illuminated the area. Awoken by the thunder, Kyoya shifted his focus to the storm outside.
'My head's the same way, an unprecedented and wild storm that brings more questions than answers. The spirits were so happy yesterday. Why are they this displeased now?'
Another clap of thunder shattered the second year's train of thought. He wasn't afraid of thunder, but humans naturally despise loud unexpected noise.
'Did something happen?'
Yesterday was a day to remember. Kyoya met his crush, completely floored by her dazzling smile. If the sun was a person, Momo would be its personification. Even when they bumped into each other, Kyoya could see how sparkling her face was. They talked for a bit, and the second year learned how his letters made the girl all the happier. His words caused such a beautiful flower to blossom and stirred deep feelings within the maiden. That wasn't just an aura of happiness.
That was the smile of someone in love.
'Then why are the spirits so angry?'
Kyoya failed to understand. The inner machinations of the spirits would forever be an enigma.
'Did I upset them somehow?'
Why he assumed the fault was his, Kyoya didn't know. Although, part of him believed he played a part in this. He just couldn't fathom why or how.
Breaking through the momentary silence, a soft whine vibrated on his nightstand. His phone went off, eliciting a confused stare from the psychic as he checked the alerts.
'Aniki? Why is he texting me this early?'
K.B. – What a great way to start a Friday.
The sarcasm was strong.
K. – Tell me about it. It's not like I have to go to school or anything.
K.B. – Sorry if I woke you up, little bro. I figured you had the same premonition as I.
K. – It's fine, the storm woke me up. I talked with the spirits today. They're very displeased, and I'm not sure why. Yesterday was the exact opposite.
Kyoya's brother had the same quirk as him, but if he was honest, Kyoya believed his brother was infinitely better at using it than him.
K.B. – It doesn't look like it's going to end soon. Wonderful, and I have a lot of patients to take care of. What about you? Anything you have no qualms sharing?
K. – I hate science. Does that bother you?
K.B. – Nope, but had you said math, I would've disowned you. Thankfully, that's not the case, right?
Kyoya could feel his brother's glare, the device in his hand starting to turn hot as it burned his hand.
K. – Math is alright, but English and Reading are my favorites.
K.B. – Speaking of English, are you still writing letters to your crush?
At least his brother didn't call it teasing like his grandma.
'How did the spirits treat you, Kitty? I know my words helped lift your temper, but did something happen to you after our second encounter?'
K. – We talked yesterday. You should've seen how happy she was. My letters are making her life a lot more jovial. I can tell she loves them, but I'm not positive if it extends to me.
K.B. – That's great to hear. I'm sure she's ecstatic to know you love her, but if I were you though, I'd go ahead and make my move. The spirits are already miffed. You never know what may happen.
The thought of someone else coming in and assuming Kyoya's identity left a sour taste in his mouth. A beautiful woman like Momo was bound to have others vying for her affection. Kyoya considered this when he first realized his feelings. Rivals were everywhere, and it was easy to see why Momo attracted a lot of suitors. She was stunning, her ethereal beauty rivaling goddesses. Strong, smart, and elegant, Momo was the perfect girl. As such, Kyoya couldn't approach her so casually. It didn't feel right. No, he had to sow the seeds and have her focused on one suitor, and from his time with her yesterday, he succeeded.
K. – I have one last letter to give her. After that, I'll stop being such a coward.
K.B. – You're not a coward. Fear of rejection is an understandable feeling. I can only hope you don't go through it. You're a good person, Kyoya. Any girl would be grateful to date you, but you better strike while the iron's hot. It's rude to keep a lady waiting.
K. – We can't have that. I appreciate the pep talk, aniki.
K.B. – Any time. Now go get your girl, and no matter what happens, the spirits can't stop you.
'You're damn right!'
He had a problem. It wasn't a huge issue but still needed to be addressed.
'Should I hand the letter to her in person or go the safe route? Going for the direct approach would lose my mysterious charm. She's hooked on the mystery, and going the safe route, especially earlier than normal would send her imagination into overdrive. Fuck it! I'm playing it safe!'
Now came the problem.
'I don't know what to write!'
Kyoya stood at his desk with a pen and blank sheet of paper lying on the top. The psychic student treaded back and forth, wracking his brain for ways to captivate the pure maiden who stole his heart.
'You're a wordsmith, Kyoya! Poetry is your literal hobby. This is your bread and butter. You've done this three times now! How can you fall short at the climax?!'
He normally used the weekend to come up with his next art piece, but with the spirits being disturbed, it was time to improve his quick thinking skills.
'It's alright, just think of this as training. Sometimes, a hero must rely on their instincts.'
Clapping his hands together, Kyoya breathed in and out through his mouth. Despite the raging storm, it did not distract the psychic from pouring out his heart. A light cast away the darkness with Kyoya as its core. His quirk came to life, encasing his form its cyan glow, and with a wave of his right finger, he extended that light to his favorite ballpoint pen. Remotely, he made the writing utensil levitate by using his finger as a medium.
'Here we go.'
Grayish-brown eyes closing, Kyoya's finger drew patterns in the air, and in accordance, the pen danced on the sheet of paper. His dance could be considered a symphony, the fluidity of Kyoya's conducting remained smooth and concise. No rigid breaks halted his movements, and no outside force hindered his thought process. His heart went into his strokes, streaks of light wrapping around him as his limbs moved faster, even faster, unbound by the nerves that haunted him prior. He made a promise, a vow to his family, his crush, and himself. He promised to muster the courage to say his mind without resorting to paper conversations, to use his broken voice to say the three words he wanted his princess to hear the most.
That was his mission, and with a calming breath, the gentle giant completed step one. A beautifully written letter sat on his desk before him, but he wasn't done just yet. To make it legit, he pressed his hand over the paper and lent it a tiny bit of his psychic energy.
'Kinetic Marker.'
Now, when Kyoya let his quirk stay active, the sheet of paper emitted the same color light as the letters before it.
'It's done.'
The instant Kyoya ceased using his psychokinesis, the glowing faded away.
'Time to preserve and deliver it.'
Chiyo Shuzenji had been a Pro Heroine for a long time. She's seen many people, both young and old, various men, women, and children go through various phases in their lives. The day-to-day adventure of a hero/heroine was never simple, especially for a healer like herself. She had to be ready for any injury, be prepared to heal anyone who needed it. Sometimes, she made it too late, and the guilt of not being able to save someone would loom over her like a vulture.
Although she was past her prime and no longer went to the field, she could feel the expectations of society breathe down her back. She hated it to no end, loathed the circumstances that came with being a hero. Suddenly, people place you on a pedestal and judge you for your jobs done well, forgetting that behind the quirk was still a person. She hated that notion of society.
Luckily, she had not one but two grandsons working together to help satisfy the demands of society. One handled things out in the field and the other tended to patients rushed to his hospital.
Unfortunately, the second grandson was still a student, who should've stayed in his room during such a storm. The keyword being 'should've.' Recovery Girl didn't mind the storm and had prepared for such kind of weather, but her grandson took it upon himself to go out in the storm and surprise her with a psychokinetic umbrella and stupid smile. … She proceeded to jab him all the way to her office.
"You (jab) are (jab) an (jab) idiot."
"Love you too, grandma."
"If you get sick, I'm going to beat you over the head with my cane. What were you thinking?"
"… I'm going to make my move."
"About time, but what – don't change the subject! Boy, if you weren't my precious grandbaby."
Kyoya took the scoldings in stride. Nothing he could do about it anyway; it was just his grandma's way of showing she cared.
Although, he really didn't like being hit by the cane.
Earlier, when a certain admirer went to work on his next letter, the apple of his eye began to stir. The minute Momo opened her eyes, something felt… off. Her normal enthusiasm was gone, vanished as if it never existed. The horrendous storm was part of it. At the beginning of the week, the weather called for clear skies and sunny vibes, but Friday didn't accept that prediction.
Momo ignored the weather. Her mind was playing tricks again. Like yesterday, she saw something glowing on her nightstand.
"Again?" she rubbed her eyes, choosing to pay no heed to the tears. The memories of last flooded her mind. What should've been a good dream about a secret admirer and dancing in the moonlight turned into a mental rollercoaster that tortured her the whole time. It wasn't a big deal all things considered, and Momo hated herself for being so emotional about it, but after some thinking, she found out why her mind was content with Kyoya. Without an accurate description of who her secret admirer could be, her brain tried to soothe her curiosity by using a suitable person that fit most of her criteria. The only person that immediately came to mind was Kyoya. He was taller than Momo. She did imagine a taller partner, and Kyoya's smile had a warming effect that embraced her whenever he gave her one. His grayish-brown eyes were not as intense but did have a sense of curiosity to them. Based on her preference, he was the best choice, but that didn't alleviate the guilt.
Momo confirmed with her very eyes that Kyoya wasn't the admirer. His handwriting didn't match. It was refined but not in the same manner. He did feel some type of way for her, that much Momo was sure. Unfortunately, he was a mere acquaintance while she shared a deeper connection with her admirer. Momo had to set that straight before it got out of hand, like with her girlfriends dragging Midoriya into this situation.
Drowsiness cleared, Momo's vision acclimated to the darkness, or it would have if there wasn't a source of light casting it away.
"What the?" Momo couldn't believe it. She assumed it was her mind playing tricks on her, but lo and behold, the three love letters were emitting a pretty cyan illumination, not too bright and not too dim.
"They're glowing? Since when did they glow?"
Momo took the first letter in hand and shivered from the slight tingling sensation coursing from… the paper?
"What is this?" the sensation spread across her body, and for some reason, it felt oddly familiar. The creationist couldn't put her finger on it. "Were they like this the entire time? No, I would've noticed. I mean, that's impossibly hard to miss."
Studying the words yielded no results. Nothing except the glow was different. Momo reread each letter. By the middle of the second, the glow faded, and the familiar surge vanished with it, leaving Momo feeling rather empty.
"Hmm, this might help," she tapped her chin, mimicking her class's cinnamon roll's iconic thinking pose. He was infectious. "I wonder if Midoriya has any notes about this. A blue glow and strange sensations. What could my admirer wish to accomplish? Nothing's changed, the letters are still the same heart-pounding works of art, so what does the light mean?"
A heavy sigh escaped Yaomomo's pouty lips. "Things just keep getting more and more confusing."
She had never been this stupefied in all her life. "Maybe enlisting Midoriya's help was a blessing after all. Now I just need to clear my head."
She relied on the ambiance of the heavy rain to wash away the dirt of bad thoughts swarming in her head. When she came to U.A., she prioritized her studies above all else. Becoming a Pro was the number one goal. Sure, she hoped to make friends, which she made in abundance, and with a high school setting, it was obvious love was going to blossom.
Of course, she wasn't expecting her love life to involve love letters and mysteries. No matter what Jirou preached, Momo did NOT read erotic novels. She did enjoy the occasional love story, but in no way were they filled with erotic scenes. Yes, the couples engaged in intimacy, but it was natural in a strong, loving relationship, and no, Momo did NOT find pleasure in reading the main heroine being dominated by her male partner and ravished all night long. She was better than that.
Was it destiny someone communicated through her love of reading? After everything she read, how did the vice-president feel? Her heart yearned for the promises of undying love and extensive embraces.
"We'll be meeting very soon. I can feel it."
Recovery Girl sipped her coffee as her grandson straightened up the infirmary. It was nice having such an attentive assistant, but she'd never tell him that. The less he had to ruin his sleep to help her the better.
"Based on the weather, I'm assuming it's a very unlucky day."
"Yep. The spirits are very displeased. They will do whatever it takes to make everyone's life difficult."
"That's foreboding, and what about yesterday? You said everyone would receive good fortune. Well, I didn't have any problematic children to tend to, so that's a plus. How about you, dear?"
When Kyoya's face and ears darkened more than his hair, Chiyo knew she was in for a good time.
"… My crush bumped into me that morning. We talked for a small bit, and I learned she was supposedly struck by an arrow."
"An arrow you say? I wonder what kind," the Youthful Heroine chuckled.
"Later on, she stopped by while you were gone. She had injured herself during training and looked depressed, so I offered my shoulder and a head pat. She refused my shoulder but fell prey to my Venus Caress."
"Venus Caress? Is that what we're calling it now?"
"It's a highly sought-out gesture, and it will be memorialized properly. Anyway, I helped her feel better, and confirmed that she does indeed like what I write."
"To be young again," Recovery Girl shook her head. "And what do you intend to do now?"
Kyoya finished his preparations, hands together in prayer.
"I wrote her one last letter. I'm praying the spirits will calm down by the time she reads it."
"And how do you plan on delivering it?"
Silently answering his grandma's question, Kyoya gathered psychic energy to his hands and pulled them apart. A small ball of energy sparking out of control levitated between his palms. To keep the ball stable, Kyoya weaved his hands around the ball while simultaneously keeping it steady and pouring more of his psychic energy into it.
"Kinetic Construct," his mind shaped the ball, elongating it as appendages emerged from the sphere, four legs, head, and a tail. "Kaiser Hound."
A Doberman with soulless white eyes sat on its hind legs, awaiting its master's orders. Said master kneeled to catch his breath, the effects of his quirk straining him at this level.
"Impressive," Chiyo admired the canine. She petted its head, expecting to pass through, but found its form solid and smooth like glass. It certainly behaved like a normal dog, pressing its snout against the elderly lady in affection. "You've done well with your training, but don't push yourself too hard. I have to deal with enough patients as it is."
"I came this far. I can't slow down now."
Kyoya stood, a slight headache tapping at his brain. Too much strain on the organ was lethal after all, but the second year pushed through. He took the letter from his bag and held it out for the construct, which accepted the task.
"Go to Marker Momo," he told the dog, "Leave the letter there, and make sure you remain undetected."
No sound came from the hound, but it acknowledged the request. Running out of the office, the Doberman sprinted through the school's hallways. It was easy to sneak through the school since only a few faculty members were present. The rain did keep others at bay, giving Kyoya enough time to leave his love letter for the young maiden without anyone finding out. Of course, the principal had eyes everywhere, so it was no use worrying about him, but the headmaster didn't seem to care.
Essentially, Kyoya placed markers in places he frequently visited. Those markers reacted to his quirk being active, hence the lights, and with his constructs, he effectively had eyes in multiple places without him needing to be there. It took a lot to do, however, and he could hardly make one construct without feeling the side effects.
Upon reached its destination, Class 1-A, the hound slid the letter under the door and flung itself through said gate. The construct's composition was still energy and allowed it to pass through the door with ease. Kaiser Hound approached Momo's desk slowly as to not cause a ruckus and dropped the letter on top of it. With its task now complete, the hound guarded the desk and waited for its energy to be released. All the while, Momo's letter shined until the hound disappeared. None was left the wiser, and the master was satisfied with a job well done.
'Thank you, my friend. Now, we wait for the climax.'