A/N: This has been a fun story to write. I can't wait to do more, and if you'd like to see more of Kyoya and even his brother appear in future stories, let me know.

Also, if the formatting of this chapter is weird, it's because I used the app to upload this. I will fix it as soon as I get back from my trip. Please forgive me.

Without further ado, enjoy guys!

To my one true Momo,

By the time you read this, I'm praying the spirits have calmed down, and the horrible storm that unexpectedly reared its ugly head into our lives has vanished. I was not anticipating this amount of discord in the spirits' judgment, and so, I felt the need to get my thoughts across much sooner before something bad occurred. I hope you're doing well. The spirits would awaken a terrible enemy if their displeasure harmed you in any manner.

I understand the untimely arrival of my letter may be confusing, to say the least, but I ask that you forgive me. It wasn't supposed to be this way. As I said, the spirits, as of writing this, are very displeased and will seek to bring misfortune. That being said, I have something I must confess while I might be able to.

This will be my last letter, the last chapter of our love affair until you bring the denouement. In this one, I wish to say what's been on my mind since I delivered the first letter almost a month ago, so sit back, relax, and enjoy the ride. It's going to be a long one.

I'm truly a coward, hiding behind words I can only say on paper instead of being a man and getting to know you face-to-face. If I came off as stalkerish, I deeply apologize. I had no intentions of frightening you or making you feel uncomfortable with my confession. I truly love you from the bottom of my heart, but if I must, I will set you free. I will never bother you ever again and live on as if none of this happened. I deluded myself into thinking I ever had a chance when I probably ruined it with my first declaration. Nevertheless, I am glad I was able to converse with you, despite it being one-sided. You know exactly how I feel, and yet, all this time, I have no inkling of your feelings, but it's okay. I didn't let these emotions go unsaid. Even if you reject me, I will not be saddened. However, I must ask. Do you feel something for me too? Had our story awakened feelings inside you that you wish to confirm are real? Would you believe me if I assumed you didn't?

I was aware of the various possibilities and sought to trump them, but in my mission, my deluded fantasies, I failed to consider two basic factors. What if you weren't simply interested, or worst, what if someone else already claimed your heart? The time I spent courting you would've been for naught. Although, I can live with that. You know what my feelings are, and that's enough for me. I can make peace with that. Ruining your happiness, I cannot. Maybe that's why the spirits are so displeased. Perhaps my persistence brought about this tense atmosphere. If so, it's my burden to bear. I will bear the brunt of the onslaught of the spirits, and hopefully, that will be enough to atone for my actions. You do not deserve to suffer from my impudence. You also deserve someone who can put a smile on your face and keep your shine full of light, and if that someone isn't me, I will be happy so long as you're happy. It would be foolish of me to believe you didn't have others vying for your attention when you are such an amazing person.

On the off chance my fears are not warranted, I have no words to describe the joy that brings me, but I won't get my hopes up. I know you're tired of being left in the dark, wondering who the person behind the pen and paper is. I'm sure you and your friends have plotted to unravel my identity, but there's no need for that. While I won't come out and say it, I will give you some questions to help soothe your mind. An intellectual such as yourself should have no troubles.

Here we go.

First, few can tell this secret truthfully while many tell it in lies. I am the present that can cause your greatest happiness or can be the sword that begets your deepest sorrow. It doesn't matter which one, something will come back tomorrow. What am I?

Second, I am the only one who doesn't have it. Those who do are often afraid of using it. While it come in many dissimilarities, none are as exquisite as yours. I had one, lost it, and can never use it again, but if I could, I'd use it every day. What is it?

Lastly, we all hail from many different facets of life, but the instinct of human nature is to see the outside before delving into the details that set a person apart from others. Looks can be deceiving, but actions never lie, and mine are the only way to understand the inner machinations of my mind. I saw you at your worst and wanted to see you shine at your best. I offer encouragement and help ease the pain of the people. Who am I?

Keep this letter on your person and wait for the hound to guide you back, or if you're too impatient, seek me out. Once we meet, all will be revealed, just don't be disappointed by what you find. Until then, Kitty, have a nice day and thank you for entertaining my imagination. Even a horrible storm cannot obstruct the ethereal rays of your beauty.

The room was silent after Momo's narration. Several seconds ticked by before the silence was broken by three choked sobs, courtesy of Mina, Tooru, and Ochako.

"Okay," the Alien Queen wiped her face but the tears nor her hiccups wouldn't stop, "I *sniff* I need a moment."

"That was beautiful," whimpered the invisible girl.

"Can *sniff* Can I have a tissue please?" requested the brunette.

Tsuyu handed the crying audience a few tissues. In truth, she was having a hard time remaining composed, a melancholic "Kero" making itself known.

"Phew, that was heavy," a relaxing Jirou breathed. Her heart was pounding. This was the kind of letters Momo received? "How are you holding up, Yaomomo?"

The vice-president did her absolute best, and failed, to keep from crying. She tried so hard, and failed, to not bawl, but it was taking every fiber of her being to resist. Her hands trembled, roughing up the paper that endured the creationist's tight grip.

"I'm okay," her voice squeaked, "I'm fine."

"Your heart sounds like it's about to burst," Jirou commented, her impressive hearing picking up the hammering of her best friend's chest.

"It's okay," the squeak in Momo's voice did not convince the ladies. "I'll be fine. Someone, tell Midoriya to abort the mission and meet here."

"I'll tell him," Ochako cleared her face before informing the green cinnamon roll.

Because of the severity of the sudden storm, classes were canceled. Nezu allowed the use of the indoor training facilities and let the teacher offer some tutoring to those who needed it. Of course, going to and from campus was strictly advised with caution.

With the day free, the girls of Class 1-A, much to their dismay, hurried back to the dorms after Momo noticed the letter on her desk and hearing classes were dismissed. They retreated to Momo's room and began discussions.

"Kero, they sounded really sad this time," Tsuyu commented, "Very remorseful."

"Like he was ashamed of himself," Jirou added, to which the frog girl nodded in agreement. "I don't see why, but I guess I can't comprehend their thinking."

"Momo, if you don't snatch this guy up before someone else does, I will be extremely upset," Mina stated with teary eyes, "He's basically saying it's time to hook up."

"I know," Momo cleaned her face and released a calming breath. Her heart was racing. Out of all the letters, this one was the most vivid. As she read, her vision grew blurry until the lines were incomprehensible. Halfway through, she wanted to stop and let Mina continue in her place, but something compelled her to read the letter out in its entirety, and she wasn't disappointed.

"I know what you're saying, but I don't think my heart is ready. I-I need time."

"Well, better make time. Who knows when that hound will show up?"

"What does that even mean? Is some random dog going to show up at our door?" asked the invisible Tooru.

"Maybe their quirk is animal-based?" Ochako suggested. "It could be similar to Koda's. Also, Deku-kun said he'll be here shortly."

"It's not animal-based," Momo focused on the three questions left behind. She needed a distraction from the hurricane of emotions swirling around within her. "I'm not sure, but I think my admirer's quirk is based on light. I'll wait for Midoriya to arrive before elaborating."

'Now then, greatest happiness or deepest sorrow, only few can tell it and mean it. If not for that first sentence, I would say knowledge. Knowledge is power and can be rewarding but knowing something can cause you pain if circumstances prevent you from using it.'

Just before Momo could dig deeper into the question, rapping at the door halted the conversations.

"Come in!" she yelled out.

"Umm, I-I'm here now," Midoriya hesitantly peeked his head in.

"Welcome, Midori," Mina greeted him with an enthusiastic wave, "Well, don't just stand there. Get in here."

Although he's been in Momo's room before, it still made Midoriya extremely anxious. He kindly shut the door behind him and refused to go any further.

"Thank you for coming, Midoriya. I'm sorry we made you go back through the rain. Please, have a seat."

"I-It's no p-problem. I'm fine r-right here though."

"Don't be like that, Midoriya," Tooru stealthily seized his arm and coaxed him between Tsuyu and Ochako once again. He didn't like the smirks on Mina and Jirou's faces as his seatmates seem to react instantly to his presence and scooted closer.

"Can't catch a break, can you, dude?" the punk rocker showed her teeth.

"I s-suppose," the ground looked very interesting as Midoriya fought the thought of being surrounded by his entire female classmates, "S-So, Uraraka said I n-no longer have t-to gather information, r-right?"

"That's correct. It seems my admirer knew we'd try to search them out. That's fine though; I would've hated having you do all that work. However, there's something else I must draw your attention to," Momo handed the ninth inheritor of One for All one of the previous letters, "Early this morning, I woke up and noticed a strange light coming from my nightstand."

"Strange light?" he parroted.

"Yes, I thought I was imagining it again because I noticed the same light the other day, but today, the letters were glowing. I was wondering if you might know someone whose quirk involves a blue light."

When Midoriya went hyper-focused, he was more oblivious to the outside world. Taking advantage of that, the two girls beside him leaned on him as he mumbled his thoughts, cheeks flushed on their faces. It was obvious to the rest that Ochako and Tsuyu were in love with the boy.

'They would make a cute couple. It's great to be in love.' Momo was happy she could experience the same feelings.

'…Wait a minute. Love, of course!' Momo had an epiphany. 'Only a few people can tell someone they love them and mean it. Love can be the greatest present to never-ending happiness or the dagger that can be your biggest sadness. Of course, they said it on the first letter.'

"The only person that comes to mind is Shuzenji-san," Midoriya answered, not knowing how close he was to the two girls on either side of him.

"But Momo said she already confirmed it wasn't him," Tooru replied.

The raven-haired student was thorough in her quick investigation. "She's right, I made sure. What's his quirk though? In short please."

As much as Class 1-A enjoyed their cinnamon roll, get him talking about quirks and it was impossible to stop him without needed force.

"Psychokinesis, the ability to move things with his mind. If you've heard of telekinesis, it's the same thing."

"Hmm, move things with his mind," Momo already had a few ideas cooking.

"Every time he uses it, his body becomes encased in a blue outline, and any object under his quirk's influence has the same glow."

"That's good to know, but it doesn't tie back into the glowing paper. Nothing changed when I picked it up during. It was just glowing, and I doubt Shuzenji-san can influence objects so far away, especially when he can't see what's being controlled."

'Everyone has something you lack and are sometimes afraid of using it. At one point, you had one, but something caused you to lose it, and yet, mine is highly praised. Can't be a quirk, the glowing paper is evident, unless glow in the dark paper exists and I never knew.'

Momo heard Jirou humming and smiled. She had a lovely voice, and Momo wished she wasn't so insecure about it. There's nothing wrong with being musically talented.

'Such a lovely voice. If only she sang more openly. … WAIT! That's it! A voice! People are afraid to speak up, and everyone has a voice unique to them. Although, various causes can result in the loss of one's voice. Do they not have a voice?'

"Hey, Midoriya? If it's not too personal, can you tell us why Shuzenji-san uses a whiteboard to communicate? Can he not speak?"

"You know, I've always wondered the same thing," Mina looked to the quirk enthusiast, "Does he not like his voice?"

Izuku rubbed the back of his head, unsure if it was his place to say. When Kyoya first told him, the second year wasn't ashamed or anything. He didn't care at all if Izuku knew.

"W-Well, when he was younger, he was involved in a villain attack and suffered a throat injury. He hasn't been able to speak since. That's why he uses his whiteboard."

"He's really fast at writing, kero," Tsuyu giggled.

"Almost as fast as Deku-kun when he's taking hero notes," Ochako chuckled at her friend's reddening face.

"I mean, heroes are amazing, and everyone has such a cool quirk. I can't help myself. My hands need to be constantly working or I'll go insane."

"Mood," Jirou raised her fist, "I'm the same way with music."

Meanwhile, Momo was deep in thought, getting all her clues together.

'Glowing paper delivered by a person who has no voice and claims his love for me is the truth. Shuzenji-san doesn't have a voice. He might like me, but his quirk doesn't match up. What am I missing? Think, Momo. Think!'

She referred to her letters, trying to pinpoint some causality between the two. It was safe to say Kyoya was the prime candidate now, but Momo wanted to make absolutely sure before jumping to conclusions.

"Continue to shine," she recalled the last phrase at the end of the third letter.

'Continue to shine. Do not let the vicissitudes of life bring you down, but instead, keep your head high and face the obstacles with a smile. Keep your eyes, that remind him of diamonds, on the prize. Shining. … Shining. … Shine.'

"You're more beautiful when you shine."

The loud gasp that exploded from Momo's lips made the room jump, prompting everyone to get in combat stances.

"Momo, you can't be doing that!" Jirou put a hand to her chest, her heartbeat calming, "You trying to give us a heart attack?"

"I figured it out," was the lovestruck teen's response.

"You know your Romeo?" Mina grew excited, she and Tooru bouncing on the balls of their feet.

'Yes, and how he possibly wrote these letters. I should've picked up on it sooner! How could I have missed it?'

"I remember a line from my last letter. Continue to shine. When Shuzenji-san tended to my wound yesterday, he mentioned how much better I look when I shine. I highly doubt two people can use such similar phrasing, and think about the questions. The present that can be my greatest happiness, his love. A feature he lacks that everyone is afraid to use, his voice. He saw me at my worst, blindsided by my happiness, and helped me shine and offer encouragement after the pain."

"His head pats!" Tooru cheered.

"Correct, and as for how he wrote the letters, he used his quirk as a medium."

Midoriya caught on to the creationist's train of thought.

"Of course, by using his quirk to control the pen, he can make sure his handwriting can't be traced back."

"Which is why his didn't match at first," Momo continued, a smile threatening to split her face in two, "It was his way of throwing me off his trail."

"But how did he deliver them without the teachers noticing?" Uraraka inquired. "I don't think floating paper would go unnoticed by trained heroes."

It was Tsuyu's turn to impart her wisdom.

"The hound, kero," she had all eyes on her, "The most recent letter said to wait until the hound shows up to guide Momo back. What if he used the same hound to deliver the letter?"

"That would mean his quirk allows him to conjure creatures and use them in a variety of ways. He could essentially know multiple places without needing to visit them," Midoriya magically pulled out his notebook and got to writing, "Bird's eye view, guard dogs, reconnaissance mice; he can do so much."

"And what about the glowing?" the violent-haired rocker brought back up.

"Side effect maybe? That's the only thing I haven't figured out," Momo answered, "But it's okay. I have more than enough evidence. It's Shuzenji-san. There's no doubt in my mind."

After all this time, Momo found some closure. The long unanswered question of her admirer's identity had finally been resolved. A weight the size of Japan left her shoulders, leaving her body swaying back and forth in bliss.

"We're happy for you, Momo," Mina patted the ecstatic teen on the back, "Now go wash up. You have an admirer to meet with."

No one was able to comprehend the speed at which Momo moved after hearing that. If not for her quirk already being known, they would assume it was speed-related.

"Side note, possible second quirk or has been holding back this whole time," Midoriya jotted down, much to the laughter of the girls.

The spirits remained displeased, and the storm caused by their anger refused to calm down. Kyoya figured this might happen, but a tiny bit of hope was steadfast in the thought the fickle creatures would comply with his wishes.

'I need to stop talking to the spirits.'

He had more important things to ponder. The hour of reckoning was almost upon him. His heart was about to be tested.

'I know she got Midoriya to help. He's a smart boy. They probably already figured out it's me, but should I abide by my words or wait for her to find me?'

Kyoya was ready. Whether things went as planned or turned sour, it would not bother him in the slightest. A small twinge entered his chest when he imagined things going south, but as a man, he had to accept it. He poured his heart out and felt relieved about not letting anything stay hidden. He described his fears, his happiness, his desires to stand by Momo's side. The only thing he could do was wait.

'I wish U.A. had more romantic places. Although, if the spirits weren't being such assholes right now!'

As if hearing the psychic's thoughts, a thunderous roar broke the sound barrier.

'I'll say it a thousand times!'

He brainstormed ideas to use the rain to his advantage, but he perished the thoughts.

'Grandma would kill me, and I'd feel bad about confessing in a storm this horrible. We'd have pneumonia for sure.'

The novelist in him sprang forth. His best option was to use the infirmary and hope no one interrupted.

'Can't help the situation, I suppose. Let's do this!'

At long last, it was time for Momo to see the resolution of her story. For nearly a month, she had fallen in love with the string of words singing in her head, pondering when the next installment would fall on her desk. It led her through various emotions, but after the journey, she could finally find solace.

Momo freshened up and changed clothes. She wanted to be presentable for the young man who made her feel a certain type of way. Something in the vice-president's heart stirred, an unknown feeling she hadn't felt before. A strong love for someone, not in a friendly way, but something more. She wanted to confirm it and not pass it off as a simple crush.

'Deep breaths, Momo. You've got everything figured out. You have all your cards.'

There was only one place Momo could think of that her suitor. would hide. With nothing left to do, Momo threw on her best rain gear and braved the elements for the third time. It was stupid, she knew the risks, but she didn't care.

Upon arriving at her destination, she found the door to the infirmary locked with a note that said, "Private Meeting in Progress."

"Hm, clever," she knew it wasn't true, at least, not yet anyway. It was a message to ward people away. Undeterred, Momo took one last deep breath, made sure she had everything before knocking on the door.

"Shuzenji-san, are you in there? It's Yaoyoruzu from Class 1-A."

'Okay, Kyoya, it's showtime.'

Nothing happened at first, but after a brief silence, the door slid opened and revealed the psychic assistant. His poker face, while the best Momo had ever seen, already had cracks. He was delighted to see the onyx-haired junior, and the massive smile on Momo's face told him she felt the same.

Kyoya waved Momo inside and shut the door behind her. His back faced her, large and broad like a mighty shield that could deflect any attack. Did he dare pray to the spirits for help? No, if they were feeling generous, the mood would be a lot better. As it stood, Kyoya was on his own. Knowing this, he faced Momo and gave her his undivided attention, a warm smile growing on his face as he nodded curtly in greeting. His response was a small curtsey from the apple of his eye, after which she began taking off her wet rain clothes.

"You're a clever sneak," Momo said with a hint of playfulness. She adorned a white, buttoned-up blouse with a long black skirt, leggings, and brown, short-heeled boots. She looked professional, her outfit snug around her mature physique. The air surrounding her was that of an adult, and she knew how to use it to its utmost limits.

Kyoya tried not to stare. He was a gentleman, and leering at ladies, even his crush, was supposed to be done in small amounts, three seconds max.

"I should've picked up on it sooner, but you had me enraptured by your words," Momo dug into her jacket and revealed five sheets of paper preserved in sheet protectors. She was enamored by the calligraphy. "You wrote these beautiful letters. You're my secret admirer."

Kyoya averted his head and rubbed the mysterious crick in his neck.

"You used your quirk to write them," Momo began explaining how she and her friends, which Kyoya called, narrowed it down, "It was cunning how you threw us off like that, but we eventually got it in the end. Luckily, one of our friends is a nerd for quirks."

Kyoya's body imitated a chuckle but no sounds came out. He was under Momo's feline-like gaze.

"Your letters were some of the best pieces of literature I've ever read. I intended to write back, and I discovered how hard it must've been for you to come up with three letters. It took me until two in the morning to write one. I have a lot of respect for you in that regard," she found herself hesitating, "In my hand, I hold that letter."

Her response document crinkled in her hand, her mind wondering if a master would enjoy an amateur's attempt. Swallowing this fear, Momo stepped closer and held her hand up like a princess waiting for her knight.

"Will you listen to what I have to say?"

It was a meager request, one Kyoya accepted by grasping Momo's hand so gently. Without words, Momo coaxed him into taking a seat on the closest bed and then settled on the adjacent one, sitting across from the psychic with her hands in her lap.

"I've never done this before, so forgive me if it comes out mediocre."

Kyoya remembered that look. As an aspiring novelist, getting feedback was all it took to make or break your dream. Criticism was a hard road to avoid, and Kyoya refused to let his crush wallow in such insecurity. Before he could even grasp his actions, his hand was already moving, reaching out, and landing on Momo's pretty head. He tousled her locks, careful not to ruin her beautiful hair.

The effects were instant. Momo, her eyes widening, felt her breath halt as Kyoya used his special move, Venus Caress, to erase the worries plaguing her thoughts. Slowly, her face went through several shades of red before settling on one, her smile returning more glorious than ever to the point even Aoyama would be challenged by such sparkles.

"Thank you," she said, voice soft, "You do give the best head pats."

"So I've been told," Kyoya's whiteboard and marker magically appeared. He motioned for Momo to continue, the floor now hers.

Swallowing her nerves, Momo began reading.

Dear Secret Admirer,

Please listen to what I must say. Under no circumstances am I unhappy with the letters. I cannot begin to tell you how much I appreciate them. They are very beautiful and well-written, and if it's not too much trouble, I would love it if you wrote more often, like say, twice a week rather than one? Please?

I'm sorry. I'm demanding a lot and haven't even asked how you're doing yet. I hope you're healthy. If you're not feeling okay, please don't stress yourself for my sake. Your wellness takes precedent, okay? That being said, I hope your grades haven't slipped because of your endeavors, which, again, are very much appreciated. Before anything, you are a student of U.A. Your academics are important too.

I will continue to shine if you continue to excel.

May my words reach you, and thank you.

Sincerely,

Yaoyorozu Momo

A moment of silence fell upon the couple, broken by Kyoya's round of applause and approving smile.

Momo hid her face, but there was no mistaking the pleased smile on her lips.

"I… Thank you, I'm glad you liked it," she said, "I was intending to give you this letter when you delivered your next one. However, I see our plans needed to be altered."

A flash of lightning struck outside. It went ignored as the occupants focused on the person sitting before them instead.

"I'm sorry this is where we must have our meeting." Kyoya lowered his head apologetically.

Momo squeezed Kyoya's hand, "Don't worry. I'm not offended by it. I'm just glad I finally get to see the author behind the letters. In the beginning, I was sure someone from my class was playing a prank on me, but when you sent me those flowers and the second letter, I perished the thought."

It was up in the air who had the faster writing speed, Kyoya or Izuku.

"Would you like to see how I do it?"

Momo didn't hesitate. "Yes, I would love to."

His ritual always began with a prayer, giving thanks to the spirits for blessing him with this power. They responded with a glow, which Momo heavily recognized, and let his quirk come to life. Immediately, Momo noticed the same glow appearing around the four love letters.

The psychic student extended his arm forward and swept it to the side, influencing his backpack into relinquishing his favorite ballpoint pen. With his other hand, he controlled the lone desk, opened its drawer, and levitated a sheet of paper onto its surface. The pen flew onto the desk next to it and awaited the master's orders.

All it took was one finger to command the writing utensil into performing a short symphony. Drawing patterns in the air like a conductor, Kyoya put on a show for Momo as she watched with rapt attention, never taking her eyes off the dazzling display of the upperclassman performing his passion.

It didn't take long for Kyoya's show to conclude. He made the message short and sweet, using his quirk to guide it to Momo's awaiting hands.

'It's the same. It really is him.'

"May I read it?" she inquired first.

Kyoya retook his seat and gave her the floor.

Momo braced herself.

There's no need to hide anymore.

Hey there, Kitty. You finally figured it out. I knew you would. You're really smart but allow me to fill in the holes. My quirk uses a type of energy to command things or shape matter. To make my letters glow, I imbue my letters with a tiny amount of this energy, and every time I activate my quirk, the letters light up in response. With these "markers," I'm never lost, but I just wanted to give you a little nightlight.

Now, onto the important stuff. As you've figured out, I'm your admirer. What does this mean as of now? You already know my thoughts and feelings on the matter, but I wish to know how YOU feel. Tell me YOUR thoughts, Kitty. Do you want to continue this love story with me as your partner, or is this our denouement? I want to hear from you.

Your Admirer – Kyoya Shuzenji

P.S. – You look gorgeous

Momo touched her cheek, the heat rising.

"This is exactly the kind of writing I expected. Your mental handwriting makes it all the better. Thank you. I know I've said that a lot but thank you so much. I wanted to look good for our meeting."

'Oh, you're breathtaking. Give you some glasses and you'd make guys drop dead.'

"As for how I feel," Momo noticed Kyoya's concentration increased. He was hanging on every word. "Well, I certainly can't stop smiling. You made me feel like the happiest girl in the world. Every day since the second letter, I couldn't wait to hear from you. I have a crush on you," she declared, "That wasn't the hardest part. Convincing myself it was you and not the letters was truly difficult. I don't recall developing feelings for anyone as intense as this. It's all so new to me, but I don't hate the idea. The idea of us, I doubt I can meet another person can mesmerize me the same way you do."

'Don't cry Kyoya, you're a man. Don't cry damn it!'

"I can use my quirk for simple telepathy like Mandalay, but only for a couple of minutes at a time. Other than that, this is my only form of verbal communication. Are you okay with a mute as your boyfriend?"

"Are you okay with one of your juniors as your girlfriend?"

'That was the hardest part for me to accept.' Kyoya nodded regardless and took Momo's hand in his, pleased with how perfectly it fit.

"Then I don't have any qualms either. Do note, though, that I get priority on your head pats. You can still give people one, but I get multiple."

If he could laugh, he would. If he could say how much he enjoyed the embrace between him and the creationist, he would. She was doing a lot on her part to ensnare him, and it was working like a charm.

Momo buried her face in the crook of Kyoya's neck, fighting back the tears that threatened to leak from her eyes. The soothing stroke of the psychic student's hand caressing the back of her head had a lulling effect. A wave of drowsiness washed over the vice-president. She couldn't afford to sleep just yet though, not without officially sealing the deal. She cupped the right side of Kyoya's cheek and gauged his reaction as their faces drew nearer, and Momo's eyes closed to better enjoy the sensation. Like in his letter, Kyoya did not resist. Instead, he gave into the feeling and let the enchanting Momo beguile him.

The sweetness of passion condensed a million thoughts into a single moment. None of his letters could replicate the emotion that evolved their chemistry into a bright, roaring flame, souls igniting with a burning promise. The same promises that were made on paper became real at that moment. In that kiss, Kyoya and Momo accepted the other's passion.

"Wow," Momo said the same thing that was on Kyoya's mind.

He concurred with another curt nod.

"Was that your first?"

"Yes, and I assume it was yours as well?"

"Disappointingly, yep, it was."

"Don't say that. I have even less experience, but we can learn together. It's part of being in a relationship, right?"

"… You're something else, Kitty. Can I keep calling you that?"

"Of course," Momo beamed, "I don't mind at all. Oh, but I need to come up with a pet name for you."

Kyoya was going to write something, but the determined expression on his new girlfriend's face made him second guess it.

"Hmm, a big guy who is a nice cuddle buddy and exudes warmth," a snap of her finger, and Momo had her idea, "I got it. Teddy."

The creationist looked extremely proud while "Teddy" had his head cocked to the side.

"As in Teddy Bear?"

"Mhm, you're nice and comforting, and your large stature reminds me of a giant teddy bear. I can cuddle with you for hours, so Teddy will be my pet name for you."

'Why is she so freaking adorable?'

"I like it."

Momo hugged the teddy bear and pressed a soft kiss to his cheek.

"My new boyfriend, Kyoya," she giggled at the word 'boyfriend.'

Said boyfriend wished he could say girlfriend back. He opened his mouth and tried to speak, but the heat and strain from his neck injury forced a wince.

"You okay?" Momo asked in a panic. "Sorry, did I hug you too strongly?"

Kyoya shook his head and retried his speech.

"I," a raspy and painful sound came from his lips, "I…I," it was arduous to continue. His throat felt like it was on fire and a million needles were prickling him every time his larynx vibrated.

"Stop," Momo demanded, "I know about your injury. You don't have to say anything."

Kyoya wasn't satisfied with that answer though. He seized Momo's hands and pulled her in for another kiss.

"I… l-love… y-you… M-M-Mo-Momo, K-Kitty," his throat burned, but the psychic tolerated it just to say those five words. Writing it wasn't enough, and using his quirk made it less impactful. He wanted to use his normal voice, even if it was broken.

The fairy of love fired another arrow and pierced through Momo's chest, her hand grabbing her breast to still her rapidly beating heart that skipped a beat. She tried not to get emotional, but it was too late. The tears of joy had arrived.

"Me too," she threw her arms around Kyoya's neck and cried into his chest as they stood up, "I love you too, Kyoya, Teddy."

Kyoya held the overjoyed girl tight. He fought back his own tears of joy and simply enjoyed the company of his beautiful kitty cat, who nuzzled deeper in his loving embrace.

'Let's fucking go! Fuck you, spirits!' the psychic screamed in his head while absentmindedly twirling Momo around the room, her laughter filling the romantic silence.

Unbeknownst to the couple, their meeting was being surveillanced by a certain nurse, who shed a tear at the sight. She made a note to send the footage to her first grandson and punish the mute one for commandeering her office. She would let him enjoy the moment for now, but her cane would have a few words to say.

"If only they could see him now. I bet my son is crying in heaven right now, aren't you, Kuro-kun? Don't encourage grandkids either, Tamoyo-chan. Kyo-kun doesn't need that right now."

Chiyo sipped her tea. On the camera, the flustered couple shared a long kiss, oblivious to anyone watching. The Youthful Heroine couldn't remember the last time her grandbaby looked so happy.

"Even on an ugly day like this, you managed to write me a loving story. Don't ever change, Kyo. Enjoy yourself, and you too, Yaoyoruzu. Treat my grandson right, or he won't be the only one my cane has a few words with.

She saw the two separate and shudder with scared looks on their faces. Chiyo chuckled to herself, knowing her wrath was feared even without her being there to administer it. Such was the power of a protective guardian, the power of a doting grandmother. Recovery Girl turned from the screen.

"They remind me so much you two, Kuro-kun, Tamoyo-chan, so much that it hurts not having you here to watch. Wherever you are, I hope you're happy to see your baby boy grow up. Please, watch over them, and may your souls rest in peace."

The End!