Fuck

Shouto was tired, annoyed, and most of all drunk. He just wanted to throw himself into his bed and sleep for eternity after another pointless party he was forced to attend. But for some reason his key wasn't working and he had half a mind to kick the door down. Did his father change the locks on him? Is he finally free from his life as an heir to a company he doesn't want? Of course not, he probably did it to fuck with him.

So Shouto had the bright idea pop into his head of breaking into his own house. *What would piss him off the most?* he pondered and then settled on the classic: breaking through a window. He scoured the yard and finds a rock nearby that he isn't sure why it's there, but he's too inebriated to think about it. As the rock smashes through the window and the satisfying sound of the glass shattering rings, Shouto smiles. He knew his dad would be livid and he couldn't wait to see it.

After climbing inside he tried to find the lightswitch but noticed that there wasn't anything there. In fact, there wasn't even a wall where he was standing. The furniture was nothing like the gaudy mess his father picked out. It looked like a completely different house. Even in his drunken state, Shouto started to piece things together before arriving to the inevitable conclusion and he let out a gasp, "Oh shit."

The lights turned on and he swiveled so fast he almost tipped over, and in his view was a woman who could only be described as beautiful, and also very pissed. Dressed in a delicate nightgown, she held a spear in her hands and from what Shouto could discern, it was real as well as deadly.

"You have 5 seconds to surrender yourself before I put a hole in your chest. The cops are on their way as well. Hands up," she commanded and if Shouto wasn't so terrified of her threat, he'd be excited at the prospect of a beautiful woman threatening him. She had long flowing black hair, sharp eyes, and most of all a figure that would put even supermodels to shame.

Wow I am really drunk, huh

"I said put your hands up!" the woman said with more force and stepped toward him, the spear still raised. He complied and tried to find the right words that would get him out of this mess but to no avail. It wasn't until she stepped closer once again did recognition appear on her face. "Todoroki Shouto?"

He nodded his head so quickly he almost vomited there and then. Thankfully, he managed to hold it in, for all of three seconds before spilling his guts onto the floor below. The woman jumped back and a look of horror spread across her face as she looked back at the man who defiled her wooden floor.

Shouto coughed a few times and wiped his mouth with his sleeve. Thankfully his head was clear enough for him to actually speak, "Sorry about the floor. And the window. And the rock."

"The rock? Nevermind, what the hell are you doing in my house?" the woman asked lowering the spear once and for all. She heard stories about the Todoroki heir and none of them led her to believe he was dangerous. She didn't figure him for a drunkard however, yet here he stood.

"If I'm being honest, I thought it was my house." he said in a voice that knew how ridiculous he sounded.

"Well it's not. You're lucky I'm the only one in tonight because if it was my father he'd have already shot you with a canon by now."

"A cannon?"

"Not important. What is important is you getting out of my house."

"If you don't mind me asking, whose house is this?" Shouto questioned as some of his senses were coming back to him. Which wasn't much but it was a start, " I'd like to know if I'm at least nearby mine."

"Yaoyorozu. If I recall correctly you're not too far from here. Though how you got here in the first place I have no clue. I'm Momo, their daughter." Momo said as she peered over to the front door. She figured the police would be here any moment. The silent alarm was activated for a while now and they always arrived quickly for people of her status.

"Oh, that's good to hear. Nice to meet you Ms. Yaoyorozu. I'm Shouto."

"Yes, I am aware. It's hard not to notice with the scar." Momo said as she rolled her eyes. She hated dealing with intoxicated individuals. She didn't notice Shouto flinch at the mention of the word scar and assumed it was from the rapping of the door at the same time. She strode over to the door and found multiple police vehicles in her driveway. A portly male officer stood in front of her hands on his holster, but he relaxed as soon as he saw her.

"Good evening Ms. Yaoyorozu." the officer said with a tip of his cap.

"Yes yes, everything's fine. False alarm. I accidently threw a book out of the window and forgot about the alarm until this moment."

"A book?"

"Are you questioning me officer," Momo asked with an edge in her voice and gave the man a glare that would make any normal person cower in fear.

"No Ma'am! We'll be on our way, sorry for the disturbance," the officer quickly bowed his head and made his way back to the other cars while waving them off. Momo shut the door behind her and looked to face Shouto who was still standing in the same spot. His eyes were wide with shock at the fact he wasn't in handcuffs at the moment. He wasn't sure if it was because of her benevolence or because she was going to do something much worse to him.

Momo sighed and walked over to Shouto and snapped her fingers in his face, breaking him out of his stupor. "You're lucky you didn't do any real damage or I wouldn't have been so forgiving. I'll send you the bill tomorrow for the cleanup and replacement of my window. But for now, it's time for you to leave. Do you need me to call you an uber?"

Shouto barely processed the information he was given, as he was so transfixed by Momo's eyes that he couldn't even answer her. Even if said eyes were giving him a look of pure disdain. He wanted to blame the alcohol again, but he wasn't so sure this time. Another snap brought him to attention and he realized he needed to actually answer the woman he was staring at.

"No, I'll be fine with walking. It'll help sober me up if anything. I'm sorry about all of...this," he gestured to his mess of bile and glass, "I hope we can forget all about this."

"That would suit me just fine. Now if you'll excuse me I have the rest of my night to finish up, before it was so rudely interrupted," Momo remarked. Out of courtesy she opened the door for Shouto and this time there were no police outside. He carefully walked out and down the steps of her house, or as he realized, her mansion. He couldn't help but look behind him as he saw Momo making sure he was well and gone before closing the door. Her piercing gaze bore into him and yet he couldn't look away.

What little brain cells he had left in his head decided his next move, and it would be one that he would cringe at the memory of for the rest of his life. Without stopping to think he asked, "Would you like to go out sometime?" in a tone that was louder than it should have been for time at night it was.

Momo's look went from disdain to disgust as she groaned and slammed the door. The noise broke the spell he was in and he pinched the bridge of his nose at his stupidity. A small part of him hoped to never see her again because there was no way she could stand him after tonight. But a much larger part wanted the opposite to happen. Because as he participated in his own walk of shame he couldn't help but think of one thing. One woman who had captured his imagination and now had the absolute worst possible impression of him. He had fallen in love with Yaoyorozu Momo.

Fuck