Itsuka looked at the students of her sister class gathered on the field, taking note of all of them. She would possibly interact with them one day, if not in the field, then in passing in the cafeteria.
"Those are the Class A student's. You may get some joint training with them in the future, but let's focus on ourselves now. Gym Gamma is this way."
Setsuna walked up behind Itsuka and wrapped an arm around her neck with a smile.
"Scoping out Yaoyorozu again, eh, Kendou friendo?"
"No… I… maybe. We can discuss it later." Itsuka sighed, looking back at Momo once more before trying to get her head on straight.
"Sure, sure. I've gotcha. I met her once before at the entrance exam for recommended students," Setsuna stretched out her arms, doing a few windmills and windups.
"Don't wind up too much, Tokage. We're in a gym. We won't be throwing any balls in here," Vlad spoke, arms crossed as he addressed the Class.
"Hey, just limbering up, Sensei. Not like I can throw very far with my quirk. Kendou can probably launch it like a catapult though"
Itsuka rubbed her arm bashfully. She was not a cocky person by any means. She wasn't lacking in confidence either but being put on the spot so suddenly took her aback.
"I guess. I actually played baseball for a few years so probably."
Setsuna avoided flirting too heavily in front of their teacher but she but her lip ever so slightly.
Tomboys. Rawr~, she thought. It seemed like her new friend had it pretty bad for the Yaoyorozu girl, so it was even more reason to hold her tongue.
The training got under way, with everyone showing off what they could do. Itsuka could not help but be impressed by her class. From the American girl with horns to the short stocky boy who could absorb and deal back double any attack he took, class 1-B was noteworthy to the teenage girl.
And that wasn't even touching on what her new friends could do. Yui was able to find creative solutions for the standard training exercises, shrinking and growing several objects she kept in her pockets. The blonde boy from earlier was rather handsy, touching people's shoulders as if he had known everyone longer than was possible. Itsuka soon figured out why, as he copied abilities one at a time.
And then there was Setsuna, who split herself up into pieces in order to cross the finish line for the 100 meter dash.
When her turn came up, Itsuka took a deep breath and got her head in the game, putting her athleticism to the test, as well as her quirk. As the results were tallied, the redhead found herself towards the top of her class rankings.
"Hopefully you get to say hi to your friend soon. I heard her homeroom teacher expelled an entire class last year."
"Wait, what?"
Suddenly, Itsuka became very concerned and felt a pull to rush out to where 1-A was. She restrained herself, however. She was always looked at as more even keeled. She looked out for her brother and her middle school friends. Her instinct to protect Momo just when she was back in her sights was strong. However, staying at UA was equally important, especially after all that work to get in. Momo would agree.
"Are you ok, Kendou? You seem distracted."
"I'm fine. Sorry, sir. Just concerned for my fellow students in Class A is all."
Vlad King nodded gruffly before smiling with one eye open. He was far more friendly than his imposing demeanor let on.
"That is very noble, Kendou, but focus on bettering yourself. Besides, Aizawa is more of a softy than he lets on, so you might not have to worry too much. He just likes to keep his kids on his toes."
"I see. That's a relief. Guess I can focus on embodying that Plus Ultra spirit," Itsuka grinned pensively, her worries slowly melting away but not yet gone.
Vlad stroked his chin and smirked. This batch of students might just give Eraser a run for his money, he thought. "That is what I like to see. How about after this, we see about going outside. If a recommended student speaks highly of you, I think I might have to take notice."
"Maybe, but it feels unfair not to let everyone else have the chance. I think you will have to wait, Sensei."
"You have good judgement, Kendou. Alright. We'll have to make do. Now keep doing your best."
As the quirk apprehension wound down, Vlad King tallied the initial rankings. Some of the students lamented their output while others were satisfied. Itsuka saw her results, placing her near the top. She couldn't help but smile but it still didn't feel real. The last thought that ran through her head on the way back to class was "I wonder how she did?"
X
A couple days had passed. Everyone had started getting acquainted, though there were still some growing pains. It was still early on so not everyone had gotten to know each other so quickly.
"So you went to a private middle school? Fancy! I didn't have that growin' up," a brunette with a lightly chubby frame whistled as she changed into her hero costume.
"That is correct, Uraraka-san. My parents moved us when I was young and we are living in an estate that has been in my family's name for some time. I used to be closer to Chiba."
"You can call me Ochako. No need to be too formal. But...Whoa! That is cool! Did you have any friends there?" Ochako blurted out in excitement
"Yeah! You must be super popular! Pretty, rich, and smart: that is a major combination!" Another girl squealed, her invisible body wiggling from utter giddiness, as if the prospect of girl talk filled her to the brim with vitality.
Momo was used to attention but it was kind of a relief to be making new friends so quickly. Still, the ravenette felt the need to be reserved. She was recommended afterall and wanted to set a good example. Still, it was nice to come out of her shell she supposed.
"Mostly my books. I wasn't the most social child, Hagakure. Not by choice, at least I was mostly in the company of my library or the staff or my family… but there was a girl I was really close to...I haven't heard from her in ages,sadly."
Ochaco and Tooru hung on her every word, but Momo herself had trailed off as her thoughts consumed her. Out of the corner of her eye, she had thought she saw a familiar shade of orange hair, tied into a ponytail, passing through the halls of the class B locker rooms. But as she turned to face in that direction, Mina ushered her in.
"I think those are enough questions for now, gero. Don't crowd the girl." A frog-like girl with dark green hair croaked as she finished getting into her costume.
"I guess, Tsu. C'mon, Yaomomo. We've got training. Don't want Aizawa-sensei getting all scary. Plus we get to see All Might! Freaking All Might!"
"Don't crowd the girl, Ashido. She is more likely to be on time than you. You heard Asui" Jirou deadpanned.
T suyu corrected the punk girl with a casual bluntness. "Tsu. That's what I like my friends to call me."
"Right. Sorry, Tsu. Will you be long, Yaoyorozu?" Jirou blushed, a combination of Tsuyu's words and Momo's costume causing her a small deal of cluster which she tried to brush off.
Momo snapped to attention. Why was she getting so distracted? It was rather unbecoming. She cursed herself. "Yes, of course. I'll be right in." the pony-tailed girl said absentmindedly, drowning out the white noise. Her classmates shrugged and headed to the training grounds.
Momo went over everything she needed, adjusting the mini bookshelf on the back of her costume. As she did so, she overheard bits of a conversation. Perhaps she could confirm whether or not she was going crazy. What she got instead was a heated discussion between a green-haired girl she met during the entrance exam and a gray-haired goth girl she had yet to talk to.
"I'm telling you, Tokage. Slender man is supernatural. He could take on both the Indoraptor and Indomitus Rex easily."
"Does it hurt being so wrong, Yanagi? Paranormal or not, two giant genetically modified dinosaurs could take your overrated creepypasta boy easily."
"What part of supernatural are you not grasping? Besides, they would probably just fight each other, giving him the edge he needs."
"I guess. Come on. We better get going, Yanagi. Class is starting soon."
Momo shook her head and headed to class. She would still be on time, if not a bit later than what she would have liked.
As she headed to the training area, she could have sworn she heard a voice in the distance telling the two girls from earlier to hurry up. She brushed it off as nothing too important though and decided to get going herself.
The class would mostly go fairly well, though the introductory match certainly stole the show, with the green-haired boy Midoriya getting into quite the battle with the "villain" team's Bakugou.
She was rather proud of her assessment of the exercise but couldn't help but wonder about the orange-haired girl she saw.
"No. Focus on the present. This is crucial to your development as a student at UA. You must set a good example," she told herself out loud. Determined not to lag behind, Momo was out the door and ready for basic training. Meanwhile, the next training area over, Itsuka was giving herself the same pep talk.
X
Hero basic training had just finished up. Class 1-B didn't get All Might this time but they were getting him soon apparently. Instead, the class was run by Ectoplasm. From what Itsuka had gathered, the exercise was the same across both first year hero classes.
"Glad you're up. That attack by Yui had you out cold. Good job though, Yanagi. You made a convincing villain. I can only imagine how great a hero you'll be." Itsuka stretched her arms as she walked. She was a bit sore, but in good spirits.
"I take offense to that...Only kidding. Thanks. I read up on this stuff sometimes, so I picked up on a thing or two," the gray-haired girl spoke softly as she walked in lockstep with her friends. "Congratulations on your victory by the way. You two managed to get the drop on us but we'll do better next time. Thanks for checking up on us."
Itsuka smiled at Reiko. All four girls had stayed behind to check on one another, with the losing team being the last one out. No major injuries occurred, but a few of them got banged up a bit during their match up.
"Hey, any time. We're friends right? Plus we're in this together so we kind of have a duty to each other." Itsuka looked over her shoulder as she spoke to her goth friend, switching her gaze to Setsuna directly after. "Sorry about that slap by the way, Tokage. I hope your head is ok."
The greenette playfully punched her friend's arm, knowing she could take it. "Pffft. Call me, Setsuna, Fisty. We've been friends since, like, our first day. Besides, All's fair in love and war games. I've had first."
"Ok, glad to hear you're ok. But please don't call me Fisty ever again." Itsuka rolled her eyes and returned Setsuna's arm punch.
"Ouchies! That's fair. Anyway, that volleyball serve you performed on my head was super cool. Quick thinking, girl. I can tell you held back. Otherwise I might have suffered a concussion." Setsuna rubbed the spot on her arm where she was punched before running fingers through her hair.
Itsuka nodded "Yeah. This is only training afterall, and I didn't want to hurt anyone. That kind of goes against the point of the training."
"I guess. So do you think Momo did well on hers?" the recommended girl grinned wider than before. She could never resist an opportunity to rib her friends, especially over crushes.
"That's the other girl with a ponytail right? The one with the big chest?" Reiko held pace with her friends, looking between Itsuka and Setsuna.
"Reiko, you can't just say stuff like that...but yeah...I don't know. I haven't talked to her yet." Itsuka winced, feeling slightly uneasy. It's not that she didn't appreciate her friends or that it was a particularly sore subject, but the redhead was finding herself surprisingly unsure. She wasn't lacking in confidence, but neither was she cocky. Besides, it had been years. Was it too late? Her best friend in class, however, was unconvinced.
"Are you serious? Kendou...Itsuka...What did I say to you a few days ago? Talk to her!" Setsuna groaned in an exaggerated fashion and lightly shook her friend, hoping to jostle loose whatever was holding the girl back.
Itsuka's freckles became less prominent among the blush in her cheeks as she shook Setsuna off."Hey, cut it out. I just haven't had the right opportunity yet. My focus is on studies. Presumably hers is too. I'll get to it when I am ready. I just… I need time, ok."
Setsuna exhaled through her nose and puffed out her cheeks"Ok. I will hold you to that, but me and the girls here will push you if we have to. Right?" Setsuna gestured to her friends on either side, flickering her forked tongue a little bit.
"I don't care either way. I don't get involved with romance outside my stories. But sure. I'll help if I can," Reiko sighed, her eyebags giving a tired expression. "I would help you pick out outfits, but uniforms are mandatory so no can do."
Yui looked to the floor. She wasn't sure what was going on. It hasn't been that long since she and Itsuka had become friends. What was this pressure in her chest and why did it hurt? Why did the name of this Yaoyorozu girl cut so deep, and why was her skin so flawless? She wished she could just eat chocolate and not worry about confusing emotions.
"You ok, Yui?" Itsuka took notice of her friend's behavior, taking a break from being interrogated about Momo.
"Yeah. Fine." she lied. She wasn't ready to tell the truth, not until she figured out exactly what it was.
Noticing how Itsuka's change in body lsngisge, Setsuna decided not to push the matter any further for now. Besides, there were other juicy tidbits she learned that could make for excellent conversation. "Alright. If you say so. Hey Kendou, did you tell the rest how you used to roll with a girl gang?"
""So you were a bit of a bad seed? Hard to believe?" Reiko gasped, showing off some of the expressiveness she kept hidden. "I can see you in a leather jacket though.
"I wasn't a member of a gang… but I did hang out with some pretty rough girls. I was in a weird spot and I told myself I could be a positive influence. My parents were kind of mad at me but I think we all realized that they weren't bad for the post part. Besides, even with my older brother, I kind of had a habit of reigning people in. I do own a leather jacket though, since you mentioned it."
"I knew it! As for watching out for people, that's not a bad quality, especially in a hero. You're like the class mom. Big sister anyway." Setsuna grinned as always, arm now looped through Itsuka's. She knew her friend was harboring a crush already, but a little friend flirtation never hurt.
Itsuka took on a teasing tone with a bit of a sly smile, though in truth, she was quite flattered. "I guess so. You all seem to be alright for the most part. Even you, Setsuna."
"Ouch! What does that mean?" the greenette huffed, feigning offense with a raised eyebrow.
"I mean, you can be really mischievous but you have it together more than you let on? You are really smart and a good leader."
"Awwww. Thanks, Itsu. You're going to make me blush. Same to you… So what do you think of class A? Besides your not-girlfriend, I mean. We barely see much of them outside the lunchroom or maybe walking the halls. This is a big school so I am not even sure who is in it. Once we have student elections, we might figure that out?"
"How do you figure that? The student president thing, I mean." Yanagi asked.
"It's a standard High school thing, right? My sister was treasurer when she went to high school. She didn't become a pro-hero or anything but she is a herpetologist at the Musutafu Zoo so you know… she's a hero to me."
Itsuka could relate to that. Sure she could be more mature than him, but she was proud of her old brother and still looked up to him in some ways. Same thing with her parents too. "You are a dork. But it's endearing. If there are elections, I would vote for you. "
"Likewise. Anyway, let's get to our seats."
The girls all nodded and entered their classroom and arrived just in time for English with Present Mic.
X
Momo sighed. She was happy to at least have the vice president position in her class. However she could not help but feel disappointed. She had come in second to the awkward boy in her class.
Midoriya she believed. He seemed nice enough and he certainly made a good impression. His humility was commendable, especially in relinquishing the duties if class president to his friend Tenya Iida. He had still offered to be secretary, on suggestion by those he talked to most. The ret of the student cabinet members had yet to be decided
I kind of wish I had gotten it. I suppose that is selfish to say though, she pondered.
Here she was now, meeting with the class reps of her sister class, 1-B. Iida was setting up his materials while she did the same. The door creaked open as a girl with curly green-hair took her seat with a grin. Was that 1-B's president? Momo was certain they had met briefly at the entrance exam. The girl noticed that she was being stated at and waggled her eyebrows. Seconds later, a voice spoke out cautiously, a hint of disbelief masking something more.
"Momo? Momo Yaoyorozu?"
"Yes? How may I-" the voice sounded vaguely familiar but that hair and those freckles really brought her back. Could it really be? After all this time?
"Hey, Mini-Momo. Long time, no see. Not sure if you remember me but looks like we'll be-oof!"
Manners be damned. First impressions were unnecessary here. Momo had a certain reputation to uphold as a recommended student, as the only daughter of the famous Yaoyorozu family, and as a representative of her class.
All that went out the window when she was face to face with Itsuka. She was transported back to that fateful day, years ago.
And all she could do was look into the other girl's teal eyes and try not to cry. So she hugged her tightly.
"It really is you, isn't it?"
"I could say the same thing. Looks like we're both class presidents now."
"I...I'm vice president, actually. I came in second to an interesting student named Midoriya. He relinquished his spot to Iida, but he still serves as our class secretary."
"I see. I think I have heard that name before. Still nice to have you back…"
It was hard to comprehend. There was so much both girls wanted to do and say. They were inseparable for so long until the day one of them art and never returned.
But here they were, together again. They were in separate classes but that didn't matter. Not now.
"Do you want to catch up at lunch? I can carry your books," Itsuka politely offered. "Wouldn't be the first time. I was your library assistant, remember."
"It is fine. I can carry them. But thank you."
"No problem. It's only polite. Probably too soon to ask to pick you up by the way."
"I used to love that so much. I am surprised it didn't hurt your wrists. And then you dropped me."
"Yeah. I am still sorry about that. They weren't as strong as I wished they were. Carpal tunnel and all. I wasn't totally used to my hands though. Not like my brother, stomping around and singing about squishing things between his toes."
"How is Sora anyway? I saw that he became a sidekick?"
"Yep. The big foot hero, Combat Yeti. He really is moving up. He works with Fourthkind. Still as immature as ever, though."
"I'll bet… anyway, we should move. I am hungry and I would like to continue this over lunch, if that is alright."
"I mean, I did suggest it. That's fine." Itsuka smiled, walking side by side. When did Mono get so pretty? She was always cute, enough so that the raven-haired girl was responsible for the awakening of certain feelings, but now?
She was drop-dead gorgeous. That was evident from the first day, but it was really sinking in now.
Itsuka felt her heart beat faster but shook it off. It was too soon. They had just reunited. The past was the past, but it was also right next to her.
Easy, Kendou. Worry about the present before you get caught up in the future.
X
When lunch had ended, the class president had returned to her seat, deciding to catch up on studies. Ana had a spot on her desk as always, next to her books. It had been a lovely opportunity to catch up. If only it had been longer, but the semester was still young. She looked at her phone and the selfie the two had taken, rejecting an old shot from when they were kids
"Whoah, didn't realize you had a thing for recommended students, Kendou. Maybe I have a shot." Setsuna leaned against a wall, grinning ear to ear.
"Slow your roll, Tokage. It's not like that." Itsuka was already playing defense, especially since her friend.
"What is it like then? Just a chance meeting of childhood friends, trudging up feelings long since buried? Will they? Won't they? I am in suspense here," the lizard girl teased her fellow class representative, swooning in exaggerated fashion.
Itsuka sighed, trying to hide her blush. She had met Tokage just a few days ago and was already used to her shenanigans, though they could be a bit much at times.
"Don't let Monoma hear. He'll probably make a big to-do of it as well." Itsuka could tell the blonde had a growing fondness for her. She thought he did, at least. He wasn't her type but he was still decent, she thought. Deep down, anyway.
"Forget about should ask her out. She is an eligible bachelorette. Someone is bound to catch feelings for her sooner or later. Might be me, might be that cute girl with the bowl cut. Might even be that super serious boy with the two-tone hair."
"Tokage…please," the blush grew brighter.
"Ok. Ok. Not trying to rush you. But you were looking at her when we first met. You have a history with her. You clearly have it bad for her. You flirt with her. Don't think I haven't noticed. I get that martial Arts isn't all about striking first, but don't hold back."
The redhead sighed. Her friend was right. She was holding back. But was it too soon? It had been years. And they were both busy with studies. It was too early to focus on these feelings.
"How do I know it's even an actual crush. Maybe I just missed my friend."
"Trust me. I know what it's like to miss a friend and see them again after a long time. I also know a crush when I see it. You are smitten, class pres. Just don't let it distract you, ok? I am totally not doing all your presidential duties for you."
"Hush. You know you couldn't take them from me if you tried."
"Hey,who said I wanted to, Madame Yaoi hands? I am content to be your second-in-command. I am totally going to ask questions though, like if she has a friend. The punk girl is cute."
"Down, girl. Vlad-sensei will be in shortly. We have a lesson on hero law today, specifically vigilantism."
"Didn't 1-A's teacher work with vigilantes before he got employed here?"
"That's just a rumor."
"Just saying. My uncle Raputo had some stories."
"Wasn't he a villain or something?"
"Not now, he isn't. He runs a grocery store now. I drop by sometimes after school. How about you? Any bad seeds in your family?"
"I'd...rather not touch on that. Sorry. But hey, I had an idea about the student cabinet?"
"Is it populating the cabinet with pretty girls because you have my support...Oh crap, that is the plan, isn't it? You were thinking of asking if Yanagi and Kodai wanted in, right?"
"Yanagi declined, but Yui might still be interested."
"First name basis with two girls already? How saucy." Setsuna stuck out her tongue.
"What's saucy? May I partake of this dish?" Monoma lent an ear. He supposed it was nosey, and certainly a bad impression to make on an attractive classmate. However, he could never resist the siren song of drama or juicy gossip.
A gruff and familiar voice rose from behind the blonde rat boy. "Unfortunately, Monoma, it isn't Lunch time. Save the dishes for then." It was Vlad King.
Monoma failed to find words before scampering off to his desk in defeat. Itsuka rolled her eyes and stifled a laugh.
The rest of the class filed in, before the homeroom teacher sat at his desk and began going over the history vigilantism and how it influenced hero law today.
Itsuka took her notes diligently, yet she couldn't help but think back to how soft Momo's hands were. They were as warm as the last time she held them, perhaps warmer. It had only been for a moment but that was all it took. Her heart was a flutter.
I am hopeless, aren't I? The redhead sighed. She needed to focus. This was high school, not some Shojo manga or daytime drama. Daydreams later, life's dream now. Momo was probably far more professional at this moment. Itsuka could only imagine.
X
Momo Yaoyorozu had taken extensive notes. She supposed she was rivalled only by Midoriya but she was rather proud of the system she employed. If only she had not filled her margins with hearts and several instances of her childhood friend's name. It was embarrassing.
It felt like one of the novels she had in her personal collection. There was also that one manga Mina had let her borrow: Revolutionary Girl Utena.
The fantasies fought hard against the facts and figures she was memorizing. Luckily, studies prevailed, but not without her heart striking a few crucial blows. At least she was doing a good job of being inconspicuous, like some sort of aristocratic ninja.
"Yaoyorozu, I appreciate your enthusiasm, but perhaps you should let others answer questions. You might want to curb your enthusiasm." Aizawa stated flatly.
The vice president blushed and shrank into her chair. Perhaps she needed a better coping mechanism. She noticed some of her friends giggling, with Mina shooting a raised eyebrow and suspicious smirk, as if yo say "Oho, what is going on here? Is it that girl?". Everyone else looked a bit taken aback but soon returned to their business.
"Curses." Momo sighed under her breath, using her textbooks to create a wall around her face. There were sure to be questions, though that could just be general anxiety. She just hoped Itsuka wasn't going through any embarrassment
X
Itsuka was going through embarrassment, as was to be expected. She kept to herself about Momo previously. She wanted to focus on doing well in school, first and foremost. She was more than happy to make friends, but she had wanted to be a hero for so long and to put her work ethic to the test.
Besides, even with a retired MMA fighter and a top mechanic for parents, the redhead still knew what would come when she brought up her childhood friend at dinner and was not looking forward to it. Still, it was inevitable, so she eventually came clean about her old friend.
"You go to school with Momo? That's wonderful, Kiddo. Glad to know things work out. You cried for weeks on end when she moved. You tried to hide it but you would always climb into your tree house and sob." Hizatsu was ecstatic, dropping her chopsticks onto her plate in surprise. She definitely needed to hear more.
"Mom, please." Itsuka groaned in embarrassment. She could feel her cheeks heat up. At least Momo wasn't here to overhear everything, though it would have been nice. Things could be like they were in the old days, but different. They could make new memories to add to the old.
"Oh, honey. A mom can't rib her daughter?" The retired warrior wiggled her eyebrows, holding up a rib from her plate. She looked like an older version of her daughter, but with short, reddish-blonde hair and no freckles. "I used to tease your brother. I mean, I still do but still."
"You know your mom. She still goes in for the kill, even in conversation." Itsuka's dad, Hijiko, laughed gently, both at his wife's pun and their daughter's groans in response. His hair was a darker red, less sandy than his wife's. His face was dotted with freckles, like his daughter's.
Hi Jill decided to carry the conversation forward. "So you and Momo are both in student government as well and you already have new friends. I really am proud of you, Itsy bitsy."
"Dad, not you too. I'm not 8 anymore." Itsuka pushed her plate aside and buried her face into the table. If her face got any hotter, the whole thing might catch fire. Good thing that wasn't her ability. "Thanks for being proud though." she sighed , muffled slightly by the aged mahogany of the piece. A woodworking friend had carved it for them herself
"Perhaps not but you will always be our little girl." the older man smiled as he ate his plate of ribs.
"You should invite Momo over sometime. It would be lovely to see her again. She was like one of the family."
"Now now, dear. You'll embarrass her if you say it like that. She can't marry Momo after High school if she's family." Hizatsu smiled at her husband as she patted their daughter's shoulder.
"Mom!" Itsuka shot up again, face even redder than her hair. If her friends thought they had seen her flustered, they had not yet met the Kendou family. She married her head in her hands, enlarging them in the process. "Why are you like this?" the redhead sighed once more, knowing full well she was used to it and wouldn't have it any other way.
She did need to be excused though. She was full to bursting from both the barbecue her mother had made and the teasing both parents had dished out.
"I'll help with dishes then I'm going to work on Josie."
"Jeez, kiddo. You might marry that bike before you marry Momo. Just make sure not to stay up too late. You still have homework to do, plus you have school in the morning."
"Relax mom, I'm not Sora. I'll be back." Itsuka kissed her mom on the cheek and ran upstairs to scream into a pillow.
X
Itsuka laid back on her bed, gazing at her ceiling. Josie was probably as finished as a motorcycle could be at this point, and a quick shower had left the young Kendou feeling refreshed. After a ten minute break, she had finished half her homework and her first agenda as class president but needed some time to digest everything, both her food and her emotions.
Was it too soon to invite Momo over? It wasn't her first time over, though it had been a while. Things had likely changed, even if some things felt the same. Was she even I to girls? What if somebody asked her first.
"I have a headache. I don't know what to do."
*Bzzzzzt*
Itsuka looked over to her phone, still on vibrate. She reached over to see who it was and her heart skipped a beat.
It was a text from Momo.
"Hello. I hope it isn't too soon or anything, but would you like to meet up tomorrow and go to school together? A limousine might be much but one of our chauffeurs owns a Bentley if that would be more suitable."
Itsuka was speechless. Momo really was adorable with how out of touch she could be despite her immense intellect. A limousine? A bentley? She really was a rich girl, even more than she remembered. But just the thought of going to school together and having a chance to talk was both frightening and welcome.
"Yeah. I would like that. You can meet me at my house if you like."
Itsuka wasn't sure if Momo remembered where it was so it was probably silly to ask, let alone bring up dinner with her folks or that they missed her. The two volleyed text messages back and forth. It was like table tennis over the phone, but with more hidden emotions and hormones
M: "Of course. Same address right? I hope your parents remember me."
What, was she psychic or were the coincidences out in full force today?
I: "Yeah. They miss you."
M: "That is very sweet of them. Likewise."
I: "Of course. I'll tell them you said hi. See you tomorrow, Mini Momo"
M: "I should hope so on both counts, Itsy bitsy. See you tomorrow."
The redhead blushed as she rolled her eyes. She was not super fond of that nickname, but from Momo, she accepted it.
Itsuka sighed and smiled as a warmth grew in her chest. She resumed work on her homework assignments until it was time for bed.
The redhead undid her ponytail and brushed her flowing orange hair out after changing into her pajamas (which were basically just an extra pair of her workout clothes) She placed Ana next to Harley's ashes and shut the lights off, crashing into the embrace of her old mattress. She might need a new one someday, but it had served her well so far.
Tomorrow promised to be a good day. She was sure of it. As sure as she could be of anything.
I almost took a longer break but I decided to work on this more. I still have some more bits written up, but I will save those for chapter three and beyond.
I worried about this chapter coming off rushed, despite me taking my time with it and it being almost 6000 words to it, but it feels good to get it out.
I want to get better at balancing the main leads with the side characters, but I think I'll get there. I have heard my take on Setsuna described as basically being Yang from RWBY, but Green. I have her watched RWBY, but I can see it.
I hope you all like this fic and I will try to update it fairly often. I only work part time right now, but life does take priority over fanfics.
Either way, stay tuned, my lovelies. And please, feel free to give feedback. It really helps these stories out.
P.S.: Oh man... Wait until you get to Itsuka's reaction to the USJ invident
