A/N: Still on bit of a My Hero craze but it's subsided for the time being. I'll be going back to my other stories after this. Now, these are just going to be one-shots that won't follow the same story every chapter. A lot of people enjoyed the bonding of Momo and Kyoya, so I'm going to give you guys more.

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She was late! Heavens above forgive this girl for she was running late to a crucial meeting. Out of all the people in her class, she was one of the most punctual. The prize of first place belonged to her student president, but that wasn't a fair contest. Anyway, it was not in her nature to be late, especially to a critical rendezvous with a special friend.

'If Mina and Tooru would stop running their mouths.'

She cursed her friends for their lengthy interrogation. Because of them, she was running late. Although she knew the person meeting with her would forgive her, she expressed punctuality being a virtue. It was rude, and it also implied she was not serious about the issue. Many topics needed discussing, and here she was ten minutes behind because her friends wouldn't leave her alone about the subject. She loved her friends, but she would make them pay for making her make a bad first impression.

A fierce blush overtook her creamy cheeks, another realization coming back to her. She wasn't just late to a meeting. Momo Yaoyorozu, vice-president of U.A High School's Class 1-A, was running late for her first date with her new boyfriend.

She woke up this morning feeling refreshed, rejuvenated, and ready to take on the world. Her adventure began with a single letter someone left on her desk, a prank she thought her classmates were playing. Her curiosity getting the better of her, nothing could prepare Momo for the rush that flooded her beautiful brain. Then, one letter became two, then three, and then four. Before she knew it, she was hooked on the unknown that surrounded her. Someone imbued their soul within the perfectly written pieces of art that mysteriously showed up every week.

Momo's heart went on a journey through a world of pure imagination, hitting the ups and downs, and going through moods as she desperately wanted the story to have a happy ending. She swooned at the memories.

Momo was in love!

Yesterday, hard to believe that just yesterday, she finally elucidated the poet behind the letters, a psychic, mute upperclassman who assisted the Youthful Heroine – Recovery Girl with taking care of patients. He was an enigma to her, but today, she aimed to learn more about him. Yesterday, again, they spent the first couple of hours in their relationship talking about how the secret continued so flawlessly. Momo was impressed with her new boyfriend's cleverness, using his quirk to disguise his real handwriting to make sure no one could trace it back. Clever.

With a kick in her step, Momo hurried to the café where their first date would take place. It was a beautiful Saturday afternoon and the world seemed to be at peace. No sign of villains to ruin the serenity of the summer air, and to think, it was storming yesterday. Today, it was as if no such storm occurred.

'I should ask Teddy about these spirits.'

It was hard to predict the summer weather. Their behavior reminded him of the spirits that dictated his daily luck. Both were fickle in their moods. One day, it might be clear and sunny, but as the day goes on, a random thundercloud may appear from nowhere.

The same goes for the spirits. One day, they'll be very happy and shower the people with good fortune. However, they may do a one-eighty and become displeased the next day, where they'll make everyone's life difficult.

'Why are outside forces so damn fickle? You'd think a thunderstorm never showed up yesterday with how bright and sunny it is. Where the hell was this when I needed it?!'

His anger subsided. The sporadic behavior of the spirits was not lost on him. He believed they were dangerous tricksters who wanted to toy with humanity, not for any benefits but because they simply could.

'I still came out on top though.'

His lips curled into a small smile as he held back the urge to gloat about his triumph over the wretched spirits.

'Fuck you, spirits! You can't keep a beast down!'

A familiar hum cut into his musings. His phone vibrated, a text message coming in, and his smile enlarging at the sender.

K – I'm so sorry! My friends wouldn't leave me alone! I'm almost there!"

T – It's okay. See you soon, Kitty

Kyoya's body moved like he chuckled, but no sound left his mouth.

'I can only imagine the interrogation she went through.'

It started with a simple letter, one Kyoya wrote to a special lady to convey the storm of emotion that filled his chest every time he saw her. Kyoya thought his feelings would fade over time but they never did. Then, one letter became two, then three, and finally, four. His heart was strongly attracted to the apple of his eye. He played the admirer game until the spirits forced him to make the final move. Things changed for him yesterday when the thunderstorm attacked

'Who knew an ugly storm would bring us together?'

Under the monsoon, Kyoya and his crush turned lover exchanged feelings, first hugs, first kisses, and now, they were about to have their first date. No words could accurately describe Kyoya's elation. He survived the spirits' vicious onslaught and left the battlefield with a new girlfriend to call his. Nothing could curb his immense joy.

As he waited for his girlfriend to show, the patrons who saw him wondered how intense the hurricane in his head was. What deep, philosophical conversation was he having? He looked happy. Was he close to unraveling the secrets of the universe? Did he gain the upper hand in his debate? Was he waiting for someone to have an even deeper conversation with?

People couldn't bring themselves to interrupt his inner monologue, his aura too impenetrable. It was nice to see a young man so in tune with his thoughts. Other people would drown whereas he managed to keep himself afloat.

Under that red hair, what was buzzing around in his head?

'I look horrible! Why did I pick this outfit?'

A bell chimed as the door to the café opened and an onyx-black-haired beauty, possessing a mature physique that betrayed her age, stepped into the shop. She wore a yellow dress with white shorts, a green blouse, and small boots colored white and green. Her ebony eyes scanned the vicinity until they landed on a young man with wide grayish-brown eyes and mousy red hair. His attire consisted of a blue top covered with a thin purple shirt with a triangular-backed ending, and black pants with brown zipper-like designs around them.

The two met each other's gaze and smiled brightly as the distance closed, the girl giving him a loving hug before taking the seat across from him.

"Sorry, I'm late. It's good to see you again. You didn't wait long for me, did you?"

He shook his head and responded with his whiteboard.

"I've only been here for about ten minutes, no worries."

His tinted cheeks highlighted his approval of her clothing. Momo's blouse hugged her figure well, accentuating her large breasts. His eyes trailed from her bountiful bust to the glossy shine of her alluring lips. He reprimanded himself for staring, loving what he saw.

"You look beautiful."

Momo calmed her breathing.

"Thank you. You're looking very cool yourself."

'He complimented my outfit.'

She was giddy for her first date. If her friends followed, she didn't notice. Thankfully, they didn't… this time.

"How was your interrogation? Did your friends go easy on you?"

Momo rolled her eyes with a sigh. "Define "easy" because I think our definitions differ."

"That bad, huh?"

"They slept over just to continue and then dote over me while getting my outfit together. That's why I'm tardy."

"That's tame compared to my predicament," Kyoya shuddered, remembering the punishment he received, "Grandma wasn't too happy about me "making moves" on my crush in her office. That was the longest lecture I ever received and got the whacking I never want again."

Momo comforted her boyfriend by reaching across the table and sliding her hand in his. Recovery Girl, while a great doctor, was merciless in her retribution. The vice-president had seen poor Midoriya suffer his fair share of beatings and lectures. He was afraid to go by the nurse's office at times just to avoid seeing her.

"She didn't show mercy for being her family?"

"Nope, she hit me harderbecause I am her family."

"I'm sorry you had to go through that," Momo's guilt faded after looking at her boyfriend's eyes, his warm smile offering her its comfort. The tickle of his thumb running along the back of her hand made her smile again.

"It was worth it," he wrote to her, "I have you by my side now."

The new couple were red in the face but found solace in the other's smile.

"Your passion for writing comes at an advantage. Despite being mute, you are very charming."

Kyoya snorted. "I wish I had charisma."

"We're holding hands, are we not? I think that should ease your mind."

"Or," Kyoya tapped her nose and watched her glow, "You're just too kind and didn't want to break a nice guy's heart."

"Sorry," Momo tutted while shaking her head, "I don't lead people on. I would've let you down easy, and while we're on the subject of our relationship, I must admit that I've never had a boyfriend before."

'Bullshit!'

"That's surprising, but I kind of figured when you said you never kissed a guy either. I'm glad I was your first."

"And I as well with you, and I'm also glad we get to experience our first relationship together. I have no idea what to do. That's why I did research!"

Momo's eyes began sparkling with childlike naivety as her face lit up and two small notebooks suddenly landed on the table, giving the boyfriend a bad feeling in his stomach. He raised a brow and skimmed through the pages, the ominous omen exacerbating at the amount of detail written on each page. The first page alone was filled with information about herself, ranging from date of birth to favorite foods.

'Only thing she left out was her three sizes.'

Kyoya looked from the book to Momo and back again, the smile on his new girlfriend's face enlarging. She thought Kyoya was impressed, but in actuality, he was not looking forward to this meeting.

'Do I even want to read all this? There's no telling what kind of rules and expectations she wrote down.'

"I researched a lot of tips online and jotted down what I felt were the most important. Some ground rules you can call it."

'Ooh boy, here we go.'

Momo, after ordering a drink and pastry, flipped to the first section. Kyoya followed with less enthusiasm.

'Is this some book club or something?'

Academics

First and foremost, the couple is striving to be professional heroes and heroines, and as such, their schooling is still of the utmost importance. Both should take time to keep their grades at or above the level that is required of U.A students. Do not let the joys of love distract them from their work!

"First topic of discussion, academics," Momo rested her chin atop the back of her hands, held up by her elbows.

'And she's already judging me. Look, just because I use my brain as my weapon doesn't mean I'm that smart. Science is boring, okay?!'

"How are your grades?" Momo didn't mean to sound so stern. Her sparkling eyes dimmed and were replaced with the predatory gaze that gave the vice-president her feline moniker, Kitty.

"I'm an A/B student," he wrote matter of factly.

"Hmm, that's better than I expected."

A sword stabbed Kyoya through the chest.

"Wow, really? You think I'm not that smart?"

"I didn't mean it like that," Momo refuted, "Just in case your grades weren't the greatest, I was going to give you a push in the right direction, but I see I have nothing to worry about."

'That still hurts, Kitty.'

"That being said," Momo eyed him critically again, "I should stress the description. We're in a relationship, yes, but that doesn't give us the luxury of slacking off. My student representative would agree that as U.A students, we are held to a high standard. We cannot slip in our grades, which is why I've come up with a "Passive Mode."

"Passive mode?"

'Why does that make me more anxious?'

"Yes, if one of us were to fall below our average, they enter a remedial state, where, until their average rises to or exceeds the threshold, there will be no forms of intimacy or time spent together. Meaning, if your A/B average falls to a B average, I will not hug you, kiss you, or go on dates with you until you're back up to par or go above."

'I can't help it if Science puts me to sleep!'

"I'm implementing this because I care about our education. Remember what I wrote in my thank you letter?"

"You will continue to shine if I promise to excel."

"Excellent, and I'm sorry if I insulted you. That was not my intention."

Kyoya couldn't bring himself to be upset over it. He instead reached over and tickled underneath Momo's chin and gave her one of his loving head pats.

"You are forgiven. This time anyway."

Momo wiggled in her seat; head lowered to hide the embarrassing smile on her face.

"Your pettings are too dangerous," she said.

"I know," Kyoya shrugged, "Haven't met a single person who didn't smile from one."

'Is such a thing even possible?' Momo considered the possibilities. Maybe someone like Bakugo or Aizawa would dislike being pet like an animal. In fact, Momo would love to see their response.

"You must have a way with animals."

"You can say that, but it's more so my way to help patients feel better after grandma gets done torturing them."

"That's very kind of you," Momo was pleased, "But you're not getting out of this. We still need to discuss ground rules."

'Shit.'

"Fine, Kitty, you straight-A student," he grumbled.

Momo puffed her ample chest out with pride, knowing her new boyfriend was doing his best not to ogle. She was well aware of her womanly charm.

"I want my Teddy Bear to succeed," and then the sparkles returned, "Oh! That brings me to our next rule. Next page please."

'Oh boy.'

Names

A pet name is a term of endearment used to show one's feelings for another without excessively expressing it. Similar to nicknames, a pet name symbolizes familiarity but has a simple and deeper meaning than a nickname. As such, only the lover's real name or pet name should be responded to, and under no circumstances should others use the given name.

"You are only allowed to address me as Momo or Kitty. I will not answer to anything else even if it's another pet name. Kitty is the only one I'll respond to."

"Not a problem."

"Similarly, I will only call you Kyoya or Teddy. No one else is allowed to call you Teddy but me," and she was serious about it too. Momo thought hard about that pet name and wouldn't let anyone use it but her.

"Not many people even know about us," replied the mute. Momo made a note to do something about his poker face. He looked too guarded, and here she was, wearing her heart on her sleeve. "I only told my grandma, big brother, and a few of my friends, but that's it. I wasn't sure if you wanted to keep things a secret or not, but considering you had your friends help unravel my identity, fair is fair."

"Had you left your letters in a more conspicuous location, my friends wouldn't have been involved," pouted Momo, who sat twiddling her thumbs.

"Where else was I supposed to leave them?"

"I don't know, maybe have one of your friends act as a messenger? It's still your fault, and as compensation for making my life difficult, I expect to be swept off my feet."

"Oh I can do a whole lot more than that, Kitty," someone's voice entered her mind, practically startling her out of her skin.

Kyoya covered his mouth despite not making a sound and showed his fangs.

"Shall we continue?" he used his basic grasp of telepathy to communicate. It was easier to write on his whiteboard, but his hand grew sore.

"R-Right, let's move on to the next topic," she whispered under her breath, "That scared me half to death."

As Kyoya read the next section, Momo found herself unable to maintain eye contact. Although she came up with the list and wrote down its contents, she never took the time to get her heart under control.

Public Display of Affection

PDA is a given in any relationship, but of course, proper etiquette requires the party to know the best time and place to engage in certain acts. If one goes over the line, the other should address the behavior and work to fix it. While PDA is not looked down upon, it can serve as a distraction for others. Therefore, the party should discuss what acts are allowed and which are prohibited.

"Okay," she paused again, "I know you're ready for the more intimate conversations, and while I'm not against holding hands and hugging in public, direct kisses are not okay," there was no missing the perverse giggle that escaped her lips.

'Is Kitty a closet perv?'

Momo shook her head to clear such indecent thoughts. She did not imagine her and her teddy bear making out in public in front of viewing eyes. Momo did not feel hot at the thought of her boyfriend wrapping his big, strong arms around her waist and pressing her against his well-muscled body.

Would people find them cute or part of a scandalous act?

"You're a freak, aren't you?" Kyoya smirked at the sputtering that proceeded from Kitty's glossy lips.

"How dare you?" she tried to look angry and offended but it just made her look more adorable, "I am a classy lady, not a freak obsessed with kissing. I have not the faintest idea on how you reached such conclusions."

"So, you do enjoy it. Good to know. I know what we'll be doing in private most dates."

"Continuing on!" Momo huffed. "We can hold hands, link arms, hug, and kiss on the cheek, but only on the cheek," she glared at him for smiling like a madman, "Full, direct kisses can only be given when we're alone, away from viewing eyes, any objections?"

"None whatsoever."

"Excellent. Now, dates!" was it possible for her excitement to reach new levels? Kyoya didn't think so until now.

"A strong and healthy relationship requires us to spend a certain amount of time together, and one suggestion was to schedule a weekly date night. Are Saturdays good days for you?

Hand feeling better, Kyoya gave his quirk a rest. Telepathy was still a difficult aspect to get under control.

"Wednesday and Friday afternoons are good too. I don't usually have anything going on during those days."

"My friends and I like to get together most Fridays, but I'll let you know when I'm free. Saturdays are ideal, so let's settle for that."

"As long as I get to satisfy your kiss fetish, I'll be happy."

"I do not have a fetish!" she snarled as quietly as possible. "You're going to make me cause a scene."

"Kitty, it's okay," Kyoya gave the back of Momo's hand a gentle kiss, a mischievous grin splitting his face. "We're both teenagers, and hormones are going to run rampant. I'm happy you find something attractive enough about me to want to suck my face off. I'm not judging."

"Yes you are. You think I'm a pervert."

The mute imitated a gasp. "I have no such thoughts. Kitty, you're wounding me."

"Your theatrics are amusing but scathing all the same. Can we resume our discussion?"

Kyoya's guard was lowered when teasing others, Momo noticed as she turned to the next section.

Communication

One of, if not, the most essential aspects of a relationship. Healthy communication can go a long way, and both sides should strive to communicate in a way that the other can understand. Beating around the issues will only cause problems in the end, but good communicational skills can help prevent misunderstandings and issues that would risk breaking the two apart. Trust is the cornerstone of any working partnership. Let your partner know that they can put their faith in you and vice versa.

'I was waiting for this.'

"Conventional means of communication is impossible considering your injury, but I don't want that to stop us from sharing."

"My telepathy isn't the best as you heard. I can talk for a minute before needing to rest, and I can only talk to one person at a time, whereas Mandalay-san can talk to multiple at once."

"I don't mind," the vice-president enjoyed having her hand cuddled by the larger male, "I can only imagine the conversation you must have in your head, but please don't be ashamed to confide in me. You're more than welcome to share your thoughts with me, and I'm willing to be your outlet. I want to know what's on your mind, and no, I'm not against having a mute boyfriend. I just want him to know that he has someone to mime to if he needs a shoulder."

The sincerity of her words shot an arrow through Kyoya's chest, mending the earlier stab wounds she inflicted upon him.

"Looks can be deceiving, but actions never lie, and I want yours to express your true feelings."

"I see you memorized my letters."

"That's correct, and that brings me to our last topic," she said but closed the notepad. Kyoya, with a brow raised, flipped the page, but instead of another chapter, there was a single sentence.

Thank you for listening to me, Teddy.

If he could laugh, he would.

"You express yourself better when writing," Momo leaned closer just a tad, "I still recall the joy I felt when finding one of your letters on my desk. I couldn't wait to read its contents. Your hard work did not go unappreciative, and your passion did spark something within me. The last thing I want is to stop you from doing something you love, so don't stop. Don't stop writing, and don't stop coming up with ways to sweep me off my feet. If you want to keep sending me letters, I would be more than happy to accept them. I'll never let your hard work go to waste."

It pained him. It pained Kyoya a lot. He hated not having his voice. Actions speak louder than words, but they couldn't replace the genuineness that words had on a person. Getting used to being voiceless was incredibly difficult, and even to this day, Kyoya had problems. It wasn't just an injury he wished never happened. It was a curse with no cure. A scourge forced him to live with the reality of things. His precious voice was forever lost, and the pain that came with it, while lessened, won't go away with time. He would forever feel the pain of having his tone sliced away. Even his telepathy tone wasn't his, but the voice he heard while monologuing.

'Keep it together, Kyoya. You're a man. Men don't cry.'

He went to write his response, but his hand froze, and his lips started moving on their own.

"T-Tha-Thank… y-y-you," his broken voice came through. The teddy bear lowered his head to hide his teary face. He was ashamed to show Momo, so he hid, but she was having none of it. She pulled Kyoya's hands with both of hers, preventing him from hiding.

"Look at me," she requested gently.

He did so with hesitation and was greeted with the most beautiful smile he ever laid eyes on.

"I'm sure it was the incident that changed you, but there's no need to worry about feeling vulnerable with me. I am here to comfort you, just like I know you would do for me if I felt down. We are a team now, Teddy, and I want you to know that. So, thank you, too, for allowing me to experience a whole new world. Please, take care of me."

The mute let a few tears fall before wiping his face clean and showing his fangs. "M-Me t-t-too."

Without thinking, the two leaned over the table and shared a loving embrace, ignoring the world around them, only thinking of the person in their arms.

"I l-l-lo-love y-y-you."

Momo snuggled more into the embrace, fighting back tears. Her heart skipped a beat every time she heard that three-word phrase.

"I love you too, Teddy."

They kissed.

"WOOOOOO!"

"Alright!"

"You go, young man!"

"You have a nice head on your shoulders, little lady!"

The whole café erupted in cheers at seeing the young couple declare their love for each other. Momo and Kyoya quickly separated and buried their faces. Behind parted fingers, Momo exchanged glances with the psychic, who lowered his whiteboard just below his grey-brown eyes. Their lips curled back into large smiles as they laughed at the situation, only Momo's voice audible.

Hand in hand, the couple left the establishment with faces lit up like the sun shining bright on a magnificent day. They were on top of the world, and nothing could bring them down. It was a happy beginning to their relationship, and they would face the ups and downs of it together as a team. This was their beginning.

The beginning of Momo and Teddy.