Omnipotent X - Thank you kindly. Had I actually been more attentive, I would've had more to write, but I lost track of time.

First rule of head pats: only good patients get head pats. There are exceptions, but this was the first rule of the magical touch. Many tried to use loopholes to get their way, but the master remained steadfast. Only patients with good behavior receive a nice petting.

Second rule of head pats: one pat a day keeps the demons away. Too much stimulation was a bad idea. The body needed time to relax, time to grow accustomed to the gentleness of his touch. There was no budging on this limit. Many even used his dear grandmother as an influential piece, but, once again, the master remained steadfast.

Third rule of head pats: never make light of the head pat. One act of kindness can go a long way. One genuine and comforting gesture could make a person's entire world.

This was how he communicated with people.

Contrary to what people believe, the Gentle Helper of U.A was not always the taciturn giant he was known for. At one point, he could communicate just like everyone else. He was a talkative person, a social butterfly.

Unfortunately, an incident with a villain robbed him of his voice. The criminal thought they could escape and use him as a hostage, but their choice proved to be a grave mistake that no doctor alive would be able to remedy. The scars of psychological torture the giant's brother put the man through would never heal.

The damages were already done, and the healing process began. It was a hard journey. Every small motion was like a million needles puncturing his throat. He couldn't scream, he couldn't speak, he couldn't laugh… he couldn't cry. Anything that welled up inside hurt him immensely. It was like swallowing broken glass.

The first rule of head pats was made after a few months of trial and error. The second and third rules were made a little while after that.

That's why the younger students, faculty, and patients admitted to his brother's hospital affectionately refer to him as the Gentle Helper, Shuzenji Kyoya. He was a man of few words, but his actions spoke louder. He was always there to lend a helping hand, always there to give a pat on the head to someone who needed it. He didn't need words to communicate. He had his actions, and that was enough.

His afternoon was blissful. It had been some time since he was blessed with peace. He could focus on the task at hand without any distractions.

"Please?"

"No."

Except for one little nuisance.

"Pretty please?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"First rule."

"But there are exceptions, right?"

"You don't qualify."

His whiteboard was getting extensive use.

"Aww, that's not fair. I've been a good girl."

"Are you injured?"

"No."

"Are you in need of bed rest?"

"No."

"Then no pats."

"Oh, come on. Please? I need one. Doesn't having a bad day count?"

"You have friends."

"None of them can pet like you."

'Damn right they can't.'

"No."

"Please?"

"No."

"I'll give you a hug."

"No thank you."

'I have a girlfriend for that.'

"Really? Boys usually go for that."

"I am a man."

"Kiss on the cheek?"

"Flattering, but no."

The girl pouted. Why was it so hard to get a good petting?

'Stop trying, senpai. I will not break.'

The girl shuffled closer and bent down slightly to see what Kyoya was working on, inadvertently pressing her chest against his shoulder.

'Oh no.' he stiffened up. This was not good.

"Oh, I remember this."

'You're doing this on purpose you vixen! Well, I will not be swayed!'

"So," the girl leaned closer. "About that head pat," she whispered into Kyoya's ear.

Kyoya's head was filled with his screams.

"Umm, excuse me?"

Yaomomo walked through the corridor while humming a calming tune. Another school day came to an end, and the young woman was ready to see her boyfriend for a spell.

Truth be told, Momo wanted to know her Teddy's viewpoint on the current state of the world. She had noticed that many of the second and third-year students were spending more time outside the school.

Momo was curious how Kyoya felt about the current state of affairs.

However, when she arrived at the infirmary, she happened across an… interesting scene.

"So… about that head pat."

Now, Momo was a smart individual. She never jumped to conclusions without assessing the situation from all angles. She waited until every piece of information was present before making her assumptions. Therefore, she did NOT believe her boyfriend was having an affair. He was NOT flirting with another girl despite their uncomfortable proximity, and he was NOT cheating on her.

"Umm," she knocked on the door, "Excuse me."

'Get away from my Teddy, harlot!'

The girl stepped back and turned to Momo while Kyoya wrote frantically on his whiteboard. She was a fair-skinned girl of average height with wide, curious eyes. Her upper eyelashes were long and thick, and her irises shined a royal blue. Her periwinkle hair reached all the way down to her knees, twisting around itself at her waist and curving inwards around her legs. She had side-swept bangs tucked behind her ears on the right and hanging just over her eyes on the left, and two short clumps of hair on either side of her face, curved towards her face on the right and behind it, under her ear, on the left.

One thing crossed Momo's mind.

'She's beautiful! Why is this school full of beautiful people?' Momo contemplated. 'No, focus, Momo.'

"HELP ME!" Kyoya's voice screamed in her head.

Momo's brow twitched. Her boyfriend's whiteboard had a plea for help written in all caps. She was right. This cute-looking individual was bothering her Teddy bear. She wouldn't stand for this.

"Hi there," the girl suddenly grabbed Momo's hand and started shaking it. "I'm Hado Nejire, but just call me Nejire-chan. I don't recall seeing you around. Are you a first year? Wow, you're pretty. You're also taller than me, but my boobs are bigger. Ooh, I really like your hair."

Momo's head couldn't wrap itself around Hado's string of questions. She also didn't like how close their faces were, or how their bodies were pressed against one another.

"Uhh, m-my name is Yaoyorozu Momo, and y-yes, I'm in Class 1-A."

"You're my junior then. I'm a third year."

"Oh, I can't wait to learn from your example, but I must speak with Ted- I mean Kyoya-senpai about his grandmother."

"Okay, I understand," Nejire nodded. "You're not off the hook though, Mr. Gentle Helper," she puffed her cheeks out. "I will get one of those head pats."

She smiled at Momo and skipped out of the room, leaving the couple alone.

When she was gone, Kyoya let out a big sigh of relief and dropped his head on the table.

"So, that's the famous Hado Nejire Mina keeps gushing over," Momo said. There was a little venom in her tone.

She faced Kyoya with a look of worry.

"Seems like I have competition."

Kyoya shook his head.

"There is no competition. She just wanted me to pet her, but I kept telling her no."

"That explains a lot," Momo truly understood, but she couldn't get the image out of her head. Seeing Nejire so close to her boyfriend, pressing her… adult body against him, Momo didn't like that. She trusted Kyoya. He gave her no reason to be suspicious of him, but she would be a fool to ignore the effectiveness of a woman's feminine wiles and the desires of a healthy young man.

She cupped her breasts. They were of modest size considering her age, but compared to Nejire, and even Tsubaki, she was lacking. Both were prettier than her, more experienced than her, and more developed than her. Momo was outclassed.

"Is this how Jirou feels?"

"What?"

"Compared to Hado-senpai, I'm still a child."

Kyoya stared at his girlfriend blankly.

"You're fine. I like your body."

Momo glowed crimson.

"Teddy! How can you say something like that so casually?"

"What can I say? I like what I see and love who it belongs to. Think you can turn around for me?"

"No," Momo pulled on his cheek.

"Worth a shot. Can I get a kiss?"

"Hmm… no."

Momo moved behind her boyfriend and massaged his shoulders.

"We do need to have a little talk."

Momo couldn't help this feeling bubbling in the pit of her stomach. She knew what she was feeling but tried to squash it

'There is no need to be jealous. There is no need to be jealous.' She kept telling herself.

"I've hardly seen you during school," she said and kissed him on the cheek. "I missed you."

The whiteboard said all.

"I missed you too."

Momo slinked her arms around his neck and rested her chin on her shoulder. She missed these moments.

"Your brother came by one day. Nice guy. You two look alike."

"But I'm way better looking."

Momo giggled.

"You are handsome," she complimented him. "You're cool, comforting, and I love every moment we spend together. I can't remember a time I wasn't excited for one of our outings."

"I enjoy my time with you too," Kyoya turned around to face her. He willed a chair closer for Momo to sit and then placed a hand on her thigh, shooting a small jolt up her body.

"What are you doing?" Momo inquired.

"Don't worry about it," Kyoya replied, tracing a line up her leg.

Momo squirmed in her seat, her heart thumping in her chest.

"Teddy, this is highly inappropriate," she grabbed his hand, stopping it from sliding under her skirt. "

"And yet, you're purring. Does Kitty want a little more?"

"No," she gasped as Kyoya's skilled touch went under her thigh, "You're wrong. Cease this behavior."

"Alright," he scratched under her chin and leaned back in the chair.

Momo was red in the face. She tried to look angry but was too flustered.

"Enjoy your teaser?"

"Such behavior is not appropriate for a school setting," she responded with a hmph. "I must ask you work on this problem."

"So where are we going when I give you that full body massage?"

Momo stiffened. She had completely forgotten about that, and the prospect made her quiver again.

"It would be a bad idea to do it in your room. Your friends may walk in on us," Kyoya was presenting the dish, and Momo was hooked on every morsel.

"I-I'll think of something," she stated, but there was a small squeak in her tone.

"How about my place?"

Momo jumped, not expecting her boyfriend to start walking up her hip with his fingers.

"Nice dinner date, exchange some stories, and end with that full body massage you've earned. What do you say?"

Momo gulped. She was losing herself to her boyfriend's magical hands before he gave her the promised reward.

"Promise me you won't go too far," she said.

Kyoya placed a hand over his chest and bowed.

"Promise."

Momo eyed him skeptically and presented her hand, in which Kyoya lightly grasped it and planted a kiss to the back.

"I'll check my schedule."

With that, Momo bid Kyoya farewell. She had to leave or else the rest of her willpower would be stripped away, rendering her powerless against Kyoya. Her body melted. It craved his touch even more.

'Stupid, Teddy.' She had her hands on her cheeks. They wouldn't stop burning, even as evening turned to dusk and then nightfall. She couldn't stop thinking about the event to come and something else that made steam spout from her head.