(A/N) Yes, this is not the usual update day(which will still happen, next week) but today is Momo's birthday! And since this is her debut as a POV character, I figured this would be a good time to post it. So you get this early. Congratulations!

Momo was rather concerned about her classmate. Shinso was quiet, withdrawn, never asked questions, and almost never spoke. Then there was the first-day panic attack. She was well aware she likely couldn't do anything about his situation, rich as her parents were, they were strict, and barely were letting her go to UA. If she stepped too far out of bounds, she likely would be pulled from the school and forced into a quirk marriage of sorts.

When she had asked him about the makeup on his face, primarily across the bridge of his nose and cheeks, he'd frozen like on the first day. Not quite full panic attack, but had still frozen. She had seen him attempting to act normal, but just the simple task of tucking the foundation into his pocket had seemed like a monumental task. His arm had been shaking, heck his whole body had been quivering slightly. Momo was many things, but blind she was not.

He hadn't yet used his quirk, although Momo suspected it was voice-activated, specifically through questions. Likely a mental quirk of some sort.

She sat down with him at the table Hagakure and Ojiro were occupying. She sat next to Ojiro, Shinso next to Hagakure. She made a mental note to talk to Hagakure after school. Maybe the invisible girl had noticed the makeup as well.

Shinso was quiet through lunch, looking either at his plate, or glancing around the lunchroom. Momo attempted to engage him in conversation, although she only got one-word answers or non committal grunts. She noticed that Hagakure and Ojiro didn't seem to be actively engaging him in conversation, although clearly left the invitation open should he want to accept it and join the conversation.

She decided to follow their lead, and joined their conversation.

After school had ended, Momo started walking with Hagakure towards the train station.

"You don't usually come this way," Hagakure noted.

"No, but I wanted to talk to you," Momo admitted. "I was wondering if you had noticed Shinso's makeup."

"Yeah, it's applied pretty well, but it's not quite the right color, why?" Hagakure said suspiciously.

"I think it may be hiding a scar. I gave him some thicker foundation, and that may conceal it a bit better, but I'm fairly sure the makeup is either hiding a scab, or a scar."

"What kind of scar is across the bridge of the nose and the cheekbones?" Hagakure asked, narrowing her eyes.

"I'm looking into it," Momo said, sighing. "I'm assuming you don't know what his quirk is?"

Hagakure shook her head. Or Momo assumed she did from the movement of the headband the girl was wearing.

"You won't like this," Momo admitted after a moment. "But currently, my highest ranked option for the scar, is from a muzzle."

"A what?" Hagakure asked, horrified.

Momo pulled out her phone, opening up the tab she'd left open. She showed it to Hagakure. "They're generally referred to as 'quirk suppressive devices', but they're muzzles. You can find them in any size from adult," she paused as realization dawned on Hagakure's face. "To child or teen."

"How would that leave a scar?" Hagakure asked after a moment.

"The edge doesn't look padded at all. If the muzzle was sufficiently tight, I think it could cut into the skin and result in a scar in the same place Shinso wears his makeup," Momo said, putting her phone away.

"Should we tell Aizawa-sensei?" Hagakure asked.

"Would he believe us? Or do anything about it?"

"I think so, when Shinso had his panic attack that first day he looked really worried. I think he does care for Shinso."

"Alright. Do you want to come with me to tell him? I can get my driver to drive you home if you're worried about missing a train. And he won't come until I say I'm ready."

Hagakure waffled for a moment, then nodded. "Yes. Let's go. I think we should tell Ojiro as well, but tomorrow."

"He'd want to know," Momo agreed as they ran back to the school. "But tomorrow."

Luckily they met Aizawa-sensei outside of the school. He looked ready to get into a car, but paused when he saw them running towards him. "Yaoyorozu? Hagakure? Is something wrong?"

"Not with us," Momo said, brushing down her skirt. "We wanted to tell you about some suspicions we have."

He eyed them cautiously. "Is it about Shinso?"

Hagakure nodded. "We noticed a few things, and think he's being abused at home."

Aizawa-sensei sighed deeply. "I had suspected as well. What have you noticed?"

"W-well," Momo said, nibbling on her lip. "I noticed he wears thick makeup across the bridge of his nose and cheek bones, and we think it may be hiding an injury."

Aizawa-sensei frowned. "He could get an infection if it isn't properly healed. I'll talk to Recovery Girl about it tomorrow."

"We think it's from a muzzle," Hagakure said quickly. "It's in the right spot for it."

Aizawa-sensei looked rather angry all of a sudden, although not at Momo and Hagakure. "We're going to the principal."

So, they went to see the principal. Momo had met him once, during the recommendation exams, and he'd scared her. Her parents too if their clipped manner of speaking to him was any indication.

Physically he wasn't very imposing, maybe two feet tall, but his mind was the thing to be feared. His quirk, High Spec, made him incredibly smart, and he often seemed omniscient.

"Aizawa, Hagakure, Yaoyorozu," the principal didn't seem shocked to see them, but Momo assumed that he had seen them coming towards his office. "What seems to be the problem?"

"I want Shinso Hitoshi out of his home," Aizawa growled, looking far more awake than he usually did.

"I'll do what I can, but we may need more obvious evidence." Nezu's smile was malicious, and Momo suddenly knew just why he was so feared. "I will take care of this. Expect a week at maximum. Probably right after the field trip."

"What field trip?" Hagakure asked quickly.

"A field trip," Nezu said cooly, the smile softening somewhat. "You'll find out next week."

Momo started worrying, and immediately started mentally compiling how many explosive or otherwise destructive substances she could make. It was best to be prepared.

Nezu smiled, looking straight at her. "Don't worry too much. Now get along, I believe you have people waiting for you."

She had studying waiting for her, Momo thought. She needed more things that were useful in combat, not just basic weapons. She had to get creative.

Shinso was later than normal the next morning, or perhaps Momo and Hagakure were early, Momo wasn't sure. Ojiro was there already, which made things easier.

He seemed to sense something was off and raised his eyebrow at them. "Is something the matter?"

Momo shifted awkwardly, so Hagakure took it upon herself to start the conversation. "Did you notice that Shinso's been wearing makeup?"

Ojiro tilted his head. "Sort of? I didn't see it directly, but there was something odd there."

Momo found her feet and started talking. They had to get it over with before class started and everyone was in the classroom. "We think Shinso's not in a great home."

"We did tell Aizawa-sensei," Hagakure said quickly. "And he says they're gonna work on it but we figured we should tell you."

"I mean, thanks for telling me?" Ojiro said hesitantly. "It explains more than a few things honestly."

Momo nodded. The door opened and they stopped talking. It was just Iida, loud and excitable. Maybe they got here earlier then she thought. The only person here had been Bakugo, relaxing in his seat with two things, she thought they might be either hearing aids or earbuds, laying on his desk. From the way he didn't put them in when Iida entered and started lecturing him about putting his feet on the table, maybe it was the hearing aids option. Who knew.

Momo was pretty sure that everyone had noticed her sudden increase in books over the next few days. Then again, the class had shown to be very dense and not very observant, so maybe they hadn't. Hagakure seemed to notice, if the amused looks she got until Hagakure saw the titles of the books and looked almost terrified.

"How on earth did you even get those books?" Hagakure hissed. "Those are like, really dangerous!"

Momo nodded. "My parents found them for me. Don't worry, the inside is encoded, and I have trackers on all of the books. These'll be helpful later."

"Momo, you are literally studying nitroglycerin, the stuff that the explosive guy sweats."

"Yeah, is that a problem?"

Hagakure blinked, then sighed. "Just don't blow anything up please."

"I wouldn't," Momo promised. She was plenty levelheaded enough to know when using this was appropriate, and when it was not. "And I'm also studying sleeping gas, as another precaution. Don't worry, I have also learned to make gas masks."

"It's just a field trip," Hagakure said, somewhat exasperated.

"This is also UA," Momo countered. "Anything could happen."

(A/N) Happy Birthday to Momo, and have a good day! Or night I guess. A good existence. There we go.