(A/N) Onward! Let's see how far we get.
Momo woke up with Toru's breath on the back of her neck and a warm arm around her stomach. It was certainly a better way to wake up then an alarm or something. Of course, the smell of cinnamon rolls didn't help.
She was a bit stuck however, the 20 pound blanket and Toru's arm and legs holding her thoroughly in place. She carefully extracted her legs from being tangled with Toru's, then tried to roll out from under Toru's arm. She was not successful entirely, finding Toru's hand tangled in her shirt, so she had to ever so gently extract her shirt, then wriggle out from under the blanket. Then she just had to get around Mashirao, who was curled up on the bed. Without waking him up.
She grabbed the railing of the bed Hitoshi was on to make it so she put less weight down on the mattress, which used core muscles and made the scar ache. She ignored it and safely got to the ground without waking anyone up.
She crept towards the door, accidentally bumping into one of the bags near the door. She froze as it fell over with a soft thump, something falling out. She glanced at the beds, finding both Toru and Mashirao still asleep, still in their same positions. Momo breathed a quiet sigh of relief and glanced at the bag that had fallen over.
It was Hitoshi's. The thing that had fallen out was a muzzle, and while she couldn't see it well due to the darkness of the room, it looked like it had blood on it. She scrambled for the light, suddenly uncaring of whether she woke up Toru and Mashirao or not.
They flicked on when she hit the lightswitch, and her breath stuttered. There was blood on it, and a significant amount, mostly old, lining the top of the mask, streaking, almost covering the middle and bottom of the mask, inside and outside.
She ran a finger along the rim of the mask, hissing quietly when her finger came away with a cut. She carefully made disinfectant on her other hand, rubbing it into the cut. Who knew what was on the muzzle. A bandaid followed that quickly, although it was a bit awkward to put on since she was still holding the muzzle.
"Momo?" Toru asked sleepily, sitting up. She blinked at the muzzle. "I-Is that what I think it is?"
"Probably," Momo replied faintly, turning it over in her hands.
Toru probably stepped on Mashirao on her way over, based on the pained yelp and quick sorry.
He wandered over too after a moment, staring at the thing in Momo's hands. "Is that a muzzle? Like the quirk suppressing ones?"
"Yeah," Momo said, almost wishing she was strong enough to just break it. "It fell out of Hitoshi's backpack."
"I'll take a picture of it and send it to Aizawa," Toru said, scrambling across the room to grab her cellphone. She snapped a quick picture of it, trying to get all of it in the picture, and sending it to Aizawa. "He should have enough evidence with this, right? And the injuries from earlier?"
"If he doesn't I'm going to try murdering the legal system," Mashirao replied solemnly.
"Please don't," Momo sighed. "What now?"
"We put it back I guess, or maybe throw it out?" Toru suggested.
"Let's put it back for now, and give it to your mom later," Mashirao said. "She'll probably know what to do with it, right?"
"Yeah, I guess," Toru murmured, staring at it. "Let's do that."
Momo carefully put the muzzle back in Hitoshi's bag, trying to cover it with his clothes so he wouldn't have to see it later.
"Well, we might as well try and pretend that didn't just happen and go find out what mom made," Toru said after a moment.
"It does smell really good," Mashirao agreed, nudging the door open wider.
Momo was mildly surprised to find Hitoshi and Toru's mom both bent over a notebook, although only Toru's mom was speaking. Hitoshi was writing through, which meant he was voluntarily communicating with an adult without issue.
"She fed him," Toru whispered in Momo's ear. "I bet that's why he's so relaxed. See the mugs? I'm willing to bet they have the remains of cinnamon rolls in them."
"Ah, good morning children," Toru's mom said, noticing them at last. "You're awake just in time, the cinnamon rolls are almost done."
Momo grabbed the mugs before she could, checking inside as she put them in the sick. Sure enough, they had the remains of something in them. Momo didn't know what cinnamon rolls looked like, so she couldn't say if that was what had been in there, but she trusted Toru.
They all settled down at the table while Toru's mom checked the cinnamon rolls.
"Oh! Momo! I didn't end up cuddling you in my sleep did I?" Toru asked.
"No you did, I don't mind, it was kind of nice," Momo admitted bashfully, probably blushing. It felt like she was blushing.
"Here we go!" Toru's mom chirped, placing a sort of wooden square on the table, then placing a pan down on top of that delicately. "None of you get to go hungry, there's another pan still in the oven.
Momo surveyed the cinnamon rolls. They did look rather good.
She blinked at the plate when it was set in front of her, followed by a fork and knife. It was...plastic?
"Not used to plastic plates?" Toru guessed, laughing. "When there have been children in the house at any point, everyone ends up with the plastic plates. They're way better anyway. Less risk with clumsy people."
"I see?" Momo offered. She hadn't used plastic plates before admittedly. Especially not such...colorful ones. She was pretty sure Hitoshi had an All Might plate, but it had been covered by a cinnamon roll by Toru's mom.
"Mom you forgot frosting," Toru said, after glancing around the kitchen.
"I was wondering how long it'd take you to notice," she replied, laughing.
Momo watched in utter confusion as Toru's mom pulled a bowl out of the fridge and plopped it down in front of Toru. "Why are you putting frosting on it?"
Toru shrugged, absolutely covering the cinnamon roll she'd grabbed in frosting. "It's good?"
This seemed like an inordinate amount of sugar. Momo didn't think she got it.
"Just try it!" Toru encouraged, scooping one of the smaller cinnamon rolls onto Momo's plate and putting some frosting on about a third of it. "It'll be a good experience even if you don't like it!"
"We have other breakfast foods if you really don't like it," Toru's mom reassured her. "But I would try it."
Momo glanced across the table to where Hitoshi was calmly eating his plain, marking about the second time she'd seen him eat anything actually calmly and not completely zoned out. Especially with an adult nearby.
She shrugged and tried it. Might as well.
Okay it was really good, maybe she could understand why Toru covered hers in frosting. Just maybe.
Momo took the opportunity to put frosting on the rest of hers.
"Knew you'd like it!" Toru chirped, beaming before going back to practically inhaling hers.
"Alright!" Toru's mom chirped, clapping her hands together softly once everyone had finished eating. "Why don't all of you each take a shower, then we'll see what we want to do today, hm?"
Various nods of agreement from around the table, and Toru's mom started pulling some sort of plastic wrap over the cinnamon rolls. "Hitoshi, why don't you go first, and the others can help me clean up a little bit, since you helped so much earlier."
Momo tilted her head in mild confusion. Hitoshi had helped earlier? He had been up earlier than them, since he had been in the kitchen for quite some time based on the mugs, it was good he'd managed to help though.
Hitoshi scribbled something on the notepad, and she glanced at it. "Nonsense, you're going first, and I only need three people's help. You've done enough for now, alright kid?"
Hitoshi seemed to reluctantly accept it, getting up and heading for the bedroom.
"Oh, Hitoshi, if you check my bag, my mom remembered you're taller than me and put some jeans that I'm probably not going to grow into, they should fit you, Mom's been looking to get rid of them for a while and they're just cluttering up my drawers," Mashirao commented casually, smiling at Hitoshi. "Try em, would you?"
Hitoshi nodded hesitantly, like he wasn't quite sure what he was doing, and wandered into the bedroom itself.
"There's something we wanted to talk to you about mom," Toru started, once Hitoshi was in the shower for the time being and they had started clean up.
(A/N) Leaving it there… and leaving you on tiny bit cliffhanger, but it'll mildly skip ahead next time because I'm impatient.