(A/N) The furthering of the 'Momo needs a Hug' tag. I swear I'm sorry. Maybe. I'm definitely sorry about Hosu.

With Hitoshi officially out of his previous foster home, Momo took two days to rest and try and get rid of a bit of stress before they entered the week before the Sports Festival. She couldn't relax all that easily though, not when she didn't know when All Might and Nezu expected her to be ready to recieve OFA. All Might was probably managing fine, although it seemed his time was decreasing as time went on. How soon would they need another user?

It was stressing her out a bit, and Toru and Mashirao had obviously picked up on it, but she couldn't tell them anything, couldn't say anything of the mess she was now stuck in. She couldn't change it now though, and she would have to live with it. It was the best choice she told herself. She was the best option. She couldn't let someone else bear that burden when she could manage it just fine.

Last day of school before they entered only one week till the Sport Festival, and Momo was pulled aside after heroics. She reassured her friends All Might just needed to discuss something random with her, and told them to go ahead without her.

Based on the stubborn looks that wouldn't be the case, but she could dream.

"Why did you need to see me?" Momo asked the teacher politely.

"If you're ready," All Might shifted awkwardly and Momo realized this was it. Her last chance to back out now, her last chance to leave this to someone else.

But she couldn't. She couldn't just leave this to someone else, leave it to someone that might not be able to handle it when she could. Couldn't leave All Might to be forced to find yet another person.

Momo didn't hear the rest of the sentence. She didn't need to. She just nodded. It was now or never.

She was not going to swallow a hair. She'd rather drink something with blood in it. Blood had plenty of DNA in it, so that was probably better anyway.

"Just...no," Momo sighed. "I'd much rather consume something with blood in it, so let's go ask Recovery Girl."

All Might blinked like he hadn't considered that. "Huh?"

"Blood has DNA in it too," Momo pointed out. "And it's a bit more...sterile than hair. I'd rather make tea and have you drip blood in it then drink that."

"Oh. That should work too I suppose."

Momo just sighed and shook her head. Sometimes adults could be so dumb. "To Recovery Girl, assuming she knows."

"She does," All Might agreed, trailing after her like some sort of lost puppy.

Recovery Girl's office was rather close, given they had been near the heroics training grounds. The logic of placing her there had probably been that if she was near the training grounds they could get injured students to her faster.

"Ah, All Might, Yaoyorozu," Recovery Girl said, opening the door at Momo's knock. "No one's injured?"

"Not yet," Momo replied somewhat testily. "With any luck it'll be All Might in a moment."

"I don't think that's the right way to phrase it," All Might said, sounding worried.

"I assume you have blood drawing materials here?" Momo said, smiling the smile she'd learned to hold when she was annoyed but wasn't allowed to show it.

"Of course we do," Recovery Girl scoffed. "Should I assume Toshinori thought there wasn't another way other than eating hair?"

"Yes," Momo replied, relieved that she wouldn't have to explain it.

"Why don't we do a blood transfusion," Recovery Girl suggested, starting to ready two needles. "It'll take a bit longer, but the quirk should integrate faster then going through the digestive system. What's your blood type dearie?"

"A positive," Momo replied easily. She'd figured she'd probably need to know that and had gotten it tested a while ago. It had come in handy now.

"Wonderful, Toshinori is A positive as well," Recovery Girl said. "Sit down Toshinori we're not even borrowing a cup of blood from you because you wouldn't be able to give any more than that."

Momo sat down on the chair next to the bed All Might had chosen to sit on, and watched Recovery Girl do her thing and collect some blood from All Might.

Half an hour later, and Momo had a theoretically mild migraine. Even if in practice it felt like someone was driving a pick into her temples.

Recovery Girl handed her a few painkillers and sent her home.

It was hard to think through the pain in her head, but Momo could tell that something was off when she realized her mother's car was in the drive way. It may have been a half hour after school, but that didn't mean her mother should've been home yet.

"Momo," Her mother said primly as Momo entered the massive house she called home. "You're late getting home."

Momo took probably a bit too long to respond, spitting out the cover story they'd come up with. "I have a migraine and I was kept after school in the hope it would go away after a bit, but it didn't so Recovery Girl sent me home to sleep it off." Easy cover story especially given she did have a migraine at the moment. Plus it was getting worse so she really wanted to just go to her room, text her friends, then pass out for the rest of the night.

"It will have to wait, I have good news. And you need to eat dinner, I will not have you disgracing our name and passing out again." It was only her many many years dealing with her mother that kept Momo from groaning loudly. She was tired and needed to sleep, plus it'd be another hour before her father got home at least. She was going to take a nap at least, and hope it mitigated the migraine somewhat, or at least let the meds kick in.

"I will get you for dinner in an hour and a half," her mother said firmly. "And you will be awake and ready to come down and eat with your father and I."

"Right," Momo agreed tiredly, hoping to the stars her mother was done with her.

"Shoo," her mother said. "And shower would you? You stink. It's disgraceful."

Momo decided to compromise with herself, she'd shower to get the grime off, then take a nap in the bath. It wouldn't be the first time she'd done it, and likely not the last. Plus maybe the warmth would help with the migraine. Although wasn't cold on the back of the neck supposed to help with headaches? Maybe she'd try that later if the migraine wasn't gone yet.

She showered quickly, then set a timer on her phone for an hour and slid into the bath.

She woke to her alarm, turning it off and quickly slipping out of the now lukewarm bath. The migraine had lessened luckily, so now it was just a mild headache. She could ignore it for now.

She got dressed slightly nicely, hoping to evade any criticism, and texted her friends that she was all good, but would be going to bed early because of her headache. They send back 'get well's and 'feel better's.

As promised, her mother came to fetch her a moment later, scanning her critically and apparently deeming her fine, even with her still slightly damp hair.

She used the silent walk downstairs to pull her hair into its usual ponytail. It'd be better to have it up as usual to show she was unbothered.

Dinner was quiet and non speaking, but Momo didn't mind at all. It put off whatever news it was and was easier on her headache.

As soon as desert had been finished off, Momo's mother cleared her throat and stood up, doing the smile that meant she had good news. It wasn't always good news for everybody, but it was good news nonetheless.

"I finally got a marriage arranged! Even with the difficulty you provided."

Momo froze. It was her, it had to be her, and logically she'd known this would happen eventually, even if she made it very clear she wasn't going to stop heroics to be a trophy wife. Any time she'd expressed that her mother had always patted her on the head and said she'd change her mind, but she wasn't going to, she wouldn't be some young trophy wife who used to be a hero for an old geezer who looked at her and only saw eye candy. She had OFA now, she needed to uphold that reputation, handle the burden of being the next symbol of peace.

"That's wonderful!" Her father said, looking pleased. "With who?"

"Well it took a while, the intention to be a hero curbed a lot of interest, and the USJ mess with that horrid scar didn't help." Momo clutched her shirt over where the scar was. She'd gotten that defending people, she was proud of it, it was a show that she was willing to do what it took to save people.

"So?" Her father prompted.

"The Iida's youngest son!" Her mother revealed, smiling proudly. "They're a hero family, they don't mind the horrid scar or her temporary desire to be a hero."

Momo wanted to shout that it wasn't temporary. She was going to be a hero, she was going to save people. She was going to be the next Symbol of Peace if it killed her.

At least she knew Iida, knew he was a sweet boy, knew he probably wouldn't try and stop her the second he had more control over her. And with any luck he wouldn't treat her as a trophy wife to be shown off as eye candy.

"And try not to collect any more scars would you?" Her mother scoffed at Momo, sneering. "Wouldn't want to terrify the poor boy wedding night."

Momo didn't mention that the Iida's were a hero family and therefore would have plenty of scars of their own, and tried instead not to internalize the comments.

"Whatever, you're dismissed. Can't have you showing up tomorrow looking like the walking dead."

Momo left as quickly as possible, which wasn't quite as quickly as she wished she could, and immediately locked the door to her room, making and installing two more locks on a whim. Doing that did mean she needed to tap into the small hoard of snacks she had collected, but she supposed it didn't really matter.

The headache pounded in her head and she pulled the curtains shut, turning off the lights. That helped, but not all that much. Momo resigned herself to several hours laying in the dark without sleep from the pain, and changed before carefully laying down on her bed. She had a lot to sort through anyway. Might as well do it now.

(A/N) My poor baby. I swear I'm sorry Momo.