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My maid's request?!
Izuku Midoriya was so peaceful, he didn't want to open up his eyes after he woke up. He simply wanted to stay in bed with Momo. Wait Momo? He instantly recalled everything that happened between them last night. Remembering that he was in bed with his girlfriend, he realized what he was using as a pillow, his eyes snapped open as he tried to lift himself up, off Momo's bosom!
In panic, he didn't notice that when he pushed himself up, one of his hands was on a squishy mound!
He cringed when he heard her let out a panting wince, his eyes darted to her face and her expression. Her face was lying to the side and her eyes were closed yet looked like they were about to struggle open, she had a slight blush across her cheeks as she sucked in, biting her lip before letting out a sleepy moan.
"Hiee!" Surprised by her actions, his hand slipped and he fell face-first back into her cleavage with a muffled, "Hmph!"
With all the morning commotion going on over her body, Momo couldn't help but to wake up as her eyes fluttered open. She then turned her head to the person on top of her, she let out a sleepy giggle as she lifted her hand up and twinkled her fingers down at him.
"...Good morning, Darling..!"
And pathetically embarrassed, he could only muffle it back in between her breast. "Good morning, Momo..." He was finally able to lift himself, off of her, sitting up on his knees, with her thighs loosely hugging around him. He stared down at her with a sheepish smile as he ruffled the back of his hair. "C'mon, we should get ready for school, I need to take back Eri too."
Momo nodded before she looked off to the side with her loose strand of her hiding that side of her face, with only her cheek, nose, and lips visible as she said it. "Can you scramble my eggs again..?"
He had a closed-eye smile as he said, "Eh? Sure, for breakfast, right?" But she didn't reply, as a blush spread across her face, "Eh, Momo?! Y-You mean for breakfast, right?!"
The kitchen was already noisy by the time they left his room. They were both shocked to see Eri scrambling around in a ditzy panic, as it seemed she was trying to make breakfast, with broken eggs, spilled milk and pancake batter everywhere.
Both Izuku and Momo had a closed-eye smile to hide their sweatdrop at the mess in front of them. Izuku spoke up to get the little girl's attention, "Ehm, Eri, would you like help?"
Upon hearing his voice, the little girl snapped in their direction with wide eyes before thrusting her hands forward, attempting to hide everything behind her. "No, you can't see the surprise yet!"
"Surprise?" Momo asked, confused at first, until both her and Izuku began to understand what she meant. Eri wanted to make them breakfast. A smile pulled on her lips as she shook her head with a giggle at the little girl's adorable effort.
Izuku walked up to Eri, kneeling down to her and patting her head. "Don't worry about it, Eri, you already made us happy, simply because you tried, okay? And you can help us clean this mess, okay?"
"Okay!" After she said that, Izuku and her shared a sunshine smile.
Momo had to avert her eyes! 'It's too bright and precious!'
As the three of them began to clean the kitchen, Izuku apologized to Momo. "Ah, sorry about this, I don't think we will be able to eat breakfast at this rate."
"No, don't worry about it, Darling. It wasn't your fault, besides it was a sweet thought on Eri's part. Oh, speaking of Eri, I should go clean her up as well, I doubt Teacher will be happy to see her like that."
Izuku chuckled with a nod. "Yeah, Eraserhead would probably never trust her with me again. Ah, but go ahead, I'll finish up here."
The three of them finished up taking care of their home before they got ready to head to school. On the train, the three of them were sitting side by side, with Izuku on one side, Momo on the other, and Eri in the middle, all of them riding peacefully along to the thudding tracks as they went to school.
Upon reaching U.A. Izuku and Momo escorted Eri to Aizawa, who was at the faculty office, in his sleeping bag. He stared at Momo and Izuku with a deadpan expression, easily able to tell that they had started a relationship but paid it no mind, he knew they were both responsible enough to focus on their hero work. He greeted Eri with a simple nod and in turn, Eri nodded back with the same deadpan expression, acting like a miniature version of Aizawa. She was already in a sleeping bag too!
"Eh, where did that come from!?" Izuku was completely flabbergasted at Eri's change in demeanor.
"It looked like she wanted one, so I quickly made it for her, Master."
Although Aizawa didn't care for their relationship, he was taken aback by what his student, Yaoyorozu, called his other student, the problem child. Izuku cringed at the fact that Momo hadn't seemed to realize that she just said that in front of their teacher, but before either Izuku or Eraserhead could react, Eri innocently asked,
"Mr. Aizawa, can you be my maid?"
"Hiee!"
"Eeip!"
"What did you do to my child..?!" His quirk was already activated with his hair going up, and he captured both of them in his binding cloth before they even thought of escaping, dragging them towards him as Eri simply waited for her question to be answered.
After having to face Aizawa and go through morning classes, Izuku and Momo were on the school roof, alongside Jiro as they enjoyed lunch together. Or at least they tried to.
"That... was brutal." Izuku let out with a sigh of dread with gloomy eyes. They had to explain that Momo was Izuku's personal maid, although Momo did most of the explaining to their teacher, but what was surprising to Izuku was how Aizawa didn't seem shocked that Momo was a maid, just couldn't believe his problem child also had these problems as well. 'Although, now that I think about it, he would know where Momo was interning and if she had a second job with them. He does know all of his students really well, I mean he even paired up me and Momo up against him on semester exams during our first year.'
Aizawa had told them to keep their public displays of affection away from school and heroing, and forbid them from using that type of language in front of Eri again.
"I agree. I couldn't concentrate during classes at all because I could feel Teacher's glare even when he wasn't in class."
"Oof, that's tough." Jiro sympathized with a dry voice.
But at her reply, Momo's attitude shifted. "Hmph! I'm still mad at you." Momo, who was sitting in between, Izuku and Jiro, crossed her arms and turned her face away from her friend with her nose up and eyes closed.
"Yo, what did I do?" She asked with a raised eyebrow.
Her crossed arms loosened a bit as she tried to stay mad, speaking with puffed-up cheeks and pouty lips. "You never texted me when you got home."
"Eh? That's what you're pissed about?" Jiro gave her a sarcastic stare of disappointment.
Momo uncrossed her arms and opened her eyes with delicate concern.
"I know it's silly... But what if you don't come home..."
Jiro's sarcasm dropped, feeling a pang of guilt. "Fuck..."
Momo could tell that was how Jiro apologized, so she giggled shaking her head. "No, it's quite, alright. As I said, I'm being silly..."
Izuku could only glance between them, not quite understanding the situation. It was something that was continually frustrating him, despite being her boyfriend he still knew that Momo was dealing with something that she hadn't told him yet. 'I can't just keep sitting on the fence like this, I finally have to ask Momo about what's been weighing on her.' He inwardly resolved himself, deciding he would ask her about it, the next time they were alone.
While Izuku was rambling in his thoughts, Momo and Jiro were still having their conversation. "Um, nah dude, let me make it up to you. Is there anything I can do? Midoriya will even help."
That got him out of his thoughts. "Oi, don't just volunteer me like that."
"But am I wrong though?"
"... I mean well no but still have some consideration."
Momo giggled at their banter before she actually took the time to think about Jiro's offer.
It was a simple request really but Momo couldn't help but to fill with anticipation, although if she knew what it would lead to, then maybe she would have been more apprehensive... or maybe not...
'Her expression softened as if becoming content with her own desire. She placed one hand over her bosom, clasping it shut into a delicate fist as she stared off, letting her loose strand of hair flutter along to the gentle wind. And she said it with an earnest vulnerability I could never forget. It was a fragile happiness that I didn't know could be so precious to me...'
"Ne, let's go to the beach..!"
