A little late, but happy second year writing anniversary to me! Wahoo! Thank you everyone who has supported me over the last year. It sure has been crazy, but seriously all your love, kudos, and comments have kept me going. THANK YOU!

Shout out to all my betas for this work: Emberstork, C's Melody and FlourChildWrites, and CrazyElf! (thanks also to Taq too for calming me down when I was a spaz, and Revaliciousness for doing a final read)

And, staying on the topic of betas, HUGE shout outs to my betas for the entire year: C's Melody and FlourChildWrites. They've been helping kick Ashes of Love and War into shape and seriously I could not have done it without them. Any beautiful imagery is thanks to FlourChildWrites pushing me to be more descriptive. And, although as readers you probably can't see it, C's Melody has helped with the story flow and advised where scenes didn't hit. Both have pushed me to be a better writer and I've learned so much from them, so thank you!

To celebrate my anniversary, I'm throwing everything I've learned into this piece. Last year, my big takeaway was how to keep a scene in one character's pov and I got better at adding movement to bring a scene to life. This year, I think my biggest improvements have been learning when to use commas vs periods in dialogue and how to make sentences shorter and to the point.

Other notes, this piece was heavily inspired by Kaguya-sama: Love is War. I watched both seasons of Kaguya-sama and fell absolutely in love. I'm not usually into those kinds of romantic comedy stories but this show killed me. So now you all have to put up with my TodoMomo version of the fireworks episode.

"I've got it!" Ashido's chair screeched back, and she slammed her hands down onto the dorm's dining table, causing Momo to start. Hagakure's fingers paused in Momo's hair as Ashido looked excitedly between the class 2-A girls. "We should go to the Sumidagawa festival!"

It had been a month since the last of the cherry blossoms had fallen, and the brisk chill of spring had given way to the cloying heat of summer. With the changing seasons and their fast-approaching summer break, an infectious excitement had taken root in class 2-A.

Unlike their first year, when they had been shipped off to the mountains to train, the summer of the class' second year was looking to be far more tame. No training camps. No extra classes. Besides their mandatory part-time internships for the holidays, U.A. was leaving the students to enjoy their second-year summer in relative peace. And no one appeared more excited about this than Ashido Mina, who had called an 'emergency' girls meeting to discuss possible options.

"Sumidagawa?" Momo repeated slowly. She could feel Hagakure's fingers scrape lightly against her scalp as she resumed braiding her hair. Momo looked down and pressed the knuckle of her index finger to her chin, trying to remember where she had heard the name before. She had only been to a festival once before — during first year, with Todoroki Shouto.

Momo felt her heart stutter in the manner she was growing accustomed to when thinking about her seatmate. Recently, her mind had grown prone to fixating and overanalyzing Todoroki Shouto's words and actions. And, in particular, one of her favorite moments to focus on was their time together exploring and watching fireworks at the Enichii festival.

She shifted in her chair, smoothing out imaginary wrinkles from her lace night shorts. Her fingers caught at the edge of the fabric and Momo wrapped the end around her finger. There was no reason for her to be thinking about it this much. Todoroki showing up at the festival had been a coincidence. And his decision to escort her was an act of kindness that any hero in training would extend to a fellow classmate. So why? Why did her mind insist on returning to that night, over and over?

It must be because Todoroki had never expressed interest in spending time with her before that night. In fact, up until the sports festival, he had seemed the solitary type, uninterested in getting to know anyone in their class. The fact that he felt comfortable enough to open up to her, of all people, about his family made her chest swell with happiness.

"It's super, super amazing!" Ashido continued excitedly, drawing Momo out of her thoughts. "And it's not too far from here. We have to go."

The name finally clicked, and Momo looked up at the girls surrounding the table. "Ah, I've seen the Sumidagawa fireworks from my room before." She held up a finger and smiled. "It's a historic event that can be traced back to the Kyoto famine in 1732, when fireworks were launched as part of festivals for the dead –"

"No!" Ashido interrupted, crossing her arms into an 'x' above her head. "That's not why we are going, Yaomomo!"

"Vice President, that's not it at all," Hagakure chastised lightly from behind her, her invisible fingers pausing their task of pleating Momo's hair into a braid. "The festival is about fireworks, food stalls, and yukatas."

"Exactly!" Ashido's voice cracked as she nodded in agreement.

"They'll have so much good food," Uraraka echoed from across the table, cupping her cheeks. "Okonomiyaki, yaki imo, takayaki..."

"Yes! Yes! Yes!" Hagakure said, unintentionally yanking a section of Momo's hair, making her flinch. "And they'll have your favorite Uraraka-chan — mochi!"

"Mochi!" Uraraka's voice grew shrill on the word. Her expression lit up as if she already tasted it.

Momo hid a giggle behind her hand.

"It would definitely be a fun summer activity, kero," Asui added, tapping her chin and smiling. "My sister gave me a new hair clip that I've been meaning to wear."

"I'm sure the guys would love to go too," Uraraka said, pressing her fingers together, except for her pinkies which stuck up in the air.

Jirou raised an eyebrow as she looked across the table at Uraraka. "Are we inviting the guys? Or keeping it just us?" she asked, twirling her earphone jack around her finger.

"I think we should include them," Uraraka said thoughtfully. "It would be fun to do something all together."

Ashido leaned closer to Uraraka, a grin twisting across her lips. "So sly, Urarka-chan," she said, elbowing her in the side. "You just want to hang out with Mi-do-ri-ya, don't you?" she whispered in a sing-song tone. The black of her eyes glittered suggestively.

Uraraka flushed. "No! It's nothing like that," she said, waving her hands in front of herself frantically. Her eyes glanced around the living room quickly. It was deserted except for them. Uraraka's shoulders relaxed and she leaned back in her chair. "I just…" she trailed off, dropping her gaze down to the table. Her expression turned whimsical. "It's just maybe our last year that we can do something like this — all together — before we graduate."

Momo's chest tightened.

"Ochako-chan," Asui said; her voice was soft. She reached over to rub Uraraka's back.

Everyone's expressions fell as the reality of Uraraka's words hung over them. Once they became third years, they'd be busy interning and applying to agencies; they wouldn't have time to spend going to festivals. And, even if they did, the likelihood that they would all have the same evening off on one of Japan's busiest days of the year was slim.

Momo bit her lip. She had enjoyed seeing the fireworks last year at Enichii with Todoroki —

Todoroki.

Would this be the last chance she'd get to see them with him? Momo's heart dropped.

Ashido's expression flickered, and she straightened. "That settles it," she said firmly, curling her left hand into a loose fist and pounding it against her right palm. Her eyes were intent. "Let's invite everyone. We have to live this up if it's going to be our last summer that we can all hang out together!"

Momo nodded, her spirits lifting at Ashido's words. "I can speak to Iida-san about the planning."

Ashido gave her a thumbs up. "Perfect!"

"And we have to dress up," Hagakure stressed.

Ashido's expression lit up. "Of course! If we are going to take pictures, we got to look good."

"If we are going to dress up, I think I'll have to go buy a new yukata," Jirou said, a small smile pulling at her lips.

Momo felt a rush of excitement. "I know a wonderful shop that sells yukatas!" She laid her hand over her chest and smiled brightly. "Why don't we go together? And anyone else who needs one is welcome to join us, of course!"

"Oh! To be expected of our Vice President," Hagakure said. Her voice was filled with admiration.

Momo's cheeks warmed under the praise as she watched the elastic sitting on the table float up and disappear behind her head. She felt Hagakure's fingers thread the ends of her hair through the band and release the loose braid with a snap.

"Then that settles it. The Sumidagawa festival it is!" Ashido cried, pumping her fist into the air. "Summer here we come!"

Momo took a sip of her lavender tea, then tilted her head back to stare at the vase of wisteria flowers that sat on the shelf above her vanity. It had been an hour since Ashido's summer planning meeting had ended. She should be going to bed, but her usual bedtime ritual didn't seem to be calming her eager thoughts.

Her stomach fluttered. She dropped her gaze back down to stare blankly at the chemistry encyclopedia that laid open in front of her.

It sounded fun — going to the festival with everyone — with him.

Her hands curled tighter around her warm cup, and she smiled to herself. Last year, Todoroki had escorted her through the Enichii festival, but they had both been too new to the experience to do anything more than explore the stalls.

Perhaps, going back this year, she could try some of the food Uraraka had mentioned, maybe even play street games. Would Todoroki want to escort her once more? Her heartbeat increased. And what if he complimented her on her yukata again?

'It suits you.'

Heat spread across her face, staining her cheeks pink. Momo shook her head. Placing her cup down on her desk, her lips thinned. This was going to be a class activity. A class activity. Not — whatever it was her mind seemed to be hoping for.

Momo sighed, then straightened in her chair, and forced herself to inhale slowly through her nose.

Seriously, she was in the hero course. There was no time for these sudden and confusing teenage feelings.

Momo closed her chemistry encyclopedia and pushed it to the top of her desk. Then leaned down and pulled out the blue notebook from her school bag that she had designated for class representative activities.

If she wasn't going to go to sleep or study, the least she could do was start thinking of possible festival activities to discuss with Iida after class tomorrow. She opened her notebook to a new page and smoothed out the paper. She picked up her pen and, in careful lettering, wrote 'Sumidagawa' at the top.

Leaning back in her seat, Momo tapped the end of her ballpoint pen to her lip. Besides fireworks, they'd need to make sure there were enough other events to keep everyone happy.

She tried to think back to what Todoroki and she had enjoyed last year and froze. Her throat closed as she realized, with shame, that she didn't even know if Todoroki had enjoyed the Enichii festival.

Her stomach twisted.

Now that she thought about it, Todoroki had never suggested anything or acted in a way that might imply that he thought of the night as special or enjoyable in any way. In fact, he had even said that he had felt out of place.

Momo took a deep breath and closed her eyes. Had she just been projecting her own thoughts onto him this entire time? Could it be…had he hated it?

A sharp wave of guilt struck her, and Momo felt her stomach drop in disappointment. All this time, she had been thinking about the Enichii festival as such a magical night without ever considering Todoroki's feelings.

Momo opened her eyes and set her pen down on her desk. Then she slumped forward and buried her head in her arms. She was so selfish and presumptuous.

How could she have forgotten that Todoroki had revealed that he had felt out of place? Festivals were for families, he had said. And, although he had never elaborated on it, his expression had been drawn in a way that alluded to the fact that his family wasn't on the best of terms.

Slowly, Momo sat back up. She pulled her hands into her lap and curled them into fists. Perhaps, if they were all going as a class, Todoroki would feel differently? Maybe he would have a better time than when it was just the two of them…

Momo swallowed over a lump in her throat, and set her jaw, shoving away her insecurity as she picked up her pen. She wouldn't let herself get down.

Last year, her attending Enichii had been a selfish, impulse decision, one she made against her mother's wishes because Uraraka and Hagakure made it sound like an experience every person should have at least once. Momo would plan better this year.

She straightened in her chair and picked up her pen again. The key to a good event was preparation. And, if there was one thing Momo excelled at, it was planning.

'You're good at that sort of thing.'

Momo dropped her pen with a small squeak at the unbidden memory from Todoroki and her midterm battle against Aizawa. Her heart raced. Where had that come from?

Her fingers fidgeted as they pulled her braid over her shoulder. She drew in a deep breath and absently played with the ends of her hair as she tried to calm down.

It must be her subconscious reminding Momo to trust in herself. Just as Todoroki had believed in her and voted for her to be class president - because he thought she'd be good at it. Her heart rose in her chest.

Yes. That must be it.

She breathed deeply and released her hair. Todoroki was right. Planning was her area of expertise. She could do this.

Momo squared her shoulders and picked up her pen again. She would use these emotions — the guilt and disappointment in herself — to make sure Todoroki would have the best time this year. And not just Todoroki. If this was the last chance they all had to hang out together and see fireworks, she would just have to make sure that everyone had the best time possible.

However, even as she thought this, Momo couldn't stop her sixteen-year-old heart from beating a little faster at the idea of once again looking up at a night sky, full of fireworks, with the boy she admired most.

And maybe this time she would know for certain that he wanted to be there just as much as she did.

Shouto felt his stomach do a strange flip. She was humming.

He had never heard Yaoyorozu hum before. It was quiet, barely noticeable, and he probably would have missed it if he wasn't sitting next to her. But it wasn't just the humming that was different. There had been a determined gleam in Yaoyorozu's gaze all day that had drawn his attention and made his chest tighten.

Maybe he had heartburn?

He watched her from the corner of his eye as he slowly slid his pencil case into his school bag. Yaoyorozu continued to ignore him as she scribbled determinedly in a blue notebook that he recognized as the one she used for her class representative duties. Her lips curved up into a faint smile.

"Did something happen?" he asked before he could stop himself.

Yaoyorozu paused and turned to look up at him. Her dark eyes blinked innocently. "Todoroki-san?"

The school day had ended a few minutes ago, and the other students of class 2-A had already filed out. Iida had gone to use the restroom, leaving Yaoyorozu and him alone in the classroom.

Shouto had never been the type to rush, but somehow, hearing Yaoyrozu humming had slowed his feet down more than usual. His hand tightened on his notebook as he picked it up and slid it into his school bag next to his pencil kit.

"I was just wondering if something happened? You seem happier today."

Yaoyorozu's expression flickered, and then lit in understanding. "Mhm. I guess I am," she said, sitting back in her chair. She tucked her loose bangs behind her ear, then raised her head. Her dark eyes glittered as they met his. "Last night, the other girls and I were discussing a possible summer outing over the holiday break — one that we could do as a class. We were thinking of scheduling an event to go see the fireworks at the Sumidagawa festival. I'm going to meet with Iida-san now to discuss the arrangements."

Shouto nodded. He closed his bag and pulled the strap over his shoulder as he straightened. "I see. I'm sure everyone would like that."

"Right?!"

Shouto jumped despite himself. Yaoyorozu's hand shot up to cover her mouth.

"Sorry." A light bashful red dusted across her cheeks. She dropped her hand and looked down at her notebook. A small, embarrassed smile tugged at her lips. "I guess I'm more excited than I thought I'd be."

He stared at her. Something about an excited Yaoyorozu made his chest tighten. It was like the way her whole face lit up talking about chemistry — raw, unfiltered. So different than him. After a moment, the red across her cheeks deepened, and Shouto realized he was taking too long to respond.

"It's okay," he said, avoiding her gaze as she looked back up at him, her eyes searching his face. Shouto cleared his throat. "I think it's good to do something as a class."

Yaoyorozu's expression warmed. "I agree." Her smile returned. "I've actually gotten really into the preparation. I want this to be a memorable event, so I'm going to do my best to plan properly so everyone has a good time."

Shouto looked down at the notebook opened on her desk. A list of activities, dates, and what looked like restaurants was listed in neat calligraphy.

He snorted. She really was good at these types of things. That's why he had voted for her as class rep after all.

Yaoyorozu was a leader; she was smart, dedicated, and had always been the type to go out of her way to think of others. Even last year, when they had gone together to the Enichii festival, she had been more concerned with his feelings than making sure she had a good time.

Shouto swallowed and curled his left hand into a fist at his side. The memory of watching the fireworks with Yaoyorozu still felt surreal.

During the sports festival, Shouto had told Midoriya what had happened with his family, but he had a purpose when he had done that. Midoriya was a rival, and Shouto needed him to understand why he was going all out to defeat him. But with Yaoyorozu, it had been the first time he had voluntarily spoken about his family to someone who was not involved. He still didn't quite understand what had made him decide — after fifteen years — to open up that night. He had just felt comfortable.

His heart beat faster at the memory.

That's right. Yaoyorozu was that type of person. She was dependable and could make others feel at ease.

Shouto looked back at her. Warmth spread in his chest. She really was going to be a great hero.

Yaoyorozu's expression flickered. "What-What is it?" She reached up and touched her cheek as if feeling for something. "Is there something on my face?"

Shouto shook his head, eyes softening. "No." He felt his lips twitch. "It's just...you're amazing, Yaoyorozu."

Her eyes widened, red returning to spread across her cheeks. "Eh?"

"Planning an event so that there is something for everyone to enjoy. I'm sure you'll be able to do it."

"Well…I hope you will enjoy it too," she stuttered quickly.

His lips flicked up slightly. "I'm sure I will if you're the one planning it," he said.

He looked up as the classroom door slid open with a clack, and Iida walked in, smiling brightly.

Shouto's throat felt tight. He swallowed and reached up to adjust the strap of his bag, unsure why he suddenly felt annoyed by his friend's arrival.

He rolled his jaw, as sudden impulsive words clawed up his throat.

"I look forward to escorting you again," he said as he turned and made his way out of the classroom. His heart raced. He cleared his throat as he discreetly activated his right side to cool his suddenly warm insides.

He would definitely need to talk to Recovery Girl if this continued.

Momo read over the text message again. "How does this sound?"

"Yaomomo, it's fine."

She looked up from her phone. Jirou was sprawled across her king-sized bed, flipping absentmindedly through a magazine advertising the latest guitar models. "You've read it over a hundred times already," Jirou added in a flat voice without looking up.

Momo's lips thinned. Then she glanced back down at the screen, scanning the text again. She was grateful Iida had graciously agreed to let her handle the details of the planning, but now that she was drafting the invite, Momo couldn't help but feel a bit anxious about the whole thing.

What if everyone hated the restaurant she chose? Was shopping for yukatas three weeks beforehand even enough time to find the perfect one? However, what worried her the most, sitting like a heavy, black piece of coal in the back of her mind, was what Todoroki would think of her plan - especially after telling her he'd escort her. And what exactly had he even meant by telling her he'd escort her again?

Momo bit her lip. "But what if someone has a question…"

"Then, they can ask you." Jirou finally looked up from the magazine and met Momo's gaze. She quirked an eyebrow. "What's really the matter? You've been fidgety all evening."

Momo sighed. "I just want the night to be perfect. I was talking to Todoroki-san earlier- "

"What did the Ice Prince say to you?" Jirou interrupted. The bed squeaked as Jirou sat up abruptly, and her eyes narrowed. "Do you need me to slug him?"

"No!" Momo sat back in surprise. As much as she loved Jirou, Momo was still not used to how quickly she would threaten violence against the guys of their class, especially towards her new boyfriend, Kaminari.

Jirou Kyouka and Kaminari Denki had begun dating at the beginning of the year, after what had been careful persuasion, and in Momo's opinion, an unreasonable amount of pining between the two. It had been Momo who had finally convinced Kaminari to confess to her friend.

"Todoroki-san didn't say anything. He was very kind. He just said that if I'm the one planning, then the event will surely be enjoyable…"

Jirou's expression relaxed. "Oh, is that it?" She sat back down and crossed her legs. "Then why are you overthinking this?"

Momo sighed. "I-I just feel so badly." She looked down. Her fingers fidgeted with her phone. "Last year, Todoroki-san was so kind and escorted me to Enichii, but I was horrible and never even thought about his feelings on being there. He probably hated it..."

"You're not horrible, Yaomomo. And I doubt he hated it if he was with you."

"But last year he said - !" Momo hesitated, her heart sinking at the thought that her telling Jirou about him feeling out of place could be a betrayal of his confidence. "He just...didn't look like he enjoyed himself. And I'm scared that people won't enjoy this either..."

Jirou gave her a look. "Yaomomo, you're worrying too much. First off," she said, holding up her finger, "Todoroki wouldn't have stayed with you if he hated it." She raised another finger. "Second, everyone is going to have fun, no matter what happens. It will just be great to all be together." She dropped her hand back to her lap.

"Maybe…" Momo said, avoiding Jirou's gaze.

"Look." One of Jirou's earphone jacks rose in the air and pointed at Momo. "I know you are worried about Todoroki, but he isn't the type of guy who would do something he doesn't want to. And the fact that he stayed with you all night — when he was still just getting out of his early-roki stage — means that he wanted to see the festival just as much as you did."

Momo nodded slowly, and then looked away to stare down at her hands for a few seconds.

Jirou exhaled through her nose. "I know there is something else on your mind. Tell me," she coaxed, getting on her knees and crawling to the edge of the bed to sit by Momo's chair.

Momo bit her lip. "He..." She paused for a moment. "He also said that he was looking forward to escorting me again." Her voice was small. She could feel heat curl around her ears as she whispered the words she had been thinking about all evening.

Jirou's eyes widened faintly. "Oh, that's exciting," Jirou said, leaning forward. "And what did you say?"

She shook her head. "He walked away before I could respond…."

Jirou snorted. "Well, that's still exciting. Congratulations on finally moving forward with the Ice Prince."

Momo felt her face grow warmer. "Co-congratulations?" Her voice squeaked slightly at the end.

"Yaomomo." Jirou's lips curved up into a grin. "You don't have to be shy. You've liked him since forever, haven't you?"

"Eh?" Momo cupped her face. Her cheeks were burning. "I…I don't know what you mean."

Her chest felt tight.

Jirou's smile widened; she shook her head. Then she leaned forward and poked Momo's side. "Yaomomo, you're too cute."

Momo wanted to hide. Did she really like Todoroki? Well, of course, she liked Todoroki. But, like 'like'?

Was that why she had been thinking about Todoroki more? And was that why she had been overanalyzing his words all evening?

Momo's heart rate increased. She certainly admired him and thought him an excellent student and friend, and — okay, maybe she did like Todoroki, but only… if she was going to think about it scientifically, as much as a beaker. Well, maybe a little more than a beaker. Perhaps a flask. A tall, well-made flask ...

Momo hid her face in her hands. She was ruined. How could she have not known?

"Yaomomo, you don't have to get so flustered. Everyone knows." She could hear the smile in Jirou's voice.

"Everyone?" Momo asked in disbelief. Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach.

"Well, everyone but Todoroki...probably. But it's okay, since he likes you too."

Momo dropped her hands. "You're wrong. He couldn't possibly like me."

Jirou smiled surreptitiously. "I don't know about that."

Momo shook her head. "Even if he did like me as more than friends — which he doesn't — he has never made any suggestions."

"What about him saying he will escort you again?"

"He didn't mean it like that," Momo said hurriedly. "He meant going as a class."

Didn't he?

Momo's heart fluttered like hummingbird wings in her chest. No. Jirou was wrong. She was planting ideas in Momo's head.

It was one thing for Jirou to know Momo's heart, she was her best friend after all, but it was entirely different for her to presume to know Todoroki's.

"Hmm," Jirou hummed, looking at her thoughtfully. "Why don't you just ask him, then?"

"No! I can't." Momo leaned forward and grasped Jirou's hand. "And please, you can't say anything either. Not to anyone."

Jirou's eyes softened. "Okay, okay. I won't say anything. I promise." She patted Momo's hand.

Momo felt her shoulders relax. That was right. Todoroki didn't like her, because if he did, that would mean Jirou was right and Momo was wrong — which wouldn't make sense. Momo was the smartest student of their grade. There was no way that she would have missed the signs that he liked her.

Would she?

End of part 1. Fluff is definitely not my forte but hope you enjoyed.

Notes:

Enichii Festival – this is from the Boku no Hero drama CD. Hagakure and Uraraka see a flier for the Enichii festival and decide to go. They end up telling Momo and asking if she wants to join them, but Momo says she will pass because her mother doesn't approve of street festivals. Uraraka and Hagakure then leave, and Momo wonders if she made the right decision. Feeling like she is missing out, Momo makes a yukata and goes to the festival by herself, but ends up getting nervous and is loitering by the entrance when Todoroki finds her. They end up walking around together, as neither have been to a festival before. The story ends with Momo asking if Todoroki enjoys the festival and him revealing that he feels out of place because festivals seem like something fun for families. He is about to leave when the fireworks go off. You can watch the full thing on youtube under boku no hero drama cd Enichii festival.

Earlyroki - this is a slight spoiler for later in the manga. The class uses it to refer to Todoroki's early emo stage of the first two seasons.

Sumidagawa festival – An actual festival in Japan. The Sumidagawa Fireworks Festival is an annual fireworks festival held on the last Saturday in July. They are known for having the biggest, most spectacular fireworks display of all Japan festivals with stunning pyrotechnic displays of over 20,000 fireworks launched in 90 minutes! (per Google)