Category: Romantic Fluff

Characters: Momo Yaoyorozu, Yosetsu Awase

The gentle ruffling of book pages filled the library. Momo sat at one of the many mahogany tables arranged neatly between the towering book stacks, contributing to the quiet symphony of the learning area with the occasional flip of the math textbook before her. Occasionally, she would add the soft scribbling of her pencil across notebook paper as she riddled out the complicated equations of the practice problems. A serene smile remained on Momo's face as she basked in the peaceful atmosphere of the learning commons; just her and her brain, that was how she liked to study.

Momo glanced up as a loud chiming suddenly replaced the academic sounds floating through the spacious library. She looked to the large black-and-white clock hanging on the wall behind her head to find that it had just turned nine o'clock in the evening. Curfew started at ten p.m., so Momo decided that she best get along to the dorm lest she lose herself in her math practice and accidentally overstay her welcome in the learning space. Mr. Aizawa isn't one to accept excuses, she sighed quietly as she slipped her note-covered pieces of paper into the book to mark her page. She flipped the textbook closed and slid it into her bookbag, securing the clasp before gliding her arm under the strap to drape it over her shoulder. The heavy pack bumped against her hip as she rose from the chair; the weight of knowledge was a heavy burden indeed, for the pressure made her shoulder twinge in protest.

Tutting, Momo adjusted the strap of her book bag to distribute the weight better and smiled when the pressure on her shoulder muscles lessened. Can't be a hero with a dislocated shoulder! She joked and chuckled at her wit. The bag thumped rhythmically against her thigh as she strolled purposefully through the collections of tables and chairs. Momo occasionally greeted some of the students she recognized from Class 1-B that were also in the process of preparing to go home for the night, using muscle memory to deliver her to the glass front doors. As she pushed them open and stepped out into the night, she was in high spirits.

A booming clap of thunder and a bright flash of lightning startled her right out of it.

"Oh my!" she squeaked and clapped her hands over her ears as the thunderous cacophony threatened to explode her eardrums. Cracking an eye open, she pouted at the sheet of rain that separated the library entrance awning from the sidewalk and parking lot. The water streamed down like a massive waterfall, so fast and hard that Momo couldn't see through the wall of liquid. Momo retrieved her cell phone and pulled up the weather prediction, swearing to herself that the morning forecast had indicated clear skies and warm weather all day. Whether or not that was accurate, the prediction now stated that thunderstorms would saturate the area until six the following morning. "Oh, dear," she sighed and slipped her phone back into her book bag pocket. "I guess I'll just have to make an umbrella," she decided and began undoing the buttons of her button-up shirt.

"Um… Yaoyorozu?"

"Eh?" she cried and turned around, still clutching the second-to-last button of her shirt between her fingers. The boy who had spoken, Yosetsu Awase, gawked open-mouthed at the stellar shot of her cleavage for a micro-second before realizing what he was actually gaping at and hurriedly craned his head back. Blushing fiercely, he rubbed at the back of his neck and studied the woven fibers of the awning over their heads with an intensity. "Oh, hello, Awase!" she chirped, still not recognizing that she was standing in front of him with her bra and belly completely exposed.

"I… uh… So you didn't bring an umbrella?" he questioned. Momo knitted her eyebrows at the high-pitched, stressed tone of his voice.

"Yes! It seems I should be more vigilant in checking the weather forecast," she laughed good-naturedly. "I was just about to create one- Oh my goodness, Awase, I'm so sorry!" she shrieked and slammed the opening of her shirt closed when it finally dawned on her why he was so embarrassed. A fire blazed over her cheeks as she trained her gaze on her shoes, taking note of the many scuffs and scrapes on the toes to try and detract from the sheer mortification she was feeling. When Yosetsu cleared his throat, she peered through her thick lashes at him to see him smiling wanly.

"Hehe, it's okay." He released a choking sound when she narrowed his eyes suspiciously at him. "I-i-i-i mean, it's not okay, n-n-not like that, I just- I didn't see anything Yaoyorozu, fuck, I swear-!" he sputtered while waving his hands placatingly. Momo stared at him for a second, really just teasing the jumpy boy, before laughing mirthfully.

"It's okay. Thank you for your honesty," Momo smiled, stilled clutching the white fabric over her bust. "But um, I kinda need to make an umbrella, so could you…?" Yosetsu stared blankly at her for a second before he realized what she was asking, and his eyes blew wide.

"Oh! Oh! I don't mind, but, um, I was gonna, um, I was gonna just say that my umbrella is big enough for two," he answered and held up a large blue umbrella as proof. His cheeks shone like pink opals as he stared intently at the rubbery tool. "Fuck-! Um, I didn't mean for it to sound so weird! Shit… Uh…" he spluttered under his breath and hugged the umbrella to his body as if to shield himself from Momo's possible disgust. Momo giggled at his adorable flustering; it reminded her a little of Izuku, to be honest, and it was amusing to see the brash and bold Yosetsu so perturbed. The boy stared at her pitifully as she straightened up.

"That's kind of you. Are you sure? I mean, it really won't take anything for me to make one." Really, there was no sense in Yosetsu wasting his time to walk her to her dorm, as it was a few minutes out of his way, and Momo could easily make herself one with her Quirk. Still, Momo found herself intrigued at the idea of walking home in the rain under his umbrella. She flushed a little as her mind envisioned scenes from the romance movies Mina always watched with her; being caught in the rain and walked home by a boy wasn't exactly an uncommon trope… Yosetsu flashed her a bright smile.

"Of course! I'd be happy to escort you home." Momo nodded amiably and turned her back so that she could button her shirt back up. Once she had secured the last button near her neckline, Yosetsu walked up beside her. The raindrops struck the rubbery material of the umbrella with loud thumps as he opened it up into the thick sheet of rain pouring down in front of them. He propped the umbrella up against his shoulder, and the broad umbrella enveloped them both comfortably. "Shall we?" he asked with a lop-sided grin. Momo giggled, entertained by his goofy tone, and nodded. Together with the umbrella to protect them, they stepped out into the deluge.

The rain drummed insistently against the covering, filling the air with a rhythmic pitter-patter. The water sloshed around the soles of Momo's dress shoes as the water swirling inch-high over the sidewalk. The current carried with it leaves and small twigs which the wind had flung from the surrounding trees. As the umbrella bobbed with Yosetsu's steps, his bicep occasionally brushed against hers, and it sent the most titillating tingle coursing through her nerves. She had to fight the urge just to plaster herself against his side to feel his warmth against the cool, rainy evening air. Gulping as she tried to keep her wits about her, she eyed him out of her peripheral vision.

"So… Do you come to the library often?" She flushed when the words fell from her mouth because it almost sounded to her like a lame pick-up line. If Yosetsu found it absurd, he didn't show it; the boy sighed and rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand.

"Not as often as I should," he admitted with a bashful grin. "I was cramming for a history test tomorrow… Ta be honest, I dunno if the cramming did any good, but we'll see!"

"Well, Awase, if you ever need any tutoring, I'd be more than happy to help!" Momo responded kindly. Yosetsu flashed her an amused smirk.

"Wow, Yaoyorozu, you're such a model student." Momo blushed under the praise, pressing the palm of her hand against her heated cheek.

"W-well, you know, I've just always been studious," she stammered shyly. The quiet settled back between them, scattered only by the insistent rain drenching the world around them and their splashing footsteps. Momo wrung the strap of her shoulder bag between her hands as she desperately searched for a topic of conversation. This isn't like the movies at all… It's so awkward! She wracked her mind for something, anything to say, until she landed on something practical. "Awase, I… I never got the chance to thank you for saving me during the Summer Camp."

The terrifying ordeal had occurred several months ago, but the incident still haunted the young first-years, Momo included. Some nights she awoke in a cold sweat, panting heavily as the fear bled from her eyes and the horror of looking death in the face melted back into the darkness. She cast her gaze to her feet, watching the ripples spread across the thin layer of water with every step she took. "I really could've died… By all rights, you could've left me for the Nomu… But you didn't. You were willing to die alongside me." Recounting his heroic deeds made her flush slightly. Yosestu was silent beside her, and to fill the void of silence, she timidly repeated, "So… Thanks."

When Yosetsu sucked in a deep breath, she peered through her lashes at him. He craned the umbrella back; the rain dripped from the edges of it in fat drops, streaming down to look like a beaded curtain strung with pure crystal. Yosetsu's dark eyes trained on the roiling gray sky, and his lips pursed together in a flat, thoughtful frown. His jawline was pronounced against the small amount of light leaking through the barrier of the clouds, and Momo found herself fixating on the handsome features she'd never noticed before. His brown hair peeked out from beneath the blue-and-white bandana he always wore. His skin shone in the low light, catching on his cheekbones. Momo never thought she'd find a man beautiful, but… he was beautiful.

That's why she barely noticed when he spoke. It was only the subtle flicker of his gaze to her that she even registered the words.

"Jeez, I…" His voice faltered. Though he'd spent several seconds searching for words, it seemed that he lost them before he even got the chance to save them. "I just reacted, y'know? I was scared as fuck, but the idea of leavin' you behind…" He turned fully towards her, gazing into her eyes as he swallowed thickly. "I knew I'd never be able to live with myself if left you to that fuckin' monster, Momo."

Momo was too busy reeling over his intense gaze and sweet words to even flush at the coarse language. On instinct, she drew in a breath, but she never released it; she held it in her swollen lungs, too captivated by Yosetsu's unyielding stare. She could barely see his hand clenching and unclenching by his hip. Momo wasn't sure when, but they'd stopped walking. Side-by-side, safe from the pounding rain under the bubble of the umbrella, they simply stood there.

Yosetsu's hand twitched, and then it slowly, oh-so-slowly, rose to cup her cheek. Momo's eyes fluttered as she instinctually leaned into his touch, relishing the sensation of his calloused palm against the smooth skin of her cheek. The breath she'd been holding slipped out as a contented sigh, and Yosetsu gave her a pained look, like she was so breathtaking it wounded him. He gulped again, and as trepidation entered his shaky eyes, Momo worried she'd never know what he was about to say.

"What is it, Awase?" she whispered, just a ghost of a breath. "Please… Tell me what you're thinking right now." He opened his mouth and let it hang open, gathering breath for what he was about to say. He frowned, sucking his bottom lip between his teeth- and then he spit it out before his confession had the chance to run and hand.

"I think that I would really like to kiss you right now, Yaoyorozu." Momo wasn't quite sure what she had been expecting, but she certainly hadn't anticipated something so forward. She felt her cheeks blaze red with a fierce blush, but despite how bashful she was feeling, Yosetsu's gaze held her captive. Electricity tingled through her nerves as he swept his thumb lightly over her cheekbone, and her heart fluttered like a fledgling bird taking its first flight. "Ever since that summer camp, I haven't been able to stop thinking about you. How just fuckin' gorgeous and smart and amazing you are, and-" he trailed off. Subconsciously, she wetted her lips with the tip of her tongue. Yosetsu's smoldering eyes didn't miss the action, and his gaze dropped to her lips to focus on them with a rapture. "I'd really like to kiss you," he repeated in a strained groan.

"I'm waiting."

Yosetsu didn't waste any time. His face dove down to press their mouths together in a heated kiss. Momo had no experience with kissing, but it felt like Yosetsu did, because the way he moved his lips rhythmically over her own had her heart singing in soprano in seconds. He dropped the umbrella in the heat of the moment, cupping her face with both hands as he angled his head to push the kiss further. Her body was sparking with sensations, and the rain splashing down onto her body to drench her hair and skin and clothes only added to the symphony her frantic nerves were performing. The tip of his nose occasionally bumped against hers with every sweep of his greedy mouth. She pushed her hands into his rain-slicked hair, threading her fingers under the damp bandana to scratch at his scalp in fiery passion. Dimly, in the back of her lust-fogged mind, she fancied that this moment was just like the movies.

When they broke apart, they were both panting. Their hot breaths fogged in the humid air in the small space between their faces. Yosetsu leaned in again to press a few more light, chaste kisses to her cheeks and lips. Under his sweet caresses, Momo felt no less than the most sublime creature on Earth.

Slowly, the high dwindled, and they realized they were drenched from head to toe.

"Oh, shit. Goddammit. I'm sorry, Yaoyorozu!" Yosetsu whined and leaned down to pick up the umbrella. He scowled at it for a second, debating whether continuing to use it was even worth it, before deciding to fold it up. Momo just laughed pleasantly and swept her dripping bangs from her face.

"It's fine. I feel kinda refreshed!" she teased. When Yosetsu smiled shyly at her, she fluttered her eyelashes demurely. "Also, considering we just kissed, you can call me Momo, you know." He let out a choking sound and tugged at the collar of his uniform shirt. "And I'll call youuuu… Yosetsu?"

"That's fine!" he squeaked. Momo giggled and reached down to grasp his hand, tugging on it before setting a brisk pace down the sidewalk.

"We'd better hurry! If we stay out here much longer, we're liable to catch a cold." Yosetsu's steps were bungling as he adjusted to Momo's sudden movement, but he soon caught up and fell into step with her. Feeling a bit emboldened, Momo continued to hold his hand and pressed the side of her body against his. Warmth flushed from her shoulder to her hip, chasing away the chill that threatened to seep into her body.

Smiling, Momo excitedly anticipated telling her friends about her encounter that was just like the movies.