A/N: To help you keep track here is a list of the characters

Mulan - Momo
Mushu - Ochako
Cricket - Jirou
Li Shang - Shouto
Shan Yu - Shigaraki
The matchmaker - Aizawa
Yao - Bakugou
Chi-Fu - Iida
Emperor - Nezu
Chien-Po - Kirishima
Ling - Sero
Hua Zhou - All Might
First ancestor - Gran Torino
Grandmother - Recovery Girl
Hua Li - Inko
Little Brother - Koda
General Li - Endeavour

A short note on names: I used the names that are either used most often in the series or that I thought worked best. Hence some surnames are used as first names or hero names are used and Momo's family name stays Yaoyorozu even though she is All Might's daughter in this AU.

Of course, Momo had actually finished studying weeks ago. But she figured some last minute revision couldn't hurt.

"Calm, poised, polite -" she recited while taking a bite of her breakfast, "punctual."

The rooster's cry outside her window made her realise that if she didn't get a move on now, she would certainly fail that one.

"Koda!" she called to her dog.

She tripped over the puppy who was napping in the doorway.

"There you are!"

He greeted her with an excited bark.

"Do you want to help me with my chores?"

The contraption she affixed to Koda's collar was one she had designed herself. As the feed bag he dragged behind him emptied, the string at the end of the pole would lengthen, allowing him to reach the bone.

Koda took off, hungry chickens pecking in his wake. That taken care of, Momo went to prepare her father's tea.

"Father! I brought you-"

Koda dashed past, causing her to lose her grip on the tray. The teapot and cup went flying. Her father caught the teapot on the end of his cane, but the cup shattered.

"Don't worry. I brought a spare."

"Momo-"

"Remember, the doctor said three cups of tea in the morning and three at night."

"Momo. You should already be in town. We're counting on you to-"

"Uphold the family honour. Don't worry, Father, I'll make you proud."

She kissed him on the cheek and hurried off to be on time for her appointment.

"I already am," he said, watching her leave.

All Might sighed. He knew that it was the natural course of life for one's children to grow up and start families of their own, but if it were up to him he'd have Momo just stay his little girl forever. That way he could keep her safe.

"I'm going to go pray some more."

Momo saw her mother visibly relax when she slid down from her horse, Shadow.

"Thank goodness! I was beginning to think that you would be late."

"What did you do to your hair though?" her grandmother squinted at her.

Momo combed her fingers through her hair, finding grass and knots that were not supposed to be there.

"It couldn't be helped. I was in a hurry to get here so my ride was a bit… windy. We have plenty of time to fix it though."

"I hope so," her mother said, "I hear the matchmaker is not a patient person."

"Ah, we'll be fine," her grandmother waved a hand dismissively, "I bought us a lucky cricket just to be sure. Tested it earlier."

"Nearly gave me a heart attack," Momo's mother whispered to her, "Now, let's get you cleaned up."

Half an hour later, hair rid of grass and comfortable, everyday dress replaced by a formal one, Momo stood in line with the other girls of the village, parasol held just so.

The matchmaker was a scruffy man who looked as though he had either just woken up or was about to fall asleep. Either way, he did not looks like a morning person and it was barely nine o'clock.

"Let's get this over with," he muttered, studying his clipboard, "Yaoyorozu Momo."

"Present, sir," she said, stepping forward.

He ticked her name off. "Come along then."

"Now," he said, sitting down behind a table that had various papers scattered across it, "usually this is when I would tell you to pour tea and ask you to recite the final admonition. In your case, that would be illogical. It doesn't take any brainpower to pour tea and your test results speak for themselves. You are top of your class with a thorough grasp of mathematics, science and languages. You excel at using your quirk. So my question is: why do you want to get married?"

The question caught her completely off guard. All of the material she had studied suddenly became obsolete and her mind blanked.

"I-" don't know - that was never a good answer. She thought about it. What had made her come here today?

"I wish to bring my family honour."

"You know that that isn't limited to becoming a wife, right? There are other things that you could do."

"Like what?"

"You could continue your studies at one of the universities in the capital. Or - you play the pipa, right?"

She nodded.

"Have you considered a career as a professional musician?"

The idea had not even occurred to her except as a fanciful, quickly dismissed daydream. The fact that the matchmaker had suggested it however, made her seriously consider the possibility for the first time.

"My suggestion is that you take some time to think about what you want out of your life. If you decide that marriage is truly what you want, you can come back and I'll help you find a good match. If not, well, I know that you'll excel at whatever you choose."

"Thank you," she said, bowing.

"You may look like a bride, but there are many other ways that you can bring your family honour."