Momo Yaoyorozu sat upright in her four poster bed, light from the dawning sun streaming in through her windows, painting the room a bright golden color. The girl was dressed in her U.A. school uniform but all her attention was focused not on the day of learning that would commence in just over an hour's time but rather on a green haired boy she called her friend and whether or not she should tell him about the reappearance of the blond who'd tormented said boy for years.
Letting out a weary sigh Momo collapsed backwards, her right arm, the one that currently held her phone within its grasp, coming up to cover her eyes. She'd thought about calling him, been determined to do it ever since she found out and once she'd entered the safety of her room she'd even made the phone, the same one that now rested in her hand. It was untraceable, a temporary device that only existed for 24 hours before it dissolved thanks to her Quirk; however as she'd begun to type in the numbers, she'd paused. Momo wasn't sure why she did but something within her felt it was wrong to tell Izuku. Not because he didn't deserve to know but rather because, Momo had realized with a start, she wanted a shot at Bakugo first.
It was a shocking realization, one that was most unheroic in its nature but nonetheless it was true. Izuku was her first friend, her first real one at least, and though he might have become her Master after she'd sworn her oath to him he was still at heart Izuku. He deserved to know about Bakugo but not until after Momo had been able to put the blond in his place and get revenge on the boy for all the pain and suffering he'd put the greenete through over the years.
She'd gone to sleep satisfied with her decision, or at least she was until the dreams began…
"Okay Momo, remember, focus on what you want to make. Imagine it in your mind, the feel of the wood, the way it looks, it's size? How does it fit in your hands? How does it feel?" A brief pause and then, "Can you see it?"
"Yes, Daddy." The childish voice of the four year old replied, as the young ravenette opened her onyx colored eyes and turned to look at her father with renewed determination. A small pile of deformed, half-baked matryoshka dolls littered the floor around the girl; failed creations but despite her numerous failures she seemed determined to push on.
Itachi could only smile fondly at his daughter, so determined, so keen to press on and succeed. It was a trait that he knew would serve her well in the future. "Great, now close your eyes," he disappeared from view as Momo followed his instructions, "be sure to keep the image in your mind, do you have it?"
Momo was quiet until the image of the matryoshka doll she wanted to make filled her thoughts, "Yes."
"Good, now imagine the excess fat in your body moving to your hands. Picture it changing to become the shape you desire forming the doll." Sweat dotted Momo's forehead but a blue and pink glow covered the palm of her hands although the girl couldn't see it, her eyes firmly shut. "You're doing great honey," Itachi encouraged, "Now picture the material you desire, the wood. Remember what it's made up of, the molecules, how they look, how they're structured. Tell me, do you remember from that picture I showed you?"
"Yes." Momo's voice was strained with effort but the glow remained if anything growing slightly brighter.
"Great, now imagine how the doll looks. The lines carved into the wood that change it from a simple wooden figure into the doll you know and once you have that image in your head I want you to push. The creation wants to come out the way you desire it. Don't lose focus and keep the picture in your head as you will the fat to transform."
Momo's eyes clenched as she grit her teeth. Itachi watched with bated breath as an object slowly emerged from the palm of Momo's hand taking a roughly cylindrical shape with a large base, narrow neck and a small round head. He was too far away to study the object up close but the shape looked right and as the glow faded he waited for Momo's judgment.
He didn't have to wait long, Momo opened her eyes and began to study the object within her grasp, turning it over to look at it from all angles, uncaring of the sweat on her brow or how she was panting slightly from the effort needed to use her Quirk several times in a row. No, her attention was focused solely on the doll and as she looked it over her smile only grew wider until she turned to look at Itachi, with a face splitting grin. "Daddy! Daddy!" She cried holding the doll out in her cupped hands for him to see, "I did it!"
Itachi chuckled, looking at her with fatherly pride, "I see that honey," he held out his hand and Momo reached up to take it without hesitation, gripping the doll in her free hand, "now why don't we go show your mother."
"Again!"
Sweat drenched Momo's brow, her breath coming in uneven huffs as she clenched her weapon tighter. Her bare toes curled into the mat below her as she kept the end of her bo staff pointed at her opponent's chest.
The man didn't hesitate, stepping forward he swiped his staff horizontally at hers. Momo responded by lowering her staff; taking her own forward step she changed her angle bringing the rear end of her staff which had previously been pointed at the ground around aiming for the man's side. The man responded by bringing his staff up, gripping the base with both hands to absorb the impact of the blow.
The two wooden poles met and the sound echoed through the room before quickly falling away. It was quickly followed by several more as the two opponents began to move, their staffs beating out a battle melody every time the wooden poles met. For several minutes the two clashed moving back and forth around the room, the advantage moving back and forth between them. Finally the The two foes held their ground, staffs interlocked as they struggled for an advantageous angle, Momo pushing upwards while her opponent, her father, pushed downwards.
Slowly her father's strength began to prevail and Momo's knees began to bend forcing the ten year old lower and lower. Momo's mind raced and after a moment she found a potential weakness. Letting go of her staff with her right hand she stepped to the side, her father's strength already causing the pole to swing towards the floor in a heavy strike at now empty air. Momo didn't hesitate swinging her pole upwards at her father's exposed chest. However the ravenette made a simple miscalculation, the length of her pole exceeding the rather short distance between the father-daughter pair. As a result instead of slamming into her father's chest the pole smacked the older man in his throat, although it didn't have much force behind it the power was still enough to cause the man to stumble backwards his left hand rising instinctively while his right loosened its grip on his weapon although he still managed to keep ahold of it.
Not for long though, for despite being startled Momo didn't hesitate to take advantage of her opponent's weakness, something her father had taught her when her training first began. With more control this time Momo swung once more hitting her father's right wrist, the blow causing the already weakened grip to give way causing the wooden pole to fall to the floor below.
Her father now disarmed Momo relaxed, stepping backwards as she gripped her staff loosely in her hand allowing it to fall to rest by her side as she looked towards her father, her face both concerned and apologetic as she saw him standing there clutching his throat and gasping for air. "Sorry," she apologized wincing sympathetically, it'd looked like the blow had hurt after all.
Her father struggled for a minute but eventually his breathing slowed as the pain and shock fell away replaced by an annoying throb. "It's alright," he croaked his raspy voice, "and the throat is a good target just, try and avoid it when you're facing me."
"Okay," Momo agreed, her face downcast.
"Now," Itachi's hands came up curling into fists as the man began to hop in place, his knees bent as his stance widened, "let's continue."
Determination filled Momo's face as she raised her staff giving it a twirl before aiming it at her father's chest. For a moment the two looked at each other and then Itachi moved and the fight started anew.
The sound of the oaken doors to her room opening captured Momo's attention causing the ravenette to turn from the school book she'd been studying to the new presence entering her room. She was greeted by the sight of her father standing there in his usual suit and loafers. For a moment the man stood there studying her and Momo let him knowing that her father would speak when he was ready.
Striding forward the Yaoyorozu patriarch took a seat on the bed in an open spot clear of the textbooks that littered it, "Hey honey, how are you?" he asked.
"I'm doing well Father, how are you?" Momo asked, concern leaking through. Her father was nervous that much was clear but as her mind raced for reasons why she couldn't help but come up short. As far as she was aware the company was doing well, shareholders were happy, and the competition hadn't made any major changes or developed any products worthy of the concern her father was exhibiting. The heiress's train of thought was derailed though as her father spoke again, this time with his eyes closed.
"He called."
"He?"
"My master," Momo's shock leaked through the mannerisms that had been engrained into her since childhood, her mouth falling open in a small 'o' of surprise before she could stop it although she quickly regained control of her features as her father continued. "He is going to send someone to retrieve you tomorrow. He has a task he wants you to do."
"What is it?" Momo asked, her voice cold. She'd never actually met her father's master although she knew about the man's abilities, his power as well as what he'd done to help the Yaoyorozu family grow into the powerhouse it was today.
"He wants you to act as an advisor, a lieutenant to a boy that he considers worthy of possibly succeeding him."
"And if I don't want to?" Momo asked, before she could help herself although she instantly regretted it. Her father had made it clear to her that an order from this man was not something one could refuse which made his next words all that more surprising.
"Then I'll have you on the next plane to America, bloodline oath be damned." He said, opening his eyes as he turned to look at her with determination.
"You would have broken it? Even if it would mean your death?" Momo asked, shocked. Her father had told her what happened when someone in their family broke an oath, how it turned their own blood against them, superheating it within their veins as it cooked them from the inside out. There was a reason she'd never made any promises as a kid, at least not ones by her blood.
"You, are my life." He said simply reaching out to brush a stray hair behind her ear. "Ever since I held you in that hospital room everything I have done has been for your sake. That is why I'm willing to let you go with All For One's servant to serve the boy. He told me about him and from what I've heard he needs someone to connect with just as much as you do."
For a moment companionable silence fell between the two as Momo thought it over, "Do you think it's the right thing to do?" She asked
"I don't know," her father responded honestly, "but I do know that if you don't do this you'll never know."
Silence fell once more as Momo deliberated. "Fine," she said after a few minutes passed. "I'll go, if for no other reason than to at least meet him."
She was immediately wrapped up by her father in a hug, "Ohhh honey, I'm so proud of you. You're finally fulfilling the dream every parent has for their child, you're making your own decisions." Her father said as he planted a kiss in her hair. "I love you my little Creati."
"And I love you dad," Momo said with a laugh as she leaned into his hug pulling him closer.
"I know Momo, I know." her dad said pulling her closer as well. "Trust me, I know."
Momo stood silently, watching the green haired boy from her spot in the shadows of All For One's throne. She'd spent the last two days in her room ever since she'd been taken from the Yaoyorozu family manor waiting to be called by the man her father called his Master. Instead she'd been left alone in her room, spent her time pacing, watching television on the small television in her room, or practicing with her Quirk. Meals had been delivered to her three times a day at regular intervals by the misty man who'd come for her and she hadn't even been let out to use the restroom or wash herself since her room was connected to a full bath complete with the high quality in soaps she used at home.
However her isolation had changed today when the misty man she'd learned was named Kurogiri had come to her, providing her with one simple instruction, or as she knew it to be, an order, "Come."
She'd been teleported directly to the room she now stood in, stepping out in front of a seated man in a suit and black skull-like mask who's mere presence and attention had been enough to cause her to freeze in place. She'd never understood just why her father had been so scared of the man he'd called his master. He was only human after all, how bad could he really be? Now though, now as she stood there on trembling legs sweat running down her body she understood, she understood completely the fear she heard in his voice every time this simple masked man came up in the few conversations he'd been mentioned.
His voice, though modulated by the mask that covered his face was strong and Momo instinctively knew that it was the voice of a ruler, a man who was used to and expected to be obeyed. His instructions were simple, "Stay silent and out of sight, I will call for you when it is your time." After two days of sitting around waiting to speak to the man seated before her you would think that Momo would protest, argue, instead her body moved into a subservient bow as she moved to stand in the shadows of the seat she now couldn't picture as anything other than a throne.
Almost as soon as she'd gotten comfortable a hissing had drawn her attention, back to the throne and as she watched the skull-like mask was lifted away, the man placing it on his lap. Momo's hands moved to her mouth as she saw the scarred flesh that covered the entirety of the man's head from his mouth up. No eyes, nose, hairs, or ears were visible and it was clear that the man, should be dead, that someone had done everything in their power to end the existence before her. Yet despite that Momo had no trouble picturing the man, the top of his head missing, somehow doing the impossible and surviving. Crawling his way back from death itself proving that even Hades itself wasn't enough to hold him.
So focused on his face she almost didn't notice it when a new presence was deposited in the room with them, although unlike her the new arrival found himself facing the back of All For One's chair. The formerly filtered voice now rough and grating spoke to the new arrival as she got her first look at the boy she'd be serving. Her first though about him was that the boy was quite... plain. Bits of baby fat lined his lightly freckled cheeks, and he was both rather short for his age as well as rather skinny.
To be quite frank she didn't expect a whole lot from the boy but as the two males went back and forth her opinion of 'Izuku' rose steadily. The boy was determined, thoughtful, and resolved to change society. She didn't fully understand why but something about him, the way he spoke, told her that he would find a way to accomplish his goal and as All For One spoke her name and she strode forward into view Momo understood that it was her job to help Izuku Midoriya however she could.
"Midoriya-sama" Momo said her voice clear, "I'm going to be candorous with you, your physical abilities are extremely lacking and leave much to be desired." The response to her simple observation was a pained groan from the boy who lay spread eagle on his back in front of her drenched in sweat and gasping for air. Momo simply shook her head at his dramatics as she lifted up her clipboard to reread his results. All she'd done was put him through the standard physical fitness test performed by schools at various points throughout the year and Izuku's scores were… less than desirable to say the least.
Lowering the clipboard Momo sighed as she walked up to the boy crouching down she poked his stomach. Izuku's reaction was immediate as he scrambled backwards until he hit the wall of the room, his hands coming up as his face flushed red "W-What are you doing?" He asked.
Momo merely cocked her head to the side as she blinked. "I'm examining your stomach. Your physical results have made it clear you've lived a relatively sedentary lifestyle and I am merely testing to see how much it has affected your physique."
Izuku turned his head to the side, one of his hands hanging from where he'd stretched it out covering his mouth, cheeks still red as he asked, "Okay but do you need to touch me to do that?"
"Of course," Momo affirmed immediately. "I will need your height, weight, and several other measurements to plan out a proper training regiment, meal plan, and study schedule for you."
"O-oh ok-kay," Izuku stuttered still red although he didn't seem as nervous, the ravenette's calm and logical explanation doing much to soothe his frazzled state. As Izuku stood up and made his way back to the girl, Momo's hands glowed before a tape measure emerged from them.
What followed was several stressful and embarrassing minutes for Izuku as the girl he'd met only the day before proceeded to poke, prod, and measure his various limbs all the while noting everything down on her clipboard.
Izuku had never been one to show much care for his body; aside from brushing his teeth and showering the greenete preferred to let childhood metabolism keep him from turning into a little green haired ball of dough. Such a mentality had been fine when he'd spent the days before his Quirkless diagnosis playing with Kaachan and his other friends or spelunking in the woods. However after the diagnosis as the years had passed and his bullying worsened Izuku found himself spending more and more time in a chair either reading or staring at a computer screen unconsciously hiding himself away from a world that despised him. As a result the greenete's body and face had a bit of noticeable pudge to them, not enough for it to be another thing the boy was made fun of but certainly enough to show a certain blond pro hero that the boy had not even tried to train his body for the dangerous career he declared himself interested in.
Izuku knew that a healthy and fit body was a necessity for a hero, especially for someone who lacked a Quirk or at least one that didn't assist them in combat. And Izuku had tried to get in shape. He'd started diets, (although those quickly failed whenever his mom made a serving of katsudon), tried to go jogging (only to stop and geek out every time he saw a hero either patrolling the streets or fighting a villain), and even got a gym membership as a birthday gift from his mom. The latest had been the most promising attempt or at least it had been until Kaachan started going to the same gym. The first time Izuku had walked into the building after school one day to see the explosive blond writing his name in the members sign-in book had been the last time Izuku had gone. Even now years later Izuku could still remember fleeing the building in tears as Kaachan cackled behind him, his laughter overlaid by the jeers, insults, and yells directed at the greenete by the very people he'd befriended over the weeks and months since he'd first come here.
The event had been traumatizing for Izuku, his mother didn't know what had happened to him all she knew was that Izuku came home that day and locked himself in his room refusing to come out until he had to go to school two days later. She'd asked him what happened but Izuku had replied with a smile, one that failed to fully cover his pain, saying that 'Everything was alright' just like he did every time he came home from school burned or injured. Needless to say, Izuku never returned to the gym again or at least that's what Momo interpreted from the greenete's mumbling, another thing she marked down on her clipboard that she'd need to work on.
Momo found herself standing in a classroom. A black school sailor outfit consisting of a black top with golden buttons, a red neckerchief and a black scarf covered her body. Students stood around her talking in groups and as she watched a new student entered the room. The boy was rather short compared to the other students, scrawny and pale he seemed to curl in on himself taking his seat quietly only to immediately hide himself behind a textbook. However Momo couldn't take her eyes off of him, his fluffy green hair marking the boy unmistakably as Izuku Midoriya.
"IZZZUUKUUUU!" A loud shout caught the attention of everyone in the room and they all turned to see a spiky haired blond in the doorway, his red eyes sparking with malevolent joy as they focused on his prey. At his shout all the desk and people in between him and his target moved, sliding away as if on invisible tracks creating a pathway to the greenete who sat trembling in his seat, his knuckles white from how hard they were clenching the cover of the book. Everything went dark for a split second before the sound of spotlights flickered onward one by one, their pools of light illuminating Bakugo's way.
The ash blond began to stride forward, every step causing the floor to shake beneath him. The students now nothing more than black shadowy figure stood shoulder to shoulder on either side of the path turning their head to follow the blond's progress as he passed by them. Momo, who'd earlier moved to stand behind Izuku before Bakugo had even arrived in the room, now found herself frozen, her feet seemingly anchored to the floor.
"IZUKU!" Bakugo shouted again, and Momo was shocked to see that the blond boy growing with every step he took. He now towered over the both of them, easily two dozen feet tall he should have been brushing the ceiling, or at least he would have been if the walls and ceiling hadn't vanished leaving darkness as far as Momo's eyes could see save for the beams of light shining down from on high.
'Move,' Momo thought, shifting her weight as she tried to break free of whatever kept her locked in place, 'you've got to move, you have to help Izuku.'
"N-n-no." A soft voice below her whispered, so softly she barely heard the words, "P-please d-don't hurt me." Looking downward Momo found herself looking at Izuku's face, dotted with sweat, his eyes looking forward at the open page of his book although they didn't move making it all to clear the boy knew what was coming. The greenete's body was trembling so hard it looked as if he was vibrating in place and as she watched he seemed to try and curl in on himself even more, as if trying to disappear.
"Izuku," Momo muttered softly, and to her surprise the boy beneath her reacted, his emerald gaze rising to look at her with tearful, desperate eyes.
"Help me," he begged. "P-please h-h-help me. I-I don't want him to hurt me a-anymore."
"IZUKU!" Bakugo roared once more now only feet away from the two, "DON'T IGNORE ME!"
"Stop!" Momo shouted, her voice firm as her body moved as if on instinct to stand between Izuku and Bakugo. The ravenette's arms were flung wide and her gaze was unwavering as she stared down the monstrous blond who didn't pause in his approach. "You will not hurt him!"
The blond kept walking; ten feet. Six feet. Four. Three. Two. And then he stood in front of Momo, the raven haired girl didn't even reach the blond's knees but she remained firm, unwavering. The boy's leg rose but Momo didn't react, didn't move aside as the limb approached her. She wasn't going to move. She was going to protect Izuku.
And then the limb passed through her.
Momo whirled around, her black hair whipping at the speed but her eyes were wide as Bakugo took the last few steps to Izuku a giant comprised of dozens of feet of pure muscle the blond loomed over the trembling, seated greenete. "Izuku," Bakugo's voice was quieter, conversational even but that just scared Momo all the more. Izuku didn't react although his shaking worsened but Bakugo didn't seem to care, a malevolent smile on his face, his right arm rose from his side, palm up and began to emit sparks that cackled and hissed in the silence. "Get him." he commanded.
Momo could only watch as the black shadowy figures that had once been students launched themselves forward at the blond bully's command. Their forms dissolving into pure darkness that pooled together into a gigantic wave that washed over Izuku swallowing up both him and his desk hiding them from view. The greenete reappeared moments later, struggling against the black sludge that held him but he couldn't escape it's grasp. Shadowy hands emerged from the muck quickly grabbing Izuku's limbs, pinning them down as Izuku's green eyes darted back and forth. The boy couldn't even scream a black inky gag covering his mouth.
"Turn him over." Bakugo's voice commanded once more just as Izuku's gaze found Momo. The ravenette had only a moment to see the panic in his emerald orbs before the boy was flipped over. Numerous black limbs seeming to understand the blond's intent emerged once more from the sludge grabbing Izuku's uniform and tearing it from his body leaving the boy's pale white back exposed.
Momo struggled to move, to speak, to scream but she could do nothing as Bakugo's hands lowered themselves downward sparks flying. Izuku's words from when the two of them had visited his mother's grave filled her head, "Nobody stopped him when he burned me, marked me as if I was his property."
Tears leaked from Momo's eyes as she watched the very thing Izuku'd spoken about play out in front of her eyes with Momo unable to do anything but watch. "How?" she'd asked, a tremble in her voice. "How could teachers, adults, people whose job is to look out for the well being of CHILDREN let this happen under their supervision?"
Despite his head being hidden beneath the sludge Izuku's tortured scream rang out loud and clear through the black shadowy landscape as Izuku's next words filled Momo's head. "Every teacher wants to say they taught the next All Might. Every school wants to have the claim that the #1 hero attended there, walked through their halls. Neither wants to risk their best shot at making that happen by marking his record as anything less than perfect, especially over a mere Quirkless."
Momo didn't feel it as she fell to her knees, her hands rising to cover her mouth as salty tears poured from her eyes. What was wrong with society? How could anybody stand by and let this happen? How could a boy that tortured another for fun be raised up, lauded as a hero while his victim was outcast, beaten and abused? This was wrong, all wrong and yet people treated it as right, normal. What was wrong with them!
As if in response to her thoughts a flicker of green caught Momo's attention. Deep within the shifting black sludge practically buried beneath the substance a single eye burning with determination, rage, and other unnamable emotions stared at the ravenette girl outlined by the pale flesh that surrounded the emerald orb Momo was able to recognize immediately as Izuku's.
Shaking her head to clear the memories from the night before, Momo returned her gaze to the phone within her hand. With a sigh she closed her eyes, contemplating what she was about to do before opening them she hit the power button. The phone lit up and Momo's fingers danced across the screen punching in the number she'd memorized before she'd returned home to her parents mansion to attend U.A.
The line hummed for a moment before it connected and it rang twice more before the call was answered. "Izuku." Momo said, unable to contain the relief in her voice despite how yesterday's call had ended; amazing what nightmares of the person being tortured before your eyes could do. "I have something I need to tell yo-"
"Sorry but Izu-kun can't come to the phone right now. Can I take a message?" The unmistakable voice of a blonde teenage vampire came from the device causing the ravenette to groan although she made sure it was quiet enough that it wasn't picked up by the phone.
"Himiko, can I please talk to Izuku-sama," Momo asked nicely only for a high-pitched shriek to cause the ravenette to pull the phone away from her head abruptly.
"Momochi," Himiko squealed happily, "I can't believe you called. Tell me how was school yesterday? Were there any cute boys? What about girls? Oh, oh, how do you think they'd look covered in blood? Pretty right? What ab-"
"Himiko," Momo repeated, cutting the blonde off, "I need to talk to Izuku, is he nearby?"
"Izu-kun's practicing with his Quirk," Himiko answered dourly, and it was all too easy for Momo to picture the bloodsucker's pursed lips as she pouted. "He doesn't like to be disturbed when he's training."
"I know," Momo said with a sigh, "but can you please get him. It's important."
"Okay, but don't get mad at me if he's testy with you."
"That's fine," Momo agreed, raising her left hand to rub at the bridge of her nose. She was always a little unsure about how to deal with the vampiric blonde. She was so energetic, a bundle of energy that seemed to have a constant need to do something. Himiko followed Izuku around like a lost dog, always happy to do whatever he asked of her but she seemed unsure about Momo. She was always either happily bouncing around the ravenette like an excited toddler or looking at her from a distance while either biting or licking her lips. It set Momo on edge but the unsureness and tension between the two could also be attributed to their limited interactions with one another: Himiko having infiltrated the Shie Hassaikai almost upon joining their little group while following the raid Momo was in a coma and upon waking had to immediately begin preparing to attend U.A. leaving them with little time to get to know each other.
Momo could make out the faint sound of Himiko moving in the background of the call and felt a sudden need to at least try and have a semi-normal conversation with the girl. They were teammates after all, working together under Izuku it was only right they have some basic trust between them. "So…" she started hesitantly, "Momochi?"
Himiko laughed joyously, seemingly more than happy to explain, "Yay you did notice! It's a nickname for you. Your first name's Momo right but the first time I heard it I couldn't help but think of mochi. I thought about calling you that but it just sounded stupid so I combined it with your first name and you get Momochi a nickname unique to you. What do you think?"
Momo hesitated a second unsure about how to respond. She'd never had any real friends before, much less ones close enough to give her a nickname. She didn't dislike the nickname itself, in fact she found it rather adorable. "It's certainly…unique to me."
"Yep," Himiko said, the pride clear in her voice, "Izu-kun liked it too. The first time he heard it he couldn't stop laughing and said that I had to call you that the next time I saw you. Oh," she started suddenly sounding slightly nervous, "Izu-kun also said that he wanted someone to record your reaction but I forgot to do that so next time we meet in person act surprised okay?"
"Okay," Momo agreed, trying to ignore the annoyance she suddenly felt towards their young boss. She wasn't even sure why she was annoyed just that she was.
"IZU-KUN!" Himiko's shout caught Momo's attention and she focused back on the call, able to hear what was going on despite it being clear the vampire wasn't calling for her. "MOMOCHI'S ON THE PHONE! SHE SAYS SHE NEEDS TO TALK YOU!"
As the words fell away Momo was left listening to an empty line until a minute later she heard the sound of shuffling, likely the phone switching hands, before a voice she'd heard the day before but wanted to hear again anway spoke, "Hey, Momo. What's going on?"
The greenete's breathing was heavy and Momo found it all too easy to picture the sweat sliding down his body, his green hair lying damp across the top of his head while his shirt stuck to his body outlining the boy's more muscular stature courtesy of her months training him. However, as much as the image in her mind heated up the ravenette's cheeks causing them to flush red, Momo remained professional as she began to deliver her report although she cleared her throat with a quick "Mhm" before beginning. "Izuku-sama, I have successfully managed to infiltrate U.A. Class 1-A. Within a week I will likely be able to give you a basic description about each of my classmates as well as their Quirks. It will take longer for me to gather more personal information about each of them and I am unsure about when I will be able to provide you with a description for Class 1-B. The same with any notable individuals from General Education, Support, or Management."
Momo stopped allowing Izuku to take it all in as she braced herself for the questions she knew would be forthcoming. "That's good," Izuku said after a moment, clearly contemplating all she'd told him, "don't rush, take your time and if needed feel free to use your family's resources to help you. If you have a name it shouldn't be that hard for your family to start digging and I care more for the truth of the situation than any schoolyard rumors floating around. Now tell me, were there any individuals in your class you think are particularly noteworthy?"
"A few," Momo admitted, "I think Endeavor's son is in my class if the name is anything to go by, Shoto Todoroki. He's powerful, he came in second in a Quirk Assessment Test our teacher had us do-"
"Where'd you rank?"
"First."
"Of course, continue."
"- using only ice which he likely inherited from his mother."
"Endeavor's son using ice, how contradictory."
"Indeed but I believe he might not have gone all out." Izuku's silence was all the encouragement Momo needed to continue. "His father's Quirk is well known as is his appearance but while half of Todoroki's hair is red the other half is white. If he got his white hair from his mother as well as her ability to create ice then…" she trailed off.
"He might have gotten his father's ability to create fire as well." Izuku finished. "It makes sense half-ice half-fire the two would cancel each other out the ice keeping him from overheating while the fire would prevent him from suffering frostbite or hypothermia from exposure."
"He's only using ice right now," Momo repeated, "but I'll keep an eye on him to see if there's any sign of him being able to produce fire."
"Good," Izuku said and Momo could easily picture his nod, "anyone else of particular note?"
"I have two more although our homeroom teacher likely deserves some attention as well."
"Who's your teacher?" Izuku asked.
"Shota Aizawa, the Underground Pro Hero Eraserhead." Momo said, picturing the hobo look alike in her mind. "His Quirk allows him to-"
"-forcibly deactivate the Quirk of anyone caught in his line of sight." Izuku finished with her, "Yes, I remember that man. Quite the unique Quirk and very powerful in the right situations although it doesn't work on Mutant types I believe."
"I don't know about that last bit nor can I confirm it," Momo said, "but his ability to intimidate others and erase Quirks is certainly true."
"Hmmm." Izuku hummed noncommittally, "What about the other two students you mentioned?"
"The first is Itsuka Kendo, her Quirk allows her to enlarge her hands which has the side effect of increasing her strength as well. She came in third in the Assessment but I can't help but think there's more to her power. Several times I observed orange things, large and vein-like in their appearance that seemed to crawl around her hands increasing her strength even more. However whether this is a part of her Quirk or something else I won't be able to tell without further observation."
"Okay," Izuku said agreeably, "and the last one?"
Momo remained silent.
"Momo?" Izuku asked again and it might have been the girl's imagination but she thought his tone was colder than it was before, more stiff and formal, "Who's the last student?"
"...Katsuki Bakugo."
Izuku was silent.
"His Quirk allows him to create explosions from the palms of his hands. They don't hurt his hands or body as far as I could tell and he is able to control the size and power of them, likely through years of practice." She paused but continued when no response was forthcoming. "He came in fourth in the Assessment and it is clear from observing him that he has or possesses a superiority complex. He didn't hurt anyone but it is clear from his crude language and behavior that he has been given free reign to act as he pleases in the past, likely due to his Quirk which seems made for fighting, something not uncommon in hero work."
"How strange," Izuku said softly his tone emotionless, although the tightness in it was clear, "the villain is in school training to be a hero while his victim is training to be a supervillain. Ironic."
"Izuku-" Momo began but she was quickly cut off.
"It's nothing Momo," Izuku said cooly and Momo couldn't help the flinch at the way her friend spoke, it was so unlike him but after her dreams last night could she honestly say she wouldn't be acting the same if their situations were reversed. "I have to go. After school, return straight to your mansion. Sensei called this morning, he says he has some announcements he wants to make but he needs you, Himiko, and I to all be present for it."
"Understood," Momo said with a nod that the greenete couldn't see. "I imagine he'll have a way to transport me to Cherry Blossom Manor?"
"No," Izuku said clearly distracted, "Himiko and I will be going to your mansion, apparently your father has the resources Sensei needs to talk to us and we can't have you coming to the Manor due to your status as a spy. If anyone followed or investigated you the last thing we need is for them to come and investigate our base." A pause then, "I have to go," Izuku said the dismissal clear but to Momo thought she could hear the barely contained rage that layered his words, Izuku might be doing his best to hide how the new of Bakugo affected him but it had clearly had an affect. "I'm going to- I need to practice with Overhaul."
Once more the sound of movement told the ravenette that the phone was switching hands and Momo soon found herself listening to the transforming blonde. "He's angry," Himiko said quietly. "Whatever you told him… he's furious. Before you called he was working on using Overhaul on a potted tree to break off a branch and then reattach it. Now…"
"Now what?"
"Now he's just breaking everything apart. He's making the entire floor in front of him a mass of spikes, turning them back before making a single large spike that's bigger than me. What'd you say to him?" The blonde asked curiously, "I know I haven't known Izu-kun long but this, this isn't like him."
For a moment Momo was silent. "My report brought up someone from his past," she said eventually. "Someone Izuku-sama has… less than pleasant memories of."
"He cares for us," Himiko said quietly. "He's been trying to hide it but I know the reason he's practicing with Overhaul so much is because he wants to fix my arm. He only had the Quirk for minutes and yet he still blames himself for not having enough control over it to heal me when he could heal you. It's why he's been working so hard on healing things, reconnecting what's been lost."
A silence fell between the two although this time it wasn't so much awkward as it was a mutual understanding and fondness for the greenete only one of them could physically see at the moment. A knock on the door from a servant inquiring as to whether the young lady was ready to depart for school alerted the ravenette of the time. Standing up Momo's thumb went for the end call button before she paused, "Hey Himiko."
"Yeah Momochi?"
"...Take care of him alright."
"Of course," Himiko giggled, "he's Izu-kun after all."
Momo didn't know why but the blonde's reassurance helped calm some of the worry in her chest even bringing a faint smile to her lips. "Thanks, I have to go but I'll see you guys after school."
"Okay, have fun, play nice and don't hesitate to stab someone if they try to grope your melons." Himiko said fussing over Momo like a mom sending her baby to school for the first time.
"What?"
"What?" The two spoke at nearly the same time albeit Himiko's was slightly delayed causing Momo to groan in annoyance as she hung up on the vampire's amused laughter of delight.
As she grabbed her schoolbag Momo couldn't help but feel a chill run up her spine as she wondered what reason he had to gather the three teens together. She brushed it off though as she opened her bedroom door and stepped through, she'd find out soon enough and until then it would be better to focus on the school day in front of her.
After all U.A. was the hero school and if yesterday was anything to go by today would certainly be anything but ordinary.
Author's Note:
Hello everybody and welcome back to the next chapter of my little MHA fanfic. This is a shorter chapter serving more to give some background on Momo's childhood growing up as well as giving the ravenette a chance to let Izuku know that a certain temperamental blond's at U.A. When it comes to the dreams and what was real what was fake well everything up to her seeing Izuku being tortured happened to Momo in real life at some point in the past, that last bit is just her imagination giving her fears a form.
As for why All For One wants to meet, well the contest is all set up and the teams are being formed. The throne is up for grabs and such a contest certainly requires a beginning worthy of the prize. That meeting will be the chapter after next since the next chapter will cover All Might's first lesson but either way you'll get a Kyudai Garaki pov where the man converses with AFO so look forward to that. As for next chapter well let's just say Battle Training won't be teams of two going after a bomb in a building and will instead be more along the lines of a battle royale free for all with goals so expect some of the bite sized heroes to go off. I'm sorry if some of you think that this arc is focusing to much on the side characters but I do believe it to be necessary since I'm deviating from cannon. Don't worry though there will be plenty of Izuku focused chapters in the future, after all good things come to those that wait.
Due to me posting the poll late after I put up the last chapter I will wait to change it until whenever I update next. As of right now Ibara's in the lead followed by Pony & Cow Lady, while Nana and Nemuri are tied for third. However with only 27 votes in total that order is by no means set in stone. Because of that and since this chapter's a little short I'm feeling like giving you all some bonus content so I'll give you three hints as to who the last three members of Izuku's harem (not counting whomever wins the poll) will be, a single clue for each of them.
1. This person has appeared in the manga but not the anime.
2. This person is highly intelligent.
3. This person has a civilian job.
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