One Centimeter's Distance!

(Manga spoilers for Mairimashita! Iruma-kun)

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Universe found- [Code name:- Branch Timeline] [Powers:- Quirks]

"Finally, it seems that we are about to witness a branch of our own timeline," Nezu said, sounding a little more excited than before. It was fascinating to observe other universes, but experiencing a branch of our own timeline was an entirely different experience altogether.

The scene opens in the bustling corridor of U.A. High School's halls, where students are meandering about before heading to their classes.

"Kids these days are always so damn noisy in the morning," Aizawa grumbled, already longing for his sleeping bag.

"Sorry to disappoint you, Shota, but not all of us can channel their inner sleep-deprived, middle-aged man as soon as the day starts," Nemuri remarked in a dry voice.

"Hey you, fix your crooked tie," a commanding feminine voice said, as she pointed at one of the students. Then, directing her finger at another student, she continued, "And you! No using your quirk outside of training!"

The students watched in admiration and parted as Momo Yaoyorozu walked through the halls of the U.A., correcting the behavior of her fellow students.

"Momo, it's you!" Jiro exclaimed, her excitement evident as she saw her friend on the screen. "And you look so confident too."

"I do wonder why I'm going around scolding students like that," Momo pondered aloud. It's hard for her to imagine herself doing something like this to her classmates, let alone to unfamiliar students.

"It's President Yaoyorozu," remarked one of the onlookers. "What a fortunate way to begin the morning!"

"She's incredibly attractive," chimed in another.

"Huh? Of course she is," the first one replied. "After all, she's the President of the student council."

"Student council president!" Momo exclaimed, her eyes widening in surprise, while her parents beamed with pride.

'Student council, huh?' Nezu pondered. 'The concept I dismissed a few years ago. Maybe it's time to reconsider it at another time.'

"Not just that, but she's also the only one who managed to avoid expulsion by Aizawa-sensei last year, making her the sole student with an impeccable record in the entire 2A," added the third onlooker, who had been eavesdropping on their conversation.

Now, this caught Aizawa's interest and also provided the audience with new information. "It appears that Yaoyorozu is one year ahead of the 'hell class.'"

"That seems like it," Nemuri said, looking extremely interested in the Momo on the screen. She had always imagined a self-confident Momo to be just like this. "By the way, it seems she impressed you enough to evade your mass expulsion threat last year."

"Yeah, that does indeed seem to be the case," Aizawa conceded, sounding slightly impressed.

Meanwhile, Class 1A wore mortified expressions as they realized their teacher hadn't been bluffing about expulsion that day.

"She used to be quite unapproachable and upright," the first onlooker said. "But lately, she's been surrounded by this bright, sparkly aura!"

"Oh~, I wonder what could possibly be the cause of it~," Momo's mother chimed in a sing-songy tone, causing Momo to roll her eyes.

"Ah~ I see what you mean," the second onlooker said. "She's definitely not your typical student."

"Yeah! An unparalleled elite!" the third onlooker added. "She's on an entirely different level!"

'An unparalleled elite,' Momo thought as she observed the on-screen version of herself. 'Can I truly become someone like that?'

Inside the student council's room, away from everyone's view, she leaned against the door while staring at her phone, a deep blush on her face.

'Tomorrow at last...' she thought as her gaze remained fixed on the message Izuku had sent her. 'The long-awaited reading session with Izuku!'

Suddenly, a number of curious eyes were fixed on the two students, both of whom were blushing as they stared at the ground.

"You were saying, darling~," Momo's mother teased, a mischievous grin playing on her lips.

"Mom! It's not like that," Momo protested, her voice flustered. "I'm sure she's just referring to a regular reading session."

"Work worked out!" she exclaimed, glancing at the neatly stacked papers on her desk. "Tea set, ready! And books and snacks all set!" she continued, as she organized the tea set and other necessities for their meeting.

"Someone's excited," Mina remarked, giving her friend a playful sidelong glance.

"And apparently, more organized than you," Jiro added, provoking a gasp from Mina who promptly pointed her finger.

"Traitor!" Mina exclaimed in mock betrayal.

"Please, as if I'd let you bully my best friend," Jiro retorted with a grin.

"Both Izuku and I have been so busy that we couldn't meet up at all..." she said, while images showed Momo engrossed in her duties as the student council president and Izuku caught up in preparations for the Cultural Festival, depicted above her head. "Finally a day when we'll both be free! It's huge!"

"Those weren't the costumes we wore during our performance," Kaminari observed.

"We must have performed something else, Dunce Face," Bakugo retorted with his usual snark.

On the other hand, Jiro felt a pang of pain in her heart as she realized that her counterpart might never had the opportunity to lead a band like she did here, which honestly made her feel sad.

"But still..." Momo pouted. "How dare you Izuku to turn down my invitation just to go and party with your own classmates... I'm the student council president you know..." she muttered to herself.

'She looks really cute when she pouts like that,' Izuku thought, a faint red hue coloring his cheeks. 'Strange, I wonder why I never noticed that until now.'

'The 1A class's performance was amazing,' she thought as she recalled their performance. 'They were dazzling, stunning, and they all seemed to be genuinely enjoying themselves...' She felt a tinge of jealousy as she remembered the joyful expression on Izuku's face while he was with his classmates.

Momo couldn't help but empathize with her on-screen self, albeit for a completely different reason. While her on-screen counterpart felt jealousy for desiring time with Izuku, Momo in the audience simply hated the fact that she wasn't part of that scene. Seeing her classmates enjoying themselves without her being with them felt unsettling to her.

'No, wait! I get along with Izuku too!' she shook her head. 'We've worked together and even went on a d-d-d- date!' Once again, a faint red glow appeared on her cheeks.

"D-d-d-date!?" Momo and Izuku exclaimed in perfect unison.

"He went on a date with a senior!?" Kaminari chimed in, his expression a mix of astonishment and admiration. "Midoriya really knows how to make his move."

Meanwhile, Momo's father was fuming just at the thought of someone dating his daughter, but his wife's threatening... no, lovely smile was keeping him in check.

'After all... It's only during those times that I can have Izuku all to myself,' she thought, a smile appearing on her lips. 'Only then can I stop being an unparalleled elite... and just be myself.'

'I see, that's why she seemed so familiar,' Momo thought, realizing that she used to resemble her on-screen self back in middle school, although she lacked the smile her on-screen self had. She had been a straight-A student with a no-nonsense attitude that successfully kept most pests at bay, yet unfortunately, it also created distance between her and other people.

However, things had changed. Now, she could be herself without the constant worry of being exploited for her wealth because, who knew, going through life-threatening experiences together does have that kind of effect on you

"We're gonna talk a lot," Momo said with enthusiasm. "I'll congratulate him in person, and then we can finally catch up... tomorrow... tomorrow..." Just then, an invitation arrived on her table, and suddenly she found herself on a video call with her father. "Tomorrow?"

"Wait! This is an invitation pass for the Hero Gala!" Izuku exclaimed, his inner fanboy going wild at the prospect of holding one up so close.

'I never knew they were this special,' All Might thought as he observed his successor's reaction. Suddenly, an idea struck him. 'Perhaps I should sign and give one to young Izuku the next time I receive such an invitation.'

"I finally got the permission to bring a plus one," Momo's father said. "You've always wanted to go, haven't you?"

"Yeah, but..." Momo hesitated for a moment. "Um... I actually have plans tomorrow."

"Yeah, tell him, girl! Don't let him ruin your plans," Mina cheered.

"Quite being a moron. There's more to life than being lovey-dovey all the time," Bakugo retorted. "Going to the Hero Gala is much more important than some stupid reading session," he said. He might not be as much of a nerd as Izuku was, but he still knew how big of a deal the Hero Gala was.

Momo's answer stunned her father, and a sharp look appeared in his eyes. "Momo, tomorrow is the Hero Gala, the biggest event of the year," Momo's father explained. "This isn't just an event for heroes to socialize. Top heroes, influential businessmen, and only the highest-ranking members of our society are allowed to participate."

"Your attendance is crucial if you have any plans to take over my position as the head of our business empire in the future," her father continued. "Is your ambition so weak that you're willing to let this opportunity slip away?"

Ameri clenched her fist and fell silent for a moment. "...No," she finally said, and with a heavy heart, she canceled her plans with Izuku.

Momo's mother frowned as she observed the scene on the screen. She wasn't exactly pleased to see how her husband had cornered their daughter into attending the Gala, but she also couldn't deny that he was right; attending this event would be crucial for the on-screen version of her daughter to achieve her ambitions.

This also reminded her of the pending, detailed conversation they needed to have about the future of their empire and its succession with their daughter. Up to this point, that conversation had been deferred due to her daughter's drive towards heroism. However, witnessing this alternative version of their daughter sparked a newfound optimism. It hinted that she was more than capable of adeptly balancing both dimensions of her life.

After canceling her plans, she spent a few moments in silence with herself. '... Just one year... If only you had enrolled earlier or I had enrolled later...' she thought as she imagined herself being in the same class as Izuku. 'Could I have gotten closer to you in a more natural way?'

A surge of sadness welled up in Momo's heart as she observed the defeated expression in her on-screen self's eyes. 'Just one change... just one change deprived me of the friends I made in this timeline,' she thought, and honestly, she wasn't pleased with that realization.

"..What a silly fantasy," she thought as she curled up. "I just want to see you, Izuku..."

Momo thought she would receive more teasing upon hearing that, but all she got was a gentle head rub from her mother.

The day of the Hero Gala arrived, and we see Momo attending the party in a stunning orange dress.

"Beautiful..." Izuku murmured, his gaze fixed on the screen. Unbeknownst to him, he had spoken aloud, causing Momo to blush and stammer out a string of incoherent words.

Next to her stood her father, dressed in an expensive-looking business suit.

"Ah~, there's the handsome man I fell for," Momo's mother remarked, her hand interlocking with her husband's.

"What are you doing? There are people around us," Momo's father said while clearing his throat.

"Like we've ever bothered about that," she retorted with a mischievous grin.

"Lady Yaoyorozu," an elderly gentleman approached her. "Hello, young lady. I work with your father, and let me say, I have heard a lot of wonderful things about you."

"Thank you, sir," Momo elegantly replied.

"Will you be joining your father's business after graduation?" the older gentleman inquired.

"Yes, I'm planning to assist my father with his work," she responded.

'I wonder what I should do about our family business once I'm done with school,' Momo thought. 'Until now, I've always viewed the role of heading our business empire as a burden to avoid at all costs, but maybe I can use it to my advantage somehow...'

"Don't stress yourself too much, dear. We have plenty of time to determine the right course of action regarding succession," Momo's mother reassured, gently patting her head.

"How do you-"

"I'm your mother, sweetheart. Just observing your expression provides me with enough insight to discern what's on your mind," Momo's mother replied with a knowing smile.

As their conversation continued, Momo began to attract even more positive attention from those around her. The hushed whispers of praise and admiration gradually filled the air.

Momo's parents beamed with joy and pride seeing their daughter being praised by people who generally carried sticks up their asses.

After that, she engaged in conversations with a few more individuals and eventually retreated to a quiet corner of the event hall to catch her breath. 'As I suspected, most of the high-ranking attendees are adults. I need to be cautious,' she thought. 'But I still have to greet them properly...'

"Dealing with those pretentious assholes seems like a nightmare," Bakugo commented. "I'm glad I don't have to put up with their bullshit as a hero."

"Sorry to break it to you, but based on my brother's experience, I can assure you that at some point, you will have to deal with them," Iida said while adjusting his glasses.

"I'll just blow those assholes up," Bakugo replied, rolling his eyes, while Iida looked scandalized by Bakugo's response.

As she was lost in thought, her eyes landed on the ballroom dancing taking place in the middle of the hall.

'A dance, huh...' she thought. 'If I were to dance, I'd want to do it with someone like him...' Izuku's face appeared in her mind as she entertained the thought.

'D-dance with Momo!?' Izuku thought, fidgeting with his fingers. 'But I don't even know how to dance... Maybe I should learn a few moves... for flexibility, of course.'

'D-dance with Izuku... sounds nice,' Momo mused, gently toying with a strand of her hair.

"Pardon me..." A young, handsome man who appeared to be around her age approached Momo. "You're Lady Yaoyorozu, aren't you? Daughter of the Yaoyorozu family?"

"Yes," Momo replied with a slight bow.

"You're as stunning as the rumors say," the young man complimented and extended his hand. "If you have the time, would you honor me with a dance?"

"Ah?" Momo was taken aback for a moment as she stared at the outstretched hand.

"Ugh! I don't like this guy," Ochako frowned. "He's obviously trying to get close to Momo because of her family name."

"Yeah, Momo, shut that idiot down," Jiro chimed in, and a chorus of agreement resonated through the auditorium.

'Only if it were that simple,' Momo thought with a defeated sigh.

She then glanced over at her father, who was engaged in conversation with some other businessmen. 'Swallow it, Momo Yaoyorozu... this is what I must do,' she thought, ready to accept the young man's invitation.

"What!" the girls exclaimed in unison as they saw Momo was about to accept the dance.

"But why?" Jiro asked, looking at her friend.

"Jiro, I can't merely decline his invitation without a valid reason," Momo explained, shaking her head. "At this moment, I stand not just as Momo, but as a representative of my family. Thus, everything I do, whether positive or negative, directly reflects upon my family."

Momo's mother once again frowned upon hearing her daughter's response, though she couldn't deny its truth.

"By the way, does anyone know what's happening with Midoriya?" Shoto pointed toward a certain boy, drawing everyone's attention to Izuku enveloped in a dark aura, his smile eerily unmoving.

'Hold on! Could he be feeling jealous?' Momo wondered, an amused smile gracing her lips.

When suddenly a commotion erupted in the hall.

"Ohh! Midoriya's here!" Class 1A chorused in unison, prompting Izuku to look their way with a mixture of confusion and embarrassment.

"What is it?" one of the attendees asked.

"Oh, look! Isn't that All Might's..." the other attendee exclaimed, and Momo's eyes widened at the mention.

'Wait a minute... why? There's no way... In a place like this...' she thought, puzzled by the implications, as the sound of approaching footsteps reached her ears.

'All Might's...?' Bakugo pondered briefly before slapping his forehead with his hand. 'Guess there's another cat ready to leap out of the bag.'

And in the next instant, Izuku, dressed in an elegant tuxedo, stood before her, with All Might and Nighteye standing behind him.

"Lady Yaoyorozu," Izuku said, a faint blush tinting his cheeks. "May I have this dance?" he asked, gracefully sinking to one knee and extending his hand towards her.

'This is like something straight out of my fantasy books!' Momo screamed in her mind with a flushed face, unable to contain her excitement anymore.

A few hours before the Hero Gala, we find Izuku seated in his room, engrossed in reading. Suddenly, the door bursts open, and All Might and Nighteye enter.

"There's an overwhelming amount of All Might here..." Kendo remarked, taking in the astonishing display of All Might merchandise in Izuku's room.

"Indeed, that's our dorm's very own All Might shrine," Kaminari quipped. "We visit it to offer prayers for our safety after each villain attack."

"No, we absolutely do not!" Izuku retorted with a glare, while others laughed at their banter.

Meanwhile, a mixture of nostalgia and fondness played across All Might and Mirio's faces as they watched their departed friend and mentor on the screen once again.

"Young Midoriya!" All Might exclaimed, briefly transforming into his hero form. "Is it true that your plans for today were canceled?"

"Yeah, that's true, but how do you know that?" Izuku asked, noticing Nighteye averting his gaze. "I told you to stop tapping my phone," Izuku grumbled, a tick appearing on his head.

"Haha! I can totally imagine Sir doing something like that," Mirio chuckled.

Meanwhile, All Might wore a gentle smile on his face, imagining an alternate reality where he and Nighteye never grew distant and continued to mentor young Izuku together.

"Forget about that young man. We received an invitation, and you, young man, are going to accompany your mentor to the Hero Gala!" All Might proclaimed with enthusiasm.

"This will mark your debut in the world as All Might's successor," Nighteye added, producing a tuxedo seemingly out of thin air. "So get ready as fast as you can."

"I see, so All Might decided to make my status as his successor a public thing," Izuku mused aloud, prompting all eyes to gradually turn toward him.

"What the hell!" Monoma erupted, pointing an accusing finger at Izuku. "You're All Might's successor?"

"Yeah..." Izuku replied, only just realizing that he had inadvertently disclosed this in front of the entire room. "So... can we just pretend that didn't happen?" he added with a sheepish smile, rubbing the back of his head, while Bakugo groaned somewhere in the background.

"Of course not!" everyone in the audience, aside from Class 1-A, yelled in unison.

"Wait a minute! Why aren't you guys surprised?" Setsuna asked, looking at Class 1-A.

"We kind of figured there was some sort of secret connection between Izuku and All Might," Momo explained.

"And him being All Might's successor is much more plausible than the theory of All Might being Deku's dad," Ochako chimed in, receiving nods from the rest of the class, except for one individual.

'Well played, Midoriya. However, even if you manage to deceive the common folks of our class, a true theorist like myself won't fall for your ploys,' he thought, fixing his gaze on Izuku.

"Wait! What?" Izuku attempted to protest, but before he could grasp the situation, he found himself standing in the event hall of the Hero Gala, taking in the breathtaking view before him.

"Wow, everything's so shiny...!" Izuku exclaimed, his eyes filled with wonder. "And look at all the food...!" He continued to look around, his excitement palpable. All Might chuckled, clearly pleased to see his successor enjoying himself. By now, people had begun to notice the presence of All Might and Nighteye, and naturally, Izuku as well.

"Deku, stop acting like a moron and making a fool out of yourself," Bakugo grumbled while folding his arms.

"But Kacchan...! It's the Hero Gala! How can I not be excited to be a part of an event like that?" Izuku said with stars in his eyes.

"Oh? Midoriya, it seems Momo Yaoyorozu is also in attendance," Nighteye informed Izuku, noticing Momo among the guests.

"You're right!" a smile bloomed on Izuku's face.

"I must say, he appears genuinely excited to see you..." Momo's mother commented while Momo tried her best to avoid making eye contact.

"I'll go say hi then!" Izuku began to move towards her, but Nighteye swiftly caught him by the collar.

"Not so fast, Midoriya. Remember, you are not at school, you are at the Hero Gala!" Nighteye's gaze narrowed at Izuku. "There are greeting etiquettes that must be observed!"

"This is the shit I was talking about," Bakugo said. "Etiquettes this, etiquettes that, fucking bullshit!"

"Language aside, I agree with Bakugo," Ochako chimed in. "I swear my head's going to explode if I have to remember all of this."

And thus, we find ourselves at this moment, where Izuku is on one knee, asking Momo for a dance.

'Bu- Wh- How?!' Momo thought, feeling flabbergasted at seeing Izuku kneeling in front of her. 'Why is Izuku here!?'

"Damn! Her face might just burst into flames, given how red it is," Nemuri chuckled to herself.

Meanwhile, the commotion among the audience grew even more intense.

"It's All Might's successor!"

"The one from the rumors!"

"So young, yet he's already apprehending high-profile villains!"

'Oh, it seems that young Midoriya has made quite a name for himself in that universe,' All Might thought, a grin forming on his face. 'I would love to see those adventures as well.'

"Is that the Yaoyorozu heiress next to him...?"

"What's all this commotion?" Momo's father, who had noticed the increased activity, wondered what was happening. He moved forward, only to freeze on the spot upon seeing Izuku on one knee, offering his hand to Momo, surrounded by imagery sparkles.

"You don't seem to be too fond of the boy," Momo's mother remarked with a chuckle.

"Of course, I'm not going to be too fond of the boy who's asking out my little girl at such a grand event," Momo's father responded with a huff, narrowing his eyes at the screen.

Momo's father's body shook violently and his eyes flashed with rage. "Izu-" but before he could complete his sentence someone grabbed his shoulder. He turned around and saw All Might smiling at him.

"Good evening Mr. Yaoyorozu. How are you?" All Might said.

"All Might, I wasn't expecting Izu- your successor to be here with you...!" Momo's father said as the commotion around them increased even more as people were excited to see All MIght there.

"Oh! It looks like your father knows him quite well and still isn't fond of him, which is interesting..." Jiro commented, a mischievous grin forming on her lips. She leaned closer to Momo and playfully whispered, "Maybe he caught you two doing something... a little naughty..."

"Eep!" Momo squeaked, her cheeks flushing a deep shade of crimson. "Jiro! What happened to not teasing me!?"

"I promised I wouldn't let anyone else tease you, but that doesn't mean I can't have a little fun of my own," Jiro retorted with a playful grin.

"I, too, miss seeing everyone's faces once in a while," All Might said and pulled out an album filled with Izuku's pictures. "And I want to brag about my successor," he said and raised the album in the air while Nighteye nodded in the background.

"Oh, that sounds interesting," All Might mused, stroking his chin thoughtfully. "I must admit, I've accumulated quite a collection of pictures of young Izuku on my phone."

"All Might, please don't get any funny ideas, please," Izuku groaned.

"Sorry, young man, but it seems you're a bit too late to stop me now," All Might replied with a hearty laugh.

"We are drawing a lot of attention here..." Izuku commented, looking around. "Come with me..." He grabbed Momo's hand and led her out of the venue, leaving All Might to energetically display Izuku's pictures to the surrounding crowd.

Now in the venue's courtyard, Izuku and Ameri stood beneath the radiant light of a beautiful full moon.

"Aww! How romantic!" Toru exclaimed, and everyone couldn't help but concur that the scene unfolding on the screen was undeniably dreamy. Some even found themselves wishing to encounter something similar in their own lives.

"Shall we, Momo?" Izuku offered once again and they attempted to dance, but...

"What happened, Izuku?" Momo inquired, noticing Izuku's eyes averted and a blush on his face.

"Momo, I... I..." he took a deep breath. "I'm sorry! I can't dance!" he blurted out in a single breath.

"Huh? Oh, okay!" Momo responded.

Laughter rippled through the audience as Izuku gazed at the ground, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment. 'Yep, learning how to dance is definitely on my to-do list,' he thought to himself.

"Nighteye told me that it's best to greet a lady by asking her to dance..." Izuku explained in a flustered voice. "B-but I never learned how to dance, so... um... I didn't want to embarrass you, y'see... so I took you to someplace where no one could see us... I am so sorry," by the end of it, he couldn't bring himself to meet her gaze.

"I guess I really let you down, huh?" Izuku said with a sheepish smile while rubbing the back of his head. But then

"Pfft hahaha, I see!/Pfft hahaha, I see!"Suddenly, Momo, on-screen and off-screen burst out laughing, catching Izuku off guard.

"Well, that's very much like you..." she commented, and as Izuku looked at her, he found himself captivated by her smile. "Come, I'll teach you," she offered, extending her hand to him.

The scene shifted once again, and now Izuku and Momo were dancing together, both wearing smiles.

Click, Click, Click Momo's mother and Mina snapped a couple of pictures, finding the scene on the screen undeniably sweet and, naturally, prime material for potential blackmail.

'I am dancing with Izuku. This is incredible,' Momo thought, a smile gracing her lips. 'It's like a dream,' she mused as Izuku gracefully spun her.

Sitting in the audience, Izuku and Momo, watched the scene with smiles that mirrored their on-screen counterparts.

Suddenly, Izuku broke the lovely silence that hung between them. "You know, this whole time we've been apart I've been thinking... about who you are to me," Izuku began. "But seeing you after being apart so long apart, I think I finally have an answer."

Much of the audience leaned forward in anticipation, particularly Momo, who was eagerly awaiting Izuku's next words.

Momo's cheeks tinted with a blush, but she patiently awaited his words. "You are most wonderful when you're following your ambition and I can feel like I can do my best whenever I'm with you," he continued, while the scenes of different moments from their lives played in his mind. "You showed me a goal to aim for and you said that you would wait for me on the top..." Izuku gazed at her, a warm smile gracing his lips. "That's why I think you are someone I'd like to get much, much close to..."

Momo stared at him with wide eyes, her cheeks flushed even more than before. In the next moment, the world around them seemed to come to a halt as she suddenly wrapped her arms around him in a tight hug. "...Me too," she whispered into his ear as she hugged him tightly. "I've been thinking the same thing... all this time."

At that moment, something bloomed in Momo's heart as she brought her hands closer to her chest and closed her eyes. Then she opened her eyes and imprinted the sight on the screen into her heart.

Meanwhile, Izuku was on the verge of shutting down when Momo hugged him, but he forcefully maintained his focus, and in his honest opinion, it paid off. The entire scene of Momo confessing back to him was a real eye-opener for him. Before this, the thought of a relationship never crossed his mind since neither his terrible childhood nor the responsibility that came with One for All allowed his mind to wander in that direction. But now, after seeing this, his mind was telling him to go and explore this uncharted territory as well.

After that heartfelt exchange, a moment of silence enveloped them. However, Momo suddenly pulled away from the hug, her thoughts racing with, 'W-What am I saying!' Her cheeks were flushed as she tried to regain her composure, rubbing the back of her head awkwardly. "Ha, ha, ha. Y-You just started praising me out of nowhere... a-and I got embarrassed... so I..." Her words trailed off as she looked up, only to see Izuku blushing deeply, hugging himself tightly.

'... Oh. Ooooh...!' Her eyes widened as realization hit her like a lightning bolt. 'Oooooohhhh~~!' As Momo was processing this, Izuku just stood there, still blushing intensely.

Then just for a moment, Izuku and Momo's eyes met before Izuku averted his eyes, but Momo didn't. She kept looking at him and thought, 'I guess it's not just me who is feeling the sparks.' Then a smile spread on her lips. 'Izuku, your counterpart said he liked my ambition, so I'm going to make sure that you realize how ambitious I can be when I set my eyes on something,' she thought, a predatory look appearing in her eyes, sending shivers down Izuku's spine.

Their moment was interrupted by the arrival of All Might and Momo's father, who had been searching for them.

The two men, All Might and Momo's father, felt a chill run down their spines as Momo shot them with deadly glares for disrupting the moment between her and Izuku. Meanwhile, somewhere in the afterlife, a certain future-seeing hero found solace in the fact that he wasn't among the living at this particular moment.

Then the screen turned black.

"So, thoughts..." Nezu said as if it was a routine thing to say after every universe.

"It was incredibly cute and romantic!" Mina and Toru exclaimed together.

"The relationship between Midoriya and Yaoyorozu went far beyond mere mutual attraction," Nemuri stated with seriousness in her voice. "It felt like they each brought something to the other's life that amplified their strengths."

"We got to see what the Hero Gala looks like from the inside," Kaminari added.

"Deku hilariously embarrassed himself by asking a Ponytail for a dance without knowing a jack shit about it," Bakugo said while laughing until Mitsuki smacked him on the head.

"Well, that can be easily fixed, you know," Momo said and glanced at Izuku, who was still struggling to look her in the eyes. "How about I teach you how to dance?"

"Wait, really?!" Izuku's eyes widened. "I mean, I don't want to impose."

"It's no trouble, Izuku. Besides, dance is just an excuse. I was more interested in spending time with you," she said with an angelic smile that made Izuku simultaneously scared and excited.

With that, once everyone had shared their thoughts, they moved on to the next universe.

To be continued...

Source: Mairimashita! Iruma-kun, Ch.179 - One Year's Distance & Ch.180 - One Centimeter's Distance.

Note:-

I understand that chapters like this might not be everyone's cup of tea, but this is something I really wanted to do. You can expect more chapters like these in the future. Also, if you're not a fan of these, please refrain from leaving negative comments.