"Why are you so nervous, Dad?" Eri giggled as she tied his tie.

"It has been a while since I have been on a date, and it is with the woman you call Mom!" he said as she patted his chest, signaling she was done with this tie. He noticed that she frowned and tossed the pocket square into this closet, fetching a different one with silver trim instead of gold and other cuff links.

"Look that makes it easier. She already loves me and I love her," Eri said. "She already likes you, Dad; your job is not to mess it up."

"Thanks, Unicorn," he said dryly.

"Then what is the plan?" she said, fastening his cuff links.

"I am going to pick her up from her home; we are going to dinner, then out dancing, afterward a carriage ride through the park where I will take her home, walk her to the door, and kiss her goodnight." He spoke.

"And you better kiss her, not on the cheek, not some awkward hug and no high five, and you turning and running away," Eri said sternly.

"One time, one time you high five and run and that is all anyone remembers." He sighed. "Am I doing the right thing?"

"Dad, she asked you out on the date; she just got you to say it. She changed your clothing, helped decorate our house, and is a mother to me in every way I can imagine, except she doesn't get to tuck me in at night. You are lonely, and so is she. You guys make each other happy, and you both get along great, and I know that in my bones, you two will be wonderful together." Eri hugged him. "Now go out of here and have fun; Lilly and Clara will be here soon for movie night."

"Ok, well…"

"Yes, I know." She said exasperated. "I will set the alarm and turn on the barriers. I have all the emergency numbers, the panic room is fully operational, and no boys will enter the house after you leave. Now get going."

"Fine, forgive a father for worrying about his precious Unicorn," he said, kissing her head.

-Date Night-

He knew it was old-fashioned, but his mother had always told him when he would pick up a girl for a date and if she was special to bring flowers. So here he was, flowers in his hand and knocking at the door. When it opened, he hoped she would be standing there, but instead, he saw Kyoka.

"OH, hey, Kyoka," he said. "Are you staying here?"

"I am greenie, that I am." She said. "Just till I get on my feet again."

"Yeah, I understand." He said. "Sorry to hear about your divorce. I reached out, but you must have changed your number or something. I never heard anything back."

"No, I must have missed it; sorry about that." She replied. "Sorry about Ochaco."

"Me too," he said. "But you know her and space." They both paused before she hugged him tightly and briefly before stepping back.

"Come on in, Momo will be ready in a moment," Kyoka said. He stepped in and made his way to the kitchen.

"It is good to see you, Kyoka," he said. "I watched your concert on stream, and it was great." He glanced at the living room and saw the purple fender on the couch. "I am glad you still have the guitar."

"Oh yeah, it's a favorite of mine." She said, silently chastising herself. "You look good. Very handsome."

"Thank you, Kyoka; I am glad you like the guitar," he smirked as he looked down at his clothes. "Momo's doing; she changed my wardrobe without me even noticing."

"I am sorry I didn't make the funerals," she said quietly. "I sent flowers."

"We got them, thank you," he said quietly. He turned, set the flowers down, and hugged her tightly. "I fucking missed you. You just disappeared on me, and that fucking sucked. I was sure that I would never see you again."

"I am so sorry, Izuku," she said, hugging him back as some tears leaked. "I fucked up, I fucked up a lot. And everyone should be telling me to go fuck myself, but they are all welcome back, and I don't deserve it. I am so sorry, Greenie; if you can forgive me, I promise I will make it up to you. Can you?"

"I forgave you the moment I saw you, Kyo." He said.

"I thought I was going to have to lock you two in a room to get that straightened out," Momo's voice called, pulling them back. Momo stood in the hallway with a smile on her face, dressed in the little black dress that every woman should own, but on Momo, it looked almost criminal; her heels wrapped up her calves, and some gold jewelry completed her look.

Kyoka stepped back, drying her eyes as Izuku smiled, picking up the flowers, "For you."

Momo smiled and deeply breathed in their scent, "My favorite roses; thank you, Izuku." She pecked his cheek.

"I will put those in water for you, Momo; you two get out of here and have a good night." She said.

Izuku extended his elbow, and the two left. Kyoka placed the flowers in the water and sat on the couch, staring at the night.

-The Date-

He didn't have to wait to take her home; they were kissing in the middle of the dance floor. She pulled back, looking up at him through her eyelashes. "That was amazing, Izuku," her body started to sway with the beat again.

"Wow," he muttered, finding the rhythm again. She turned and had her back pressed against him; he almost had to reboot the way she moved before he found her rhythm, his hands on her waist as she danced, pressing up against him. Her arms above her head as she looked over her shoulder at him with a beckoning gaze. She could feel his member pushing against her, turning her on to know he wanted her. For so long, she had wished for this reaction, this response from someone she had feelings for, and she was receiving it. She pulled him from the dance floor to their private table when the song ended.

She soon found herself sitting side saddle in his lap as they kissed again, deeply stirring desires and passions inside of them. She shivered in delight when, without prompting, his hand discovered her leg. She knew what she wanted as it danced up her thigh to just below her supple backside.

"Just so I know, what was the plan after this?" she said as they broke apart; she covered her mouth with her hand to stifle her moan, as he immediately started to kiss her neck.

"Um, a carriage ride through the park, take you home, and kiss you at the door." He said in between kisses.

"Nice, that would have worked as well," she stopped him, his eyes locked with hers, and she could see the desire blazing in his eyes. Her want turned into a need. "Say it, Izuku, tell me what you want."

He kissed her briefly. "I have a small place near here; I want to take you there." He said, kissing her neck again. "I want to take you there and see what I have imagined for years. I want to take you there and not leave until the morning. Momo, I want you so bad; I would take you right here if you let me."

Momo's mind filled with the thought of freeing himself as he slid her thong to the side and buried himself in her; she shuddered at the thought. "Take me there, Izuku, and make me scream your name."

They quickly disentangled themselves and left out the VIP Entrance; once there, he took her into his arms and took the air. After taping in the code, they landed on a small balcony and stumbled in clothes trailing in their wake. He stopped when her dress fell, his eyes drinking in her undergarments; he twirled her around so he could see all of her. She smiled when she heard him say a simple wow.

Once in the room, she danced free, taking off her bra and tossing it aside, hiding herself with her arms before she unveiled herself; his mouth found them immediately as they tumbled onto the bed. She reached down and freed him from his underwear; she smiled at the size she felt in her hand.

When she felt him go to pull her thong down, "Just push it to the side Izuku, put your cock in me. Don't make love to me fuck me; show me what I do to you."

She felt it shoved to the side as she lined up and buried himself to the hilt. She shuddered as he began to fuck her; passionately, with strong hard thrusts, he buried himself again and again inside her. She lifted her hips to meet his thrust and held him tight against him. Their moans and cries of passion began to fill the room; she then felt a surge of rush through her, and the intensity increased. She locked eyes with him and was greeted with the brilliant glow of One for All. She felt herself explode in pleasure, and he didn't stop; it was when she started screaming his name that she felt him cum deep inside of her.

She smiled and kissed him deeply when she felt him not go soft. "Claim me so that no other would think themselves worthy."

Momo passed out in pure bliss as the morning rays of the dawn came peaking in.

-Her Home-

Momo came in a little after 2 p.m., an absolute mess. Thankfully, he dropped her off on the balcony so no one in the building saw her. Kyoka was sitting at the counter as her friend came in.

"Good Night?" Kyoka said.

"Amazing Night," Momo replied. "I need a shower. I will be back."

-His Home-

"Now, just who do you think you are?" Eri said, pacing before her father, sitting on the floor. "You go out all night and come waltzing back in at nearly 3 in the afternoon with no phone call or nothing."

"Yeah, but.." he protested.

"Yeah, but nothing, mister," she retorted. "Do you know how worried I was when I woke up and you weren't home?"

"But…"

"No message, no alerts that you were called into action. The agency doesn't know where you are, but they have your car because it almost got towed from The Abyss nightclub. Now, is it possible my father and mother are out having a wonderful evening, and they were suddenly attacked by some villain and taken hostage?" she said, pacing before him.

"Yes, that would be possible," he agreed.

"They don't answer the phone, they don't answer text messages, and you want to come strolling in like nothing?"

"Aren't I the parent here?" he said.

Eri blew past his protest. "You are in big trouble, mister, big trouble. You are going to go down that hall and shower and get dressed, and then you will take Lily, Clara, and me to Twinkle to get our nails done and then to dinner before we take them home. Is that clear?" she said, hiding her smile.

"Yes, ma'am," he said, getting to his feet.

She clapped her hands, "Get moving, mister!"

Izuku was washing his body in the shower when he suddenly stopped. "WAIT A GOD DAMN MINUTE!"

-Her Home-

Momo emerged in a pair of workout shorts and a tank top with a goofy grin; she pulled a large bottle of water from the fridge and set a plate of food to heat.

Kyoka was sitting there. "So I take things went well."

"It was what I always wanted," she said. "I would dream of that kind of passion from Shoto, that he would show me a fraction of what Izuku showed me. Holy shit, my legs still feel weak."

Kyoka smiled softly, "I am glad for you, Momo; I hope things work out."

"Are you okay, Kyo?" she said.

"I am; that ship sailed, and your ship sailed," Kyoka said, keeping her soft smile. "I want you both to be happy, and you deserve it. You pulled back because of me once before; if I hadn't been so fucked up, you wouldn't have had to deal with the heartache of Shoto, and he wouldn't have had to deal with Ochaco. Eri, too." She walked over and pulled the food out of the microwave. "But you, I think you forgot Mina and Toru are supposed to be here any second," Kyoka kissed Momo's cheek. "Have fun. I am going to see my parents."

"You can't abandon me, Kyo. Mina will know something is up right away, and Toru will be a bloodhound with a scent." Momo pleaded, her eyes all wide.

"Sorry, I promised my parents and…" the doorbell rang. "Too late!" she added in a teasing tone.

Momo heard Kyoka open the door to make her excuse, and before the door closed, Momo contemplated if Izuku would help her dispose of Kyoka's body when she heard. "Oh, Mina, she went on a date last night, didn't come home till two this afternoon, and came in via balcony. LOVE YOU MOMO!"

"YOU HAVE TO COME HOME SOMETIME!" Momo yelled as Mina and Toru came around the corner. Mina had the largest Cheshire grin, and when Toru activated the bracelet as she materialized, she shared the same grin.

"So we heard from a butterfly that you had a date last night," Mina said.

Toru sniffed the air, then sniffed Momo's neck. "She had sex at least 12 times." She declared.

"At least?" Mina asked.

"It gets murky after 12," Toru shrugged.

"So we know Momo went on a date last night and had a night of heated passion," Mina said as she hovered around the blushing heroine.

"Morning," Toru said, looking at Momo. "I bet they had sex until the morning, passed out, and came home."

"We heard that she came home via the balcony," Mina said, her finger to her lips. "So she had to be out with a hero."

"Not that many heroes that fly," Toru said. "Maybe super strength, they jumped?"

"No damage to the balcony, definitely a flyer," Mina called out, walking back into the kitchen.

"A few hickeys, they are well placed, not obvious, so not an amateur," Toru said. Momo was blushing furiously, hiding her face in her hands.

"Ok, hold a second, Toru," Mina said. "Momo, did you have fun?"

"Yes, it was amazing, dreamlike, wish fulfillment." She whispered.

"Are you going to see him again? Or is this a one-and-done thing?" Mina followed up.

"I don't do one and done," Momo said. Mina smiled and hugged her tightly. She then nodded to Toru.

"Marks on her knees suggest several positions," Toru said, causing Momo to make the impression of a tomato. Toru squeezed her thigh, which made Momo jump some. "Aggressive…no, wait, passionate. He was claiming her," Toru was walking around here; she turned and looked at the counter, "fresh roses, not in red but Yellow and white, Momo's favorite colors."

Mina smiled broadly. "Momo, did you go on a date last night with Izuku Midoriya?" Toru stopped and stared at Momo. When Momo nodded, the girls burst out into cheers. When her phone rang, she couldn't hide it quickly enough. His name showed up on the caller ID. Being the pro, she composed herself and answered, placing him on speaker.

"Hello Izuku." Mina and Toru were holding hands and jumping up and down. "Do you miss me already?"

"Yes, I do." M&T almost squealed. "I honestly don't have the words, Momo. I really don't."

Momo smiled as she tucked some hair behind her ear, "That is good, I don't either." They heard some noise in the background. "Where are you?"

"Oh yeah, the other reason I called. Did Eri call you or text you last night?" he said.

Momo looked at her logs. "She called once, but we were in the club, so I didn't hear it, and a text saying to have fun and not to rush home. That was at 1 am. Why?"

"I got home and got the riot act. Now I am Twinkling while she and her friends get manicures, and then I have to take them to dinner; she made a very solid argument. It took till I was in the shower that I realized I was the parent." He said, making Momo laugh. "I know I just dropped you off at home, but do you want to join us for dinner? We have a reservation at 7 for Braxton's."

"Izuku, I love Braxton's," Momo said.

"I know that's why I made the reservation. Momo, I need to see you again. I can't wait." He spoke.

Momo melted; this was how she hoped to be treated, wanted, chased, and longed for. "I will be there."

"I can't wait to see you there, Momo." He said, ending the call.

Mina and Toru squealed and looked at the clock. "We have time," Toru said.

"Okay, dish girl, I was coming over to see if you maybe had feelings for old Midoriya and was going to try to set you guys up on a date. But I see I don't need to do that so details." Mina said, grabbing a cola from the fridge.

Momo smiled, "Eri was the one that started everything when at lunch she asked if she could call me Mom….

-Jiro House-

She stepped out of the rideshare and smiled at the familiar site of her childhood home. She was halfway up the walk when the door opened, and her dad stepped out. "Welcome home, my little grace note."

"Hi, Dad," she said, getting wrapped in his warm hug. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," he said. "Now get inside; Mom is in the kitchen."

Kyoka walked around the corner, and her mom was coming from around the counter. "Get over here, Kyoka," Mom wrapped her arms around Kyoka. "I am so sorry, baby." She whispered. Kyoka felt the tears coming. "Let it go; your momma is here; it's okay, Kyo. It's okay." That was all, and Kyoka started crying; there were tears for mistakes made, trouble caused, relationships ended, and others broken. All the burden that she was carrying came pouring out.

It took a while before Kyoka regained her composure.

"This is about more than your divorce, sweetie?" Her mom said. Kyoka nodded, and her mom pulled off to the basement studio as she was sure that Kyoka didn't want her father to overhear the conversation. "Talk to me, Kyoka. "

…

"So, you had a one-night stand with Deku back in school, and it meant more to you than just that one night, but he hurt you, so you went back to Denki." Kyoka nodded. "You told him it was a mistake and to leave it in the past, but you were still holding the torch." Again, Kyoka nodded.

"Then, in your second year, he and Momo started to get closer. And when she told you she kissed him, you asked her to back away as you were still sorting things through." Kyoka just wiped away a tear. "And Momo did this.

"Fast forward to New York, you end up having a one-week affair with Momo, and she asks you to come home and be with her, but again, you say no. Now, you come home just in time for the two that got away to fall into a relationship.

Holy shit Kyoka you don't like to make things easy, do you? Are you in love with them?" her mother said, leaning back in the chair.

"I don't know mom. I have already fucked up their lives by not being sure and asking them to wait or back away because I was hurt or scared. Now you should have fucking seen how happy she was today. Or how what Toru said when something almost happened, he wasn't worried about being abandoned like with what happened with Ochaco, but he used my words. The greatest hero of our class has been fucked over emotionally because of me."

Kyoka held her head in her hands. "You don't know everything he went through, all he did before we even joined the fight. Every fight I have been in has been nearly nothing compared to the hell that was our first year. I didn't even come home for his Mom or Toshi's funeral. I am a piece of shit."

"I love you, Kyoka, but you have managed to fuck some shit up," Mika said. "You need to be there for your friends. You must pull your head out of your ass and be there for them. You may have a hand in Momo and Izuku's misfortune, but Ochaco and Shoto also do." Mika hugged her daughter, "For your own sake, don't do any more one-night stands."

"Sounds good, Mom." She whispered.

"Is anything going good?" Mika said.

"Good, I don't think it will be good, but I have been writing some," Kyoka stood holding her notebook.

"Can I see," Mika said softly. She looked down at the page, and tears formed in the corners of her eyes. "Oh, Kyo."

Let me sing you a waltz,
About this one-night stand.