-Momo's Parents-
Izuku stepped out of the car walking around; he opened the door, extending his hand to Momo as she stepped out with a practiced ease. He then opened the back door and did the same for Eri. He had refused to be driven to his future In-Law's house. He had several perfectly acceptable motor vehicles that he had inherited from his father. Also, this way, he had good reason not to drink too much with Momo's dad; he kept that little bit of information to himself.
It was shaping up to be a long day; they were to have lunch/dinner with her parents before heading to Momo's house to talk with Kyoka. Izuku had an idea of the talk; he tried to play it out in his head, but it was a jumble. He decided to address whatever needed to be done at that time. Now, he had to face his future mother-in-law; this battle required his attention. As he steadied his mind and prepared, he realized a critical error.
Yana was already on the attack; he had expected the door to be opened by the butler, Mr. Yu, not by the house's matriarch. Yana opened the door and invited them in; Momo took this in stride.
"Ring?" Yana said. Momo extended her hand, allowing her mother to inspect. "Heirloom?"
"It was Inko's," Momo said quietly. "From her marriage to Toshi."
"It is brilliant. Children?" Yana replied, her eyes watering some more.
"Yes, 3-6 if the gods are willing," Momo said with a small smile as she gazed at her mother. "I am adopting Eri as my daughter as soon as we get the paperwork together. You have a ready-made granddaughter."
Yana's attention shifted to Eri, dressed perfectly in attire matching her parents'. The girl did her best to smile and bow. Yana giggled some and took Eri's hand. "I know you had a wonderful grandmother who loved you so much. I can never hope to fill her shoes, but if you would allow it, I would much like to fill that role."
Eri's eyes watered, "You want to be my grandmother?"
"Yes, dear, If you will have me," the woman said, opening her arms to Eri. Eri nibbled on her lip some before she slowly stepped into the embrace and just melted into Yana's hug; it had this fond feeling, a sensation of something gone but not forgotten.
"I would like that," Eri said.
They stood briefly as Izuku slipped his arm around Momo's shoulders. Until Yana and Eri broke their hug, she turned her attention to Izuku.
"Izuku Midoriya," she said sternly before she wrapped him in a hug. "I know you will make Momo happy; if you need anything, our door is always open." She pulled back and kissed his cheek. "I am stealing them for a bit; Takashi is in the study. Please do keep it down to one bottle tonight." His girls giggled at him as Yana led them off.
Izuku was happy; he and Takashi enjoyed a drink on the patio as they talked about future things: wedding, honeymoon, where they would live, and a proper engagement party. When the girls rejoined them a few hours later, Eri was all smiles as Takashi whisked her off, proclaiming that it was his turn to get to know his granddaughter.
Momo smiled and kissed Izuku's cheek. "See, not so bad." She whispered.
"It isn't," he said, looking out the garden. "They seem just as happy as we are; it is very nice."
"They couldn't have any more children after me," Momo said. "They wanted many children, the prospect of us giving them grandchildren to spoil within the seeable future."
"Also, it helps that we have not seen Momo this giddy and happy in many years," Yana added, walking up. "You have brought a twinkle and life back to her that we feared lost. Now let's talk about you getting a proper home; there is a lovely piece of property on the other side of those trees. Close but still enough to allow you some privacy."
Soon, Momo and Izuku were saying their goodbyes as Eri was being pampered by her new grandparents. Eri surprised her father by pulling him aside and talking to him; when she finished, she kissed his cheek, leaving him stunned momentarily. Momo asked him quietly, but Izuku told her it was between him and Eri. They headed out to the car holding hands, it was now for the part of the evening that he was sure wouldn't go so smoothly.
-Momo's Penthouse-
Momo and Izuku paused outside the private elevator to Momo's penthouse. They took each other's hand as they entered, quietly riding up to the penthouse.
Kyoka sat waiting for the duo to come home; she had been on edge all day and felt she was about to puke at this moment. She didn't know how the conversation would go, she knew how she wanted it to go. The silence in the home was deafening; she heard the elevator begin to move, and her stomach decided to go into a full gymnastic routine. When the door opened, she closed her eyes and steadied herself.
Momo and Izuku entered, heading to the kitchen to fetch some wine while Izuku walked into the living room and saw Kyoka sitting there. It wasn't long till Momo joined.
Momo sat on the opposite end of the couch from Kyoka, with Izuku sitting to her right in an oversized chair. The tension was rife as the wine was poured, and no one was sure how to begin this conversation.
"Momo and I are engaged and plan to move in together," Izuku began. "We are hoping to accomplish this sooner rather than later, and that brings us to the question of you, Kyoka." Kyoka took a drink of her wine to try to calm herself down. "And where are you going to stay?"
"You are welcome to stay here, though I imagine it might be a bit lonely," Momo said. "As the reason I brought you to live with me was not for your financial benefit but for your emotional benefit, I feel that you staying here alone would be the wrong choice."
"Can I say something?" Kyoka said, putting her glass down; the duo nodded. "I…I am in love with both of you and want to be with you. I want to wake up in both of your arms and be there for you both. Momo has said she loves me and wants this as well, but how do you feel? Because I love you, Izuku, and want to be with you."
"Momo?" he said quietly.
"Izuku, yes, I do love her. I told you so," Momo replied, taking his hand. "I am not asking you to choose both or nothing. I choose you. I want to be with you. You are the primary component of my happy ending. I wouldn't have asked you to ask me to marry you if that wasn't the case or be moving in with you. Will I be happy with you, Eri, and our future children? Yes! But do I want all that and Kyoka with us? Yes." She squeezed his hand. "I will abide with however you feel, my love. I told you I do love her, but it is you that I am IN love with."
The room was quiet for a moment while Izuku thought about it; there was the adolescent fantasy that came with it, of course. The last time he checked, he was alive and attracted to them both. He thought of being with her, not in their bed but in their life, helping to raise children, them having their children.
The law would allow him to marry both, and Kyoka and Momo could marry each other. Financially, it was a non-issue; all three were well off. He looked at Kyoka, how long he had loved her, how long he had waited to hear those words from her. She was the one temptation that would have made him stray once upon a time. He would have gone to her if she had called to him, Ochaco or not.
But then he also thought of pain, the loss, the trouble. It is okay to be selfish, Dad. You can put yourself first, and you should. You always give to everyone else; you give and give. You didn't want to let Ochaco go, but you did so she could follow her dream; you didn't want to give up on Mom in school, but you did for whatever reason. I love you so much, Dad; I want you to put yourself ahead of everyone, including me. Just this once. Eri's words ran through his brain.
"Kyoka," he began. "The night you kissed me in my dorm, that was my first kiss. You said that anyone who had fought so hard for you and your song was worthy of being kissed. I fell for you with that, but Denki, I knew how he felt, so I ignored it. I had a crush on Ochaco; it was complicated. I didn't know how she felt and wasn't sure how I felt. But I knew when you kissed me that I wanted more. You and Denki started going out; I said nothing, did nothing, and continued my life. You never said anything, didn't act too much different, we just became closer friends."
Kyoka didn't say anything. "Then THAT night, when we kissed, the fire was relit, and we spent the night together, were each other's first. And when Nagant shot you the next morning, I saw all my fears of what would happen to you, my family, and my friends play out in front of me. If it weren't for Danger Sense, you would have been either dead or in a much more serious condition. I wanted to come home with you, but I was afraid I was barely a few years older than Eri. I made the wrong choice.
When you finally brought me home, you told me it was a mistake. It was a beautiful mistake, but a mistake you told me to leave it in the past. You let it go; you were with Denki again. How long did you wait before going back to him after that night?"
"It was a week later, I was angry Izuku. You had abandoned me, we had that experience, and you left me at that hospital. It was the wrong decision on my part, but you said it yourself: we were just kids. So hurt I retreated to something comfortable." She looked at the floor. "Then I messed it up more. When I heard you on the roof, I thought you were about to leave again, and instead of telling you that, I told you it was a mistake. It's not the truth. I wanted you that I wanted to be with you. I told you to leave it in the past."
"And I did, Kyo, I did just that," he said, his voice rising slightly as passion-filled it. "Even before I went, I wanted to tell you how I felt and let you know that if I died that night; my last thoughts would have been of you. But I didn't. When I came to confess to you with Denki, I felt like crap. So I remembered what you said and kept it in the past. I tried to move on and felt I was going to with Momo." He had never let go of her hand. "But you told her to back off."
"I did. I asked her to step back, and she did," Kyoka said. "I still had feelings for you; I didn't want you with someone else. The thought hurt, and I wanted to try to sort it out. And then Ochaco came and…."
"I don't care what Ochaco did," he snapped. "Yes, I understand why Momo did as you asked. You are her best friend, and I know that Ochaco came and said something that made her back off even more. But how do you think I felt? No one told me anything. That hurt Momo. That hurt; I felt like I wasn't good enough."
Momo turned to him. "I am so sorry Izuku. I should have said anything to try to help you understand. Maybe if I had said something, you and Kyoka could have figured things out long before this, or it would have forced Kyoka to either commit or let go. I want to say I would have stepped up at that point, but in hindsight…"
"I should have figured it out," Kyoka said. "I used Ochaco's speech as a reason to ignore it, to bury it and not confront the truth that I wanted you. I let it push Momo away from you. I encouraged her to date Shoto when that came up."
"I can't say for certain that Momo and I would have made it through those years and now would be sitting here with children and a life that has eluded us both for so long." He said, anger now coming to the forefront. "That Eri wouldn't have had to wait so long to have a mother that she chose, but that picked her. But I can say that you are the catalyst for all the pain after you told her to back off. Instead, I ended up pursuing a woman that left me after a year to go into fucking outer space. FUCKING OUTER SPACE. The blackness and the unknown were more important and meant more to her than me or ERI. EVERYTHING IS MORE IMPORTANT THAN ME! WHY? WHY THE FUCK AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH FOR SOMEONE TO SAY FUCK THAT YOU ARE THE ONE THAT MATTERS?
Kyoka couldn't say anything; Momo's eyes started to water, realizing the pain she had also caused him.
"I BEAT SHIGARAKI; I GRADUATED VALEDICTORIAN; I EVEN BEAT MOMO FOR TOP STUDENT ONCE. I AM THE NUMBER ONE HERO IN JAPAN. I DO EVERYTHING I CAN FOR EVERYONE I CAN, AND NO ONE CAN CHOOSE ME. TORU CLAIMS SHE WAS DRUNK, I KNOW THE TRUTH, BUT I AM NOT FUCKING GOOD ENOUGH FOR HER TO STEP FORWARD. MEI, TWO FUCKING WEEKS BEFORE SHE CAN REMEMBER ME. SO FUCKED IN THE HEAD THAT TURNED DOWN MELISSA BECAUSE I FELT I WASN'T GOOD ENOUGH." His voice was rife with pain and anger.
"YOU SAID YOU WEREN'T SURE ABOUT MARRING DENKI AND OFFERED TO TAKE YOU AWAY. YES, I HOPED THAT YOU WOULD BE MINE, BUT EVEN IF THAT WEREN'T THE CASE, I WOULD HAVE STILL DONE IT. I WOULD HAVE FOUGHT EVERYONE TO GET YOU AWAY, AND YOU SAID NO. I MESSAGED YOU, WROTE YOU LETTERS, DID EVERYTHING I COULD TO MAINTAIN SOME FUCKING RELATIONSHIP WITH YOU IGNORED ME. MY PARENTS DIE NOTHING, OCHACO LEAVES NOTHING. YOU FUCKING DID NOTHING."
"Izuku…" she started to say.
"NO, YOU DON'T GET TO TALK RIGHT NOW." HE CUT HER OFF. "THEN YOUR LIFE FALLS APART YOU HAVE A WEEK-LONG ROMANCE WITH MOMO, AND SHE ASKS YOU TO COME HOME AND BE WITH HER, AND YOU SAY NO! NOW YOU WANT TO BE WITH US; YOU WANT TO BE WITH HER AND BE WITH ME. YOU SAY YOU LOVE ME, HOW CAN I FUCKING BELIEVE YOU? WHEN HAVE YOU EVER SHOWN ME THAT YOU LOVED ME? NOW BECAUSE YOU ARE SAYING IT?" He finally released Momo's hand. "Yes, Momo loves you, Kyoka, for so many reasons I don't understand I love you, I never stopped loving you."
Kyoka looked at Momo and then at him, her eyes wet as those words bounced around her head.
"But I can't trust you," he said calmly, pulling his emotions back in check; her heart fell into her feet. "You don't get to just waltz back into my life and tell me you love me, expecting me to take you into my arms. Momo has made me her priority; she has committed to me for years. Not only to me but to Eri. Momo?"
"Everything you said is true, Izu," she said, looking at Kyoka. "We may not have the ability to know the future, but I want to think that had we not stopped in our 2cnd year, we would be living the life we dream about. But we wouldn't have had to go through what we did with Shoto or Ochaco. And you wouldn't have had to suffer with the others as well. I love her too, Izuku, but I choose you. I want the life I see for us. I will abide by your choice." She said.
"Kyo," she said, walking over to her; he crouched so they were at eye level. "I would be lying if I said I didn't want you. You have to prove it. You have to prove that you are someone I can count on and want to be here, to be with Momo and be with me. I won't tell you that if you do x, y, and z, we can be together. It may never happen, but if you are willing to try, then so am I."
"I am Izuku, I am." She looked at him pleadingly. "I know what I have done, and I don't know the true extent of the pain I caused, but I caused you and Momo so much pain. I want a chance. Even if it doesn't end the way I want, I want a chance to be a part of your life. I want a chance to show you both, that I can and will be here for you both."
"Then you are welcome to live with us," he said. "You can prove to me by being there every day. Is that ok, Momo?"
"Yes, my love," she said. "I know how hard it is for you to do this, to put restrictions and not just give in. And I agree with you; while I would initially jump at the chance to bring her in, this isn't just about her and me anymore. It is about Eri, and it is about you. And things should be about you sometimes."
"Izuku, can I have a kiss?" Kyoka said. "Just once."
Izuku tilted her face towards him and leaned down tenderly. Their lips touched, and old flames sparked and ignited. It held hints of promise and tomorrow; her eyes were still closed when they parted. "Thank you." She whispered.
"Goodnight, Kyoka Jiro," he said, rising to his feet. "I look forward to tomorrow."
Momo walked over and kissed Kyoka's cheek. "Night Kyoka. I hope this all works."
"So do I, Momo, so do I," she whispered back. "Goodnight to you both."
-Momo and Izuku-
"Are you ok with this?" he asked, taking off his suit.
"Yes," she said, simply turning her back to him and lifting her hair so he could unzip her. "The initial thought excites me; the thrill of having you both is a dream. You are the foundation of that dream; she hurt you and me, and I am sure she hurt Eri. We must do what is right for us, our family, and our future. And I agree she has something to prove if we will let her in. We all need to know that we can count on her." The dress tumbled to the floor she turned to him in nothing but her underwear. "Izuku Midoriya, there is no happy ending without you; my life will not be complete without you and Eri."
Their lips meant tenderly, softly. His arms wrapped around her waist. "Is this what it feels like to be the priority?"
"Yes," she whispered. "this is how you make me feel."
"This is nice."
"Good, get used to it. And also, please get undressed and take me to bed. I want you. I want to feel you. Make love to me." She whispered seductively.
"I can't wait till we can try for children." He said.
"Neither can I," she responded, helping him get undressed. "How long?"
"Don't you want to be married first?" he said.
"Yes, I want to get married and enjoy our honeymoon, hopefully even get pregnant on our honeymoon. Nine months to get a proper wedding, if we rush." She looked at him. "Do you want to rush?" her heart was hammering against her chest; she knew what he would say, but she wanted to hear it.
"Yes," he said. "Let's do what we need to do. Life has been on hold for so long; I don't want to wait."
"Then let's not wait any longer than we have to." She said as the last of his clothes fell to the floor. "If I didn't want that moment of hearing them announcing us wed so badly…I can't wait. BED NOW!"
Their lips met as they tumbled into bed.
-Kyoka-
She sat in her room, staring at her notebook. She may not be guaranteed anything, but after that kiss, she wouldn't let it slip away again.
One single night with you, Izuku,
Is worth a thousand with anybody.