AN: Given how Momo is the main love interest I'm expanding on her family and such in this. The parents shown here obviously aren't canon and while they're a reference to another show (as they fit the bill to my mind) it's not a crossover. Wanted to make that clear going in.
A Fool's Bonds
Chapter 16
"This is your home?" Izuku gapes as he and Momo exit the car that had taken them from UA to her family estate. He knew she was from money, but this place looked big enough to warrant its own Zip Code.
"Yes." Momo blushed bashfully, "Is…is that a problem?"
"No!" Izuku hastily reassured her, "I was just surprised. I've never even heard of a house this big, let alone seen one."
"Father's business pays well and...well, it's a bit of a story." Momo blushed cutely as she let them inside, her parents waiting for her as he noted how much Momo favored her mother.
"Izuku, I'd like you to meet my parents." Momo tucked a strand of hair behind her ear as her eyes flit between him and her parents.
"Loid Yaoyorozu." The blond man smiled, shaking Izuku's hand.
"And I'm Yor." Momo's mother smiled at him happily, "Our Momo's told us so much about you!"
"She has?" Izuku blinked in surprise just at the same time as Momo made a protesting squeak.
"Mother!" Momo hissed even as her parents chuckled.
"Come along young man." Loid Yaoyorozu gestured, "I have a tailor on hand ready to adjust a suit for you. I have a feeling my daughter wishes to have words with her mother."
"Uh…right." Izuku nodded and followed the tall blond as Mrs. Yaoyorozu led Momo away.
"So, tell me about yourself Midoriya." Mr. Yaoyorozu leaned against the wall as the hired tailor took Izuku's measurements, "My daughter speaks most highly of you."
"She does?" Izuku felt heat rise to his cheeks despite himself, both the tailor and Mr. Yaoyorozu smirking in amusement.
"Oh yes." His Empress' father smirked, "Spoke about how you helped her discover brand new applications for her quirk that she'd never thought of. Quite the analytical mind."
"I find quirks fascinating." Izuku muttered red faced as the tailor finished their measurements and started selecting clothes, altering their sizes with a quirk that wasn't too dissimilar from that of Best Jeanist.
"I'm curious what you'd make of mine or my wife's." the blond Yaoyorozu had a sharp gaze as he studied Izuku, "My wife's quirk is a passive one that allows her to process the entirety of the food she eats. I have a quirk that lets me understand the full chemical and molecular structure and functions of anything I touch."
"That's amazing!" Izuku tried not to geek out too hard, but he was sure he'd probably fail, "If Mrs. Yaoyorozu can process a hundred percent of any food, she eats then she'd be able to the maximum gains from them. She must have some great physical capabilities." Most foods contained only a small fraction of things humans could process, not all protein was equal. "And if you can understand things on the chemical and molecular level then that'd be brilliant for inventing new medicines, support gear, or even just new alloys. Not to mention it would be a boon for any type of detective work. I can even see how they combine for Momo's quirk. Processing all the food's she eats into excess lipids and then transforming them into items she understands the structure of, right?"
"That's correct." Mr. Yaoyorozu nodded, seeming quite pleased by Izuku's rapid breakdown, "Honestly, I'm just glad my quirk gave me the potential to provide for my wife and my little girl."
"I noticed." Izuku glanced around the luxurious room that was being used as essentially a walk-in closet.
"Ah yes, this house is a favorite story of mine in regard to the Yaoyorozu family." The tailor smirked as he handed over the selected clothes to him.
"Momo did say it was a bit of a story." Izuku probed cautiously, noting that Mr. Yaoyorozu actually looked a bit sheepish.
"It was before Momo was even born." Mr. Yaoyorozu shook his head, "My company was already making a sizeable profit, but Yor and I had been happy to keep our small home regardless…but then the wife of one our business associates decided to insult my wife." Izuku almost gulped at the fire in the man's eyes, "She mocked and belittled my Yor for not living in some pompous mansion. So…well I admittedly got a bit irate. I had this place built as a way to rub it in that woman's face."
"I can see why you did it then." Izuku nodded in understanding, silently wishing his parents could have had more of what Momo's did with the strength of their relationship.
"There we go, all done." The tailor nodded once he finished adjusting the clothes Izuku now wore. The dress pants were a dark black as were his shoes and tie, the shirt he wore being a green that matched his eyes and hair. It was honestly nicer than any other piece of clothing he'd ever worn outside of his Izanagi form.
"Thank you, Hopkins. Excellent work as usual." Mr. Yaoyorozu nodded to the man, paying him a tip and giving Izuku a look when he reached for his own money.
"Always a pleasure sir, always a pleasure." The Tailor, Hopkins, nodded in satisfaction as he packed up to go.
"Now come along Izuku, I believe the girls might be waiting for us by now and if they aren't they will be soon. A gentleman should never keep their date waiting after all." Mr. Yaoyorozu gestured him along, smirking in amusement at Izuku's startled noise at the term 'date', completely ignoring any stammering protest that escaped his lips.
Getting back to the entrance hall, Izuku nervously kept up the small talk with his host, answering the questions the man asked till his ears picked up the sound of high heels coming down the stairs. Turning, Izuku felt like his heart skipped his beat as he saw Momo.
His Empress and her other were wearing identical dresses, the only difference being that Momo's was as red as her Hero costume while her mother's was pitch black. He finally snapped out of his shock when he noted Momo had seen his gaze and was looking away bashfully, Mr. Yayorozu chuckling and closing Izuku's hanging jaw silently.
"Y-you look beautiful Momo." Izuku stuttered out as he tried, and utterly failed, to not be red faced.
"T-thank you Izuku." Momo blushed quite prettily as she stepped over and took his arm, much as her mother was doing with Mr. Yaoyorozu. Tonight, would certainly be interesting.
-Momo-
"You're a magnificent dancer." Momo smiled as she and Izuku twirled around the dance floor alongside several other couples, her parents included. It only took a moment for her to register how she'd just thought of the two to make her ears burn.
"Thanks Momo." Izuku's ears were just as red as her own as they danced together, "My…my Mom taught me."
"Really?" Momo blinked, having a hard time reconciling the mental images of the woman who'd been willing to crush her son's dream and apparently blamed said son for her divorce with the tender image of a mother teacher her son how to dance.
"Yeah." Izuku's smile was sad, somber, "She does love me, I know she does. She's just…controlling. She's afraid of a lot in the world and me not sharing those fears only makes hers worse."
"But you said she blamed you for the divorce, didn't you?" Momo frowned in confusion.
"I guess I didn't explain that well." Izuku sighed, "No, she fully blames my 'father' for being a scumbag. He's the one who jumped to conclusions and started the drama. But…I know a part of her does blame my quirk. A part of her, even if she doesn't want to, thinks 'if only that quirk was fire breath, or telekinesis, or even if he was just quirkless, maybe this wouldn't have happened'."
"I see." Momo frowned, still not liking that, even if it wasn't as bad as she had initially thought. For now, though, she put it out of her mind, enjoying the dance she shared with her friend. It felt wonderful to dance with someone besides her father who would look her in the eye rather than down her dress.
So far this had been the most enjoyable 'function' she'd had to attend in some time, and she was positive that it was thanks to Izuku's company. He'd danced with her, kept her company during her father's speeches to the guests, and they'd been able to have wonderful conversations the whole time.
"Thank you for the wonderful dance Izuku." Momo smiled at her cru-friend! Definitely friend!
"I'd love to dance again later if you would." Izuku smiled back, expression both bashful and hopeful.
"I'd be delighted!" Momo perked up, beaming at Izuku who's ears turned even redder, "But first I think we could both use a break. Why don't you find us a free table and I'll go grab us some drinks and food." She knew what would be best from the selections available and, not to insult her friend, but she wasn't sure how many of the dishes he'd recognize.
Happily going over to the buffet table, Momo was filling up a couple plates and glasses when she heard the voice of the last person that she wanted to see at one of these functions.
Stiffening, she glanced over her shoulder to see the swaggering form one of Galmar Jorgusson, the son of the Norwegian Ambassador and nephew to Norway's Number One Hero, Heimdall. The little shit had diplomatic immunity thanks to his father and happily used that to the extreme, the distinctive eyes of his family quirk standing out as he leered at her, sending a shiver of disgust down Momo's spine.
"Hey there Momo." Jorgusson grinned, snagging a bit of food off of the plate she was preparing for Izuku, "Glad to see you're finally done dancing with the green nobody. Ready to spend the rest of the evening with a real man?" his distinct swirling pink and purple eyes reeking of smugness.
"The issue with that, Jorgusson, is that you fail to qualify." Momo scowled even as she tossed the food he touched into the garbage and started making a second plate, "I happen to enjoy Izuku's company. Furthermore, as I've said time and time again, you do not have permission to use my given name."
"Come on babe, don't be like that." Jorgusson went to try and paw at her bottom before he was shoved back by a livid Izuku.
"I'd suggest that you leave." Izuku's tone was as cold as ice, almost making her think of his 'Dracula' form as he stared down the diplomat's son.
"Oh, no I don't think I will." The blond prick sneered and moved to go towards her again before Izuku placed himself firmly in the way.
"Take one more step and you're not going to like how this ends." Izuku's voice was low, ominous. Carrying a hint of finality that conveyed that his words weren't a threat, they were a promise.
"Really?" Jorgusson scoffed, "And how do you intend to stop me?"
"Look into my eyes." Izuku's voice was eerily calm as he squared up against Jorgusson who, while not a Hero himself, was still fit and had the same quirk that made his uncle Norway's Number One "You…tell…me."
And Jorgusson backed down, Momo noting the slight tremble in his hands, "You'll regret this." Jorgusson was gritting his teeth.
"No…I don't think he will." A new voice entered the conversation, placing an ominous hand on Jorgusson's shoulder, "I'm sure your countries Embassy will be most curious about their Ambassador's son abusing diplomatic immunity while trying to start fights and sexually harass my Niece." The ominous voice only grew to new levels of 'I wish to murder' as the speaker spoke.
"Uncle Yuri!" Momo let out a relieved sigh at seeing her mother's brother there.
"Indeed!" a booming voice called out from the doors as Momo turned and gaped at seeing All Might there, "Imagine my surprise when I came to support one of my students at a charity event and I see such atrocious actions being done! Yuri, was it? Do let me know if you need any help with 'conveying your displeasure' to the Embassy." All Might's smirk was almost vicious as Jorgusson paled.
Feeling Izuku take her hand protectively, her verdette friend more focused on making sure she was alright than gushing over All Might or gloating at Jorgusson. Right now, it felt good to be Momo.
AN: I plan to do a chapter focusing on each of Izuku's Arcana bonds (apart from Inko and Bakugo. I have specific stuff in mind for them later). After that I'll begin getting into the sports festival. Also, to those who noticed, Jorgusson was a reference to Heimdall in God of War Ragnarok. LOVED that Game and platinumed it already. Thor from that game is what I'm picturing for the Thor form here now.