-Izuku & Momo-

Izuku: So, your parents want to meet me?

Momo: Yes.

Izuku: And he wants you to meet with arranged marriage candidates?

Momo: I believe so, but I told you my response. I want to be with you.

Izuku: I want to be with you also. Let me work on getting a job, then I will meet your parents, and we can handle the other stuff as we go. Let us just be honest with each other.

Momo: Yes, I agree. When can I see you again?

Izuku: Well, after I get a job and my schedule, I will tell you when my next day off is, and we can try and plan something then. Can I tell you something?

Momo: Of course.

Izuku: I already miss your lips.

Momo: I miss yours as well. Please let me know when I can see you again; I miss you.

Izuku: I promise. Goodnight, Momo.

Momo: Goodnight, Izuku.

-Mei-

Mei entered and opened the black van door letting the gas escape. Once it was clear, she removed her gas mask and stepped inside. The two men in the van were unconscious. They wouldn't be out long, so she got to work. They had no identification; she took their fingerprints. She then went to work on the computers, satellite uplink.

Ok, where are you sending the info? Bouncing around, hello I-Island. Melissa? I do not think so. Her dad. She needs to get out of there. Confronting him will go poorly. Why are they watching? They are looking for energy reading. Of course, they targeted us; when we sent Melissa the signal, it must have triggered something. I should be locked out by now. Cosmic Entity? What is that? The ashes must have had the same energy signature. That is how they found us. They probably didn't know what they were looking for, so they took all my babies. I am putting GPS in those from here on out. And there it is. I am getting locked out. Well, time to ditch this popsicle stand. I need to talk to Momo.

-Momo & Mei-

Momo made the tactical decision to let slip to a school gossip that she was on a date this past weekend with her boyfriend. She figured it would at least keep the unwanted advances from boys, and she could tolerate the girls trying to figure out who her boyfriend was. When she got home, she was surprised to see Mei outside the gates of her home waiting for her.

"Mei, what are you doing here?"

"I came to get all the info on lover boy."

Momo knew something was up. Mei knew everything already. She giggled and held Mei's hands, "come up to my room so I can tell you everything."

Mei did just that; when she entered, she held her finger up to her mouth as she closed the door. She walked over and pressed play on the stereo. An old song by Queen filled the room. She walked over and pulled Momo to the bed. Once, they were sitting next to each other. Mei spoke.

"The black van is feeding information to I-Island."

"David?"

"I think so, but someone let me see more than I thought I would; we may have an ally. It was the energy reading that triggered something. The ash has something to do with what they call a Cosmic Entity. I did some digging at the library and found nothing."

"Melissa needs to get out of there."

"I agree. But how?"

"Maybe she can use the excuse of training for U.A.?"

"Support course, whatever she is developing for her test, she has all she needs at I-Island. No way her dad lets her go."

"We need to warn her."

"We will have to work on something."

"Any evidence that my father is involved somehow?"

"Nothing I saw, but I didn't see everything."

"So, what now?"

"I say we tip off your fathers' security. If they do nothing, then we know your dad is working with them. If he goes all dad mode, then they are not. I am sure it would benefit your peace of mind."

"It would."

"So, arranged marriage meetings?"

"Oh, my goodness. I am surprised he did not run screaming at once."

"Girl, I have seen you in a bikini; there is no way he would run."

"Mei, every time I am with him, just…" Momo sighed. "I can't explain it; this spark of fire happens every time I am near him or when we touch. And when we kiss…"

"Honesty, Momo, I don't have any real-world advice to give you about things like this. But my mom said that if you ever meet someone who lights a fire inside, you never let them go. Sometimes you know immediately."

"What if it is just hormones?"

"It very well could be, but what if it's more than that? I want to meet someone who sparks my mind, like when I am inventing something. If someone could enflame me like that, I wouldn't care if it was one week or month; I wouldn't let them go. If faced with the choice of being with them or inventing a new baby, they win. Then that's all I would need to know. Is there anything you want more than to be with or near him?"

"No, nothing."

"In my opinion, you have your answer."

-Izuku-

The morning came at the cost of pleasant dreams and Jean dumping him out of bed when he tried to sleep in. He got ready for his day; he did his workout, i.e., cleaning up the beach. He then went home and got ready to go job hunting.

Jean told him he could apply at a Butler/Maid café if he really wanted money. He considered it but decided against it. A server job, though, would be ok. He could always hit the café and maybe a bar at night. He couldn't serve alcohol, but he was eligible to be a barback; all he would need was a signed parental slip, which he could forge. He knew he could do construction with his enhanced strength from Cosmic energy, but that might cause many questions.

He did not need to sleep and opened up the possibilities. You might as well take advantage of them. I can always say I need Sundays off. He decided that while he wouldn't do a butler café, he would do one popular with girls to increase his chances of creating regular customers. As he walked him, Jean continued their therapy session much like any other day. He entered The Enchanted Forrest Café did his best to impress the manager/owner. He was also honest in telling him that he was planning to go to U.A; his parents were pretty much going to disown him then. If he were accepted into U.A., then he would have to quit.

"So what you're saying is that you want to work as much as possible till you leave and become a top hero?" the manager said, he had this ephemeral quality to him.

"That is correct, sir."

"Works for me."

"Wait, it does? Of course, you are a good-looking young man, smart since you graduated. I should be able to do this job with no problem. And if you go famous, say a kind word about my café my way."

Izuku chuckled. "Deal"

They shook on it before he headed off towards the neon district. That was a much harder sell. Most places told him no before he could even get very far. It was when he found a little bar called Oddities that he was given a chance. The bar was owned by a tall woman with a mutation quirk, she had dark black skin and red eyes, with two horns resembling a ram's horns, but they were pure white with red tips. She just looked him up and down. I told him to come back tonight. He starts at 10 pm – 5 am; if he is late, he is fired. If he insults the customers, he is fired. He bowed and left. Seven hours of job hunting and mission accomplished.

It all worked out mostly; the café closed at eight, they would be out at 9, and he could head to the bar by 10. It was a lot of work, but he didn't notice it too much; his body was beyond strong enough; sometimes, he did skip the morning workout to sleep, but it wasn't necessary most days.

Thankfully, he could get Sundays off from both places as the bar was closed that night, and the café worked him to the bone the other six days. He found out that many people would call off from the café. So, they always need coverage. The bar catered to Mutants quirks; the customers seemed nice. He worked primarily with Kara Ashido. She was a very energetic woman with dark pink skin and eyes that were completely white with yellow pupils. It was great once she and the other co-workers could figure out he was a hard worker and didn't discriminate against those with mutation quirks; they welcomed him with open arms.

-Sunday = Momo's Day-

Every Sunday was Momo's Day. They would spend as much time as they could that day. They would talk every night and text. She was very understanding and concerned that he was working so much, but she understood. She didn't even get mad when he couldn't text right away. But he would always text her goodnight. They went to the movies, window shopping, and walks. It would always degenerate into them finding a place out of the way and giving into the passion built up over the day and week they had last seen each other.

It was hard for them to keep their hands off each other. Their parting would leave them both breathless and with aches that would need to be cared for alone. As they approached the three-month mark, he was able to buy some nicer clothes when he told Momo he was ready to meet her parents. Momo had tried to argue for lunch, but it would be dinner. The excellent news for Momo was that her father did not appear involved with I-Island. She came home one afternoon to find security completely sweeping the house.

-Meet the parents-

Momo had sent a car for him, which he was grateful for. The driver was silent during the trip. Luckily Izuku had Jean with him so he could keep his nerves in check. Jean gave him advice and counsel but told him she would leave when they arrived. This was another one of his tasks, and like before, she promised to step in if needed. It assured him.

The car pulled up to home; Holy cow, what did I expect from the Yaoyorozu corporation?

His door opened. He thanked the driver and made his way up the steps with a bouquet for her mother and a necklace for his girlfriend. The door opened for him, the butler gestured for him to follow, and he was led to the foyer, where he was instructed to wait. He mentally inspected his outfit, tailored black suit, dark green shirt with matching pocket square, black tie with matching tie pin (gift from Momo) along with matching cufflinks (Momo's doing as well); his hair was pulled back and braided in a single braid and lastly his gold watch. They left him waiting a minute before doors opened at the end of the room, and her parents entered.

Momo's father wore a black suit, red shirt, and tie. Her mother was in a lovely red dress. He could see that Momo inherited her looks from both her parents. If it was true that if you looked at a girl's mother to see what she would look like in the future, then his future looked promising.

"Welcome to our home Mr. Midoriya."

"Thank you for having me," he said with a practiced bow. "These are for you, madam," he extended the flowers.

"Thank you, Mr. Midoriya." She gracefully took the flowers and gave him a slight bow in acknowledgment.

He saw them look to the staircase; he followed their gaze and was stunned into silence. Momo stood at the top of the stairs in a stunning dark green dress that matched his shirt, adorned with simple gold bracelets, emerald earrings, and a necklace. Her hair was down with gorgeous curls that framed her face. She seemed to float down the stairs. Izuku, for a moment, forgot her parents were there as he drank her in. As she reached the bottom of the stairs, he crossed over to her, extended his hand, and bowed. He felt the electricity as she rested her hand lightly on his; as he raised his head, she gave him a shy smile. He whispered, "Breathtaking." He escorted her to her parents.

"Mother, Father, may I introduce Izuku Midoriya, my boyfriend."

Her father inclined his head. "Dinner will be ready soon. Why don't you give him a tour of the downstairs."

"With your permission, Father."

He nodded and led his wife back through the doors they came. He was leaving two of them alone.

"You look so beautiful, Momo."

She smiled. "You look rather handsome yourself, Izuku."

He leaned over and kissed her lightly on the cheek, not wanting to disturb her makeup.

She blushed lightly, "Let us start with the library."

She led him to the impressive estate as he marveled at the library. His attention drifted from the books to Momo; she smiled, telling him about some of her favorite books. He felt a little intimidated by his surroundings. He knew she was rich, but the apparent differences were smacking him in the face. He would be at a complete loss if it weren't for all his training with Jean in the white room. He was filled with a moment of doubt till he remembered the most important thing. She wanted to be with him. She could be with someone with money. But she wanted him.

"This is all amazing, Momo, nothing compared to you, but amazing nonetheless."

Her smile dazzled him. She grabbed his hand and led him deeper into the library. She wrapped her arms gently around his neck and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips. He smiled. "Lord, I want to muss your makeup so badly." He reached into his pocket and handed her the jewelry box.

"Izuku, what is this?" she asked, a welcoming smile and a twinkle in her eyes that just called to him.

"A gift, you got me the tie pin and cufflinks. Also, it is our three-month anniversary, so I wanted to return the favor."

She smiled and opened the box; it was a gold necklace shaped like a heart with diamonds in the center and a gold chain. "Izuku, I love it. Put it on for me, please." She turned, lifting her hair.

He removed it from the box, gently reached around, and placed it around her neck; she gave a slight shudder as his hand grazed the skin. Securing the clasp as he did, he leaned down and put a sweet kiss on her neck. She couldn't stop it; a moan escaped her lips; before she could even say anything, he kissed down her neckline to her shoulder. The kisses were gentle and warm, she moaned again, telling him "more."

She reached back her arm, cupping it around his head, pulling her deeper into the crook of her neck. He opened his mouth and lightly grazed her neck with his teeth. She shuddered again and moaned. "Izuku." His hands dipped to her sides, wrapping around her waist. His breath was getting hotter. The desire to indulge each other was building rapidly. A sound of a gong rang out, pulling them back to reality.

She turned to him; she could see the arousal in his eyes; she was sure he could see it in hers. "Promise you will do that again soon."

"As you wish."

They both took moments to steady their breathing before Momo led him to the dining room.

-Dinner-

The table was large but not exceptionally so. Izuku surmised that they were probably a few different ones in the home. He and Momo sat across from her parents.

"Wine," her father asked.

He noticed that Momo had a wine glass as well. "Yes, please"

He raised an eyebrow, and the butler poured Mr. Yaoyorozu and Izuku a sample. Her father looked to Izuku; this guy was trying to mess with me. He is trying to show me that I don't belong in his world. Well, my dear sir, you usually could fluster me, but thankfully Warren wouldn't shut up about wine and how to describe it. Izuku thought.

Why are you doing this, Father? Momo silently asked.

Izuku swirled the wine and followed the proper motions, smell, clarity, and taste. "As I am quite the novice in the ways of wine, all I can say, sir, is that it is rather lovely red, great clarity, full body with a lovely finish."

Mr. Yaoyorozu followed suit. "Nice description Mr. Midoriya." He nodded to the butler, and all four glasses were poured. Momo gave a slight smile. The dance had begun.

It was a full ten-course meal; Izuku sent a silent thank you to Warren for etiquette training. It all started simply, her father asking how they met, her mother asking her daughter about her new necklace. Her father questioned if his daughter's beauty was what first caught his attention. Izuku told him it was her eyes that caught his attention, how he knew he had to ask her to lunch that if he had not, he would have regretted it for the rest of his life.

Her parents were a well-oiled machine; they would ask him questions probing, looking for holes and openings. They would weave questions with him and their daughter, looking to trip him up. They tested him with the foods they ate, a mixture of cuisines worldwide. They asked him questions to test his intelligence.

He would have been dead meat without all the knowledge that Jean had shoved into his head. He found answers to things he needed to learn were there, quotes and sayings from the time all but forgotten. Momo was dancing with him, heading off topics, steering questions; it was an elaborate waltz—a hero duo battles against a more experienced duo. Izuku and Momo took some hits, but nothing devastating as they awaited the desert; the banter changed.

"I am sure Momo has told you that we would like her to meet with some suiters; we arranged this when she told us of you." Her father said, staring directly at Izuku.

"That is completely Momo's decision. I will not sit here and tell you that it would not cause me pain, especially if I felt she was doing it because I had failed her somehow. But if it appeases you, I would support her in any way she asked."

"And if she told you, she found a better match." He added.

"Father!" Momo exclaimed. He gave her a look silencing her.

"If that was the case and she told me so, though it would break me in some ways, I would allow her to follow her heart. If she told me that she had met someone who moved her more strongly than she had expressed, I would want to meet this force of nature. I am sure I would understand instantly once I met this phenomenon."

"What if we locked her away and told you never to come again?" her mother asked.

"You have a very lovely home. I would hate to have to tear it apart to bring her into my arms once again." Izuku said. Momo felt her heartbeat quicken, the way he answered, with no hesitation. A strong, firm voice; she knew it that moment she was in love. She wanted to give everything to him.

"Do you think you could do such a thing?" Her mother questioned.

"Of course not, but it doesn't mean I would break myself upon the walls till I drew breath no more," Izuku responded, making sure to keep his tone strong but showing a hint of humility to avoid offending them.

"What if I was to offer 100 Million yen to leave now?" her father asked.

Anger flared in the young couple's eyes. "Mr. Yaoyorozu, you could offer me your entire family fortune ten times over, and it would not be enough," Izuku responded keeping his anger in check

Momo glared at her father, the question had offended her.

"Are you sure that would be quite a bit of money?" her father said.

"Sir, with all due respect. Money does not concern me in that fashion. I understand the necessity of money, but it does not consume me. I have lived without it for most of my life. As long as Momo was by my side, my life would be rich in love, laughter, and joy. Money cannot buy true happiness, it can provide you the trappings to delude yourself for a while, but eventually, it will find you in the darkness when you fall asleep."

"You could take all your money from me, disinherit me. With Izuku by my side, you could watch us rise and change the world." Momo fired back at her father. She reached under the table, grabbing his hand, the warmth spread between them but it was different than usual it was reassuring, calming to a degree.

"Excellent," her mother exclaimed. "Well spoken, you two. We will retire now and allow you two to enjoy dessert."

Her father rose. "I cannot say I approve of you, Izuku; you have much to prove. But you are willing to fight for my daughter, and I would dare say you would fight a raging storm, which counts in our book. Enjoy the rest of the evening."

"The theater room is set up, Momo, and a guest room." Her mother said as they rose and left the room.

Izuku looked over to Momo. "Victory," he said, giving her two weak peace signs.

Momo laughed. "We won this battle, at least. She looked down before looking up through her eyelashes at him. Would you like to spend the night, Izuku?"

-Theater Room- *Warning Smut Incoming*

Izuku undid his tie and a few buttons on his shirt, setting it on the back of a chair as he waited for Momo. She returned, having changed out of her dress to a pair of silk pajamas. They snuggle deeply into a large deep sofa; the movie started, though neither could have told you what it was had you asked.

She snuggled against him with her back against his chest. He looked down and saw her neck. He noticed she was tilting her head, exposing it more. He took the invite. He began to kiss her neck, and she moaned immediately; grabbing his head like before, she scooted onto his lap, leaning back and giving him more access. He could see down the front of her shirt; he saw no bra. As she was pressed against him, she could feel him getting more aroused, it emboldened her causing her to push back some. His hands found their way around her waist, nibbling more on her neck.

"Izuku, please don't stop." She moaned.

His hands slid up to her breasts; as he lightly slid them over her ample chest, he could feel her nipples erect against the thin fabric. He started to fondle them gently. Her moans got louder as she could feel him straining against his pants. She could feel herself getting wetter by the moment she started to grind against him harder. He directed his attention to one of her nipples, giving it a testing pinch. Her eyes widened, and she turned to straddle him. "Sorry, Momo I" he stammered.

He didn't finish his sentence; she dived into a fiery kiss, their mouths parted, their tongues liberally exploring the mouth of the other. His hands found the firm ass she just moaned into his mouth. They were grinding against each other he could feel her wetness; she broke for air and pulled back; he brought her hand to the top he grabbed and pulled, popping the buttons to send them flying around the room. He caught one of her breasts in his mouth. She pulled his head in deeper, wrapped her arms around him, and started to moan/call his name. He laid her down on the couch, switching to her other breast. He returned to her, kissing and sucking on her neck as his hand trailed down her stomach. He stopped at her waistband. "Don't stop."

He slipped his hand into the waistband, slowly reaching her crotch, passed a small batch of hair, and trailed his hand across her wet slit. She gasped and raised her hips, turning to kiss him as he explored her sex with his hand. As he gently touched her clitoris, she moved her hands over his belt, unfastening it with a quickness that surprised them both. She undid his pants and freed his aching cock; she timidly and gently began to stroke it. Taking his moans as signs that she was doing it right. He slid a finger inside of her, and she exploded. She bit into his shoulder as she orgasmed. She freed herself and began to tug down his pants. She got an eyeful of his member. He looked down at her as she leaned down and kissed it. He moaned. "You don't have to, Momo, if you don't want to."

"It's a good thing I do then." She responded looking up at him through her eyelashes.

She was off the side as she lightly kissed his cock, giving it a long lick along the length; he shuddered and moaned. She did that a few more times before wrapping her lips around his throbbing head. He tugged at her pants. She stopped as she stood, and he hooked his finger into her wait band and pulled down her pants and panties. He just stopped and gazed at this nude goddess in front of him. He slipped out his shirt as quickly as he could. As he threw it off, she knelt and took his cock back into her mouth. He grabbed her hips and pulled her sex to his face. "Izuku, what?"

Her words stopped, and his tongue immediately found her clit. She moaned and ground against his face momentarily before she fell forward and took his cock in her mouth. She did her best, taking him as deep as she could. He listened to her body as best he could as his tongue dived in and out of her pussy. He listened for moans or when she tensed—finding what she liked.

"Momo, I'm about to cum" He managed to moan out before returning to lap up her nectar. She took him as deep as she could as she felt him explode. She swallowed as much as she could; the sensation was new to her, and it took a moment for her to find the rhythm. He paused for a moment as he came. She could feel herself getting close as his orgasm subsided. She sat up, and his tongue dived deep into her. She was moaning and grinding against her face as she came. She turned around and kissed him deeply. She could taste herself on his lips and vice versa.

"Izuku, I want you so bad. Would you hate me if we stopped? But I want our first time to be special."

Izuku caught his breath. He was hard again; he wanted to ravage this goddess. But he also understood that as much as he wanted to bury himself in her, he wanted it to be in place so they could just let go. "I want you so bad as well. But I understand I want that too. We can stop."

He pulled her down to lay next to him, their naked bodies pressed against each other. They lay like that for a few hours kissing and touching each other, tracing their hands over each other's bodies. Before she stood up, giving Izuku another great view of her body backlighted by the movie screen. "I should go to my room now. And you should put on some pants." She slipped on her pajama bottoms, and her top holding it closed. She pressed her panties into his hand. "For you." She leaned down and kissed him passionately. "I love you, Izuku."

"I love you too, Momo." She kissed him again. Then danced away and softly ran out of the room.

He lay there in the darkness for a few moments before he put on his pants, slipping her underwear into his pocket. He did not need to sleep; he reached out telepathically and brushed her mind. He could hear her mental debate about whether to run back downstairs and jump him or go to her room. He felt her steel herself and go to her room. He pulled his mind back before getting up and going to the guest bedroom that was prepared for him. On the first floor, he noticed it was far from Momo's. He slipped into the bed, leaving his pants hanging over the chair, sleeping in his underwear.

Soft lips awoke him, very familiar lips. He opened his eyes and was greeted by Momo standing over him in her school uniform. "I just wanted to say goodbye. I am sure you have work, and I have school."

"Have a good day," he kissed her again. "I love you."

She smiled. "I love you also, Izuku."