My Hero Shouto (And No One Else's)? Sorry, author but Momo Yaoyorozu here. My white-haired prince never receives the lots and lots and lots of love from his beautiful, wholesome wife. It's my turn! Time for a Momo takeover! Izuku needs a break every now and again anyway. Now a canon!

Ladies and gentleman...a random spinoff...I guess!

It was a Friday afternoon at UA High School. Vice president of class 1-A, Momo Yaoyorozu, was sitting at the library. On the surface, she was supposed to assist Mina Ashido with her homework assignment. She was also had to study for Kayama-sensei's upcoming exam. She sighed as she leaned on the tabletop, completely ignoring any of her assignments. Next to her books was her paper fortune teller or cootie catcher. She took the piece of paper, opening it to each and every opening, each saying the same thing.

Shouto.

Who are you going to marry? Shouto.

Who is going to be the mother of your kits? Shouto.

Who do you plan to lose your virginity to? Shouto.

Who do you want to kiss? Shouto.

If you are willing to stab a bitch for someone, who would it be? Shouto.

Shouto or your mother? Shouto.

As Mina lied face down on the table, drooling on her notebook, she turned to the window to see her beloved white-haired prince playing soccer with his friends. Momo wanted to melt as she envied the ball, his clothes, his well-being for the sweat belonged to her. Le sigh! Look at my precious Shouto. God, you don't know how much you make my loins wet for your sopping, throbbing member of yours inside of me. It is like you want me to rape you with those lovable eyes, those kissable lips, those washboard abs of you. "I wonder what Shouto would look like in a bikini," said Momo to herself as she blew a kiss to the boy who couldn't see her. Yet!

Her heart-shaped pupils were coming to a close when she saw a certain foreign, blonde, American skank cradling her arms around her man. Momo loathed the American bitch that decided to spend her study aboard at this school. Momo gripped the table. If one were to pay attention, minuscule cracks were forming. That malnourished, pasty geek. That blonde, foreign Nagasaki-destroying, Iwo Jima takeover son of a bitch! The nerve to get her greasy fingers around my man. Want to make him fat too like the other Americans? I shall kill this bitch. We have done Pearl Harbor and please believe that I will kamikaze your ass in a heartbeat, baby. Test me with my God damn man, you sickening whore!

"Momo, are you okay?"

Momo returned to normalcy when seeing the concerned look on Mina. The pinkette scratched under her arm as she saw the strained face of Momo. "You look like a baby trying to go poopy!"

Momo regained her composure. "Okay! Just frustrated about this damn assignment." She narrowed her eyebrows. "An assignment that would require your participation." She didn't want to use her best friend as a scapegoat but she needed something to vent since she was unable to get to Melissa Shield. Yet!

"Jesus," groaned Mina. "I am sorry, Moes. I couldn't get much sleep last night. And you didn't make it easier."

What Mina was referring to last night was Momo spend part of the evening writing in her journal. Shouto Memo was the journal as she documented each and everything Shouto did on a regular basis.

4:34:04 PM November 12: Shouto stopped by the trash can and put a piece of gum in the trash. My prince left physical evidence of my affection. He must have been thinking of me. Of course, I took the gum. I am chewing on it right now, tasting the juices that were in my beloved's mouth.

6:05:43 PM November 12: I spied on Shouto as I am writing this in the air vents. I am a bit concerned about him as he began to spend his evenings alone. It wasn't until I found out that he has been jerking off to pornography! I am detested. Not because my beloved is jerking off. I wouldn't mind being the thought and center of his carnal pleasure. But he was jerking off to foreign, big-breasted sluts. Women that weren't me. What's wrong with me. Why can I be the one to receive a pearl necklace. Why can I be his wet dream?

9:34:23 PM November 12: After taking a brief shower and scoffing at Katsuki for accusing him of taking his boxers (I did it, sweetheart. Just for observing. I won't be sniffing, licking, touching or getting off to it!), he went to Izuku's dorm. I like Izuku. He is sweet but not like my Shouto. They were talking about girls and their type. It was obvious that Midoriya likes the brunette skank. And Shouto didn't get a chance to answer because that dumb bastard, Katsuki, stormed in wanting a rematch. Although, it was pleasure hearing Katsuki singing soprano for the first time.

"Sorry," said Momo as she bowed apologetically. "Vice president reports and completing assignments. You know how busy it gets."

Mina nodded. "Therefore, don't get mad at me for it."

Momo wasn't going to argue further for the pinkette was the least of her concern. Her concern was the interloper outside.

She told herself that she wasn't going to start another scene. She was a Yaoyorozu, a woman of prestige. Her mother works as the president of a well-known pharmaceutical company. She was a woman of status and regard. And that means she would be damned for a commoner like Melissa to take away something that was rightfully hers.

Later that evening….

After spending parts of the evening in the girls' restroom getting off to Shouto's scent, she decided to make her way towards Shouto's dorm. She knew around this time, Shouto would be spending the evening to himself. Just for this occasion, she was wearing a tight white t-shirt and shorts that stopped to nearly her hips. The time alone consuming his boxers was enough to make it in her mind to pursue Shouto.

My fair white-haired prince is going to get conquer tonight.

When approaching the hallway to Shouto's dorm, her glowing eyes turned pale when seeing the same interloping bitch exiting out of his room.

"Thanks," replied Melissa as she was turning red.

"Don't mention it, Melissa. I had a good time," said Shouto as he rubbed the back of his head.

"Anytime you need to let one loose, give me a call."

Momo felt her world shattered when she saw Melissa kiss Shouto on the cheek. You little bitch! She punched a hole in a wall. It was a silent punch but one should know the wrath of a woman as she hid behind the corner as she saw Melissa taking the opposite way out of the hallway.

Meanwhile….

Shouto closed the door as he pondered on his plans for the rest of the evening. He had considered calling his friends over so they can play Overwatch. However, he knew that Katsuki was spending the weekend at home as his mother tended to him. At least the doctor told him that his ball would descend out again before Christmas.

If they weren't able to come over, he thought about watching a movie. He wasn't in the mood to jerk off as he wanted his room to air out from the previous session. Especially when he didn't expect Melissa to suddenly pop up. Not like there weren't any regrets.

As he still thought on what he can do for the evening, he had heard a knock on his door. Thinking it might be Tenya or Izuku or probably Minoru wanting to borrow Aki Sora again, he went to the door.

Upon opening the door, he was quite surprised when he saw that it was Momo. He became surprised with the attire she was sporting, which was atypical of the class president. Her t-shirt was tied into a knot, exposing her stomach and bellybutton. Her shorts were partially showing her black panties.

Then, his eyes were on the black-haired teen.

"Yaoyorozu! Momo! How are you this evening," he questioned nervously.

Momo came toward Shouto. She took hold of his cheeks, caressing them. He blushed in the process. "This is what I am here for?" Momo pressed her lips toward Shouto. Shouto groaned as he was surprised by Momo's assertiveness. She pried open his mouth where he tasted her tongue. She kept her eyes closed as she wrapped her arms around her beloved prince.

Suddenly, Shouto felt something entering his mouth. Momo continued kissing, massaging his throat which made him swallow.

"Momo," he muffled incoherently but it went unheard. Momo used her hand to where she pinched a nerve at his neck.

Shouto dropped but was held by Momo. Momo displayed her heart-shaped eyes as she cradled her beloved Shouto.

"Don't worry, sweetie. I glad you didn't struggle." She kissed his forehead. "I love you, Shouto. I love you so much."

Sometime later….

His brain was going through a whirlpool. His mind was drifting from one thought to the next. He was nauseated. Never in his life has he been placed in that position. Granted in the past, he had faced bullying. But never to the extent on how he was feeling.

Water, water. He thought to himself. He was parched for water. He wanted something to alleviate his throbbing headache; the sickness. He needed something cool and soothing. He was feeling hot. Unsure it was the syringe or the environment. Something in his brain was alerting him to open his eyes.

Listening to his brain, he quickly opened his eyes. As his senses started returning, he saw his surroundings. It was a very well-lit room. Made from quarry rock, the walls were thick like a medieval castle. It had a warren of small rooms with only one way in or out. Close to the low ceiling, just under the rotting beams that suspend the floor above were windows. They were long and skinny, mostly covered in soil that lightened the darkness.

"Oh my God," he groaned. "Where am I? Where am I?"

Shouto tried to move. Restraints. Belt and ropes tied on each wrist and each bed. Judging by the plushness below him, he was on a mattress.

"Oh, darling! You are finally awake!" The black-haired, silver-tongued girl made her appearance from behind him and then in front of him. Momo was sporting a black negligee. The negligee could barely contain her large breast. From his position, he can smell a musk coming from her.

"Momo?"

"What's the matter? Is it my hair? I did drop the ponytail."

"No, I mean what are you doing? Where am I?"

Momo giggled. "Our love nest, dear. A place where we are going to make lots and lots and lots of love." She then pulled out some pills from her bra.

"What are those," cried Shouto.

"Insurance! Don't need cold feet, sweetie." She said as she swallowed the pills. "I hope our daughter has your eyes, Shouto sweetie."

"What do you mean?"

She tapped her chin. "What do I mean? Hmm." She walked toward him. Using her knives, she shredded his clothes in half, leaving him naked in the most important areas. "That's what I mean, sweetie." She rubbed herself around her pussy. "My juices are frothing. I can't wait to devour that cock of yours."

"Momo, please. You're not?"

"That's right, baby." She blew a kiss to him. "I am going to rape you."

To be continued….