Bit more fun on this chapter. Been combining chapters and trying out different AI to see where I land. But there is more where this came from. And I just like writing this sort of stuff out.

The battle was over, and Momo was finally beginning to relax after the intense day. She'd managed to fend off most of the teasing, and she was hoping—just hoping—that maybe, just maybe, everyone would drop it.

She should've known better.

It started innocently enough. She was heading toward the common room when Jiro called out.

"Hey, Momo! Got a sec?"

Momo, oblivious to the trap she was walking into, smiled. "Of course!"

As soon as she stepped in, the door shut behind her.

And there they were.

Ochako, Mina, Jiro, Toru, Hagakure, and—of course—Camie.

Momo blinked. "…What's going on?"

Mina grinned like a cat who'd just cornered a mouse. "We need to talk."

Momo's heart skipped. "Talk… about what?"

Jiro crossed her arms, smirking. "Oh, you know. Just a little something about you and a certain dual-colored hero."

Momo's face immediately heated. "Wh-what?! There's nothing going on!"

Ochako raised an eyebrow. "Uh-huh."

Camie, lounging lazily on the couch, chuckled. "Girl, you're glowing more than my quirks after a massage."

Momo spluttered. "I—! That's not—!"

Toru giggled. "Come on, Momo. You and Todoroki were totally in sync during that match. And you can't tell me you didn't feel something when he sealed the win."

Momo buried her face in her hands. "It was a strategy!"

Jiro leaned in, her voice teasing but warm. "A strategy, huh? So, what's your plan for when he asks you out?"

Mina clapped her hands, practically vibrating with excitement. "Or better yet—what's your plan to ask him out?"

Momo was ready to sink into the floor.

Before she could protest again, Ochako suddenly glanced at Camie, frowning slightly. "Wait a sec. Why is she here for this? This is Class 1-A business."

Mina didn't miss a beat, throwing an arm around Camie's shoulder. "Pfft, what are you talking about? Camie's basically part of the class now. She's in!"

Camie grinned, blowing a bubble with her gum. "I vibe, y'know?"

Momo, desperate to change the subject, latched onto that. "W-what does that even mean?!"

Mina winked. "Means we've all noticed how you vibe with Todoroki."

Momo let out a long, suffering groan.

This was never going to end.

Momo had barely regained her composure when Jiro leaned forward, her smirk softening into something more thoughtful.

"Okay, jokes aside, Momo," she said, her tone gentle but serious. "You and Todoroki really do get along well. It's not just about being good teammates."

Momo sighed, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "We work well together. That's all."

Ochako gave her a knowing look but didn't push further. She wasn't about to bring up anything with her and Izuku—that was its own complicated mess. Instead, she just said, "You trust each other in a way that feels different."

Before Momo could formulate another defense, Camie piped up from her relaxed position on the couch, a sly grin on her face.

"Y'know," she started lazily, "Todoroki's the type to do his own thing. Doesn't care much what anyone else thinks."

Momo blinked, glancing at Camie. "I suppose so, but—"

Camie held up a finger, stopping her mid-sentence. "But you? You make him listen. That's not nothing, babe."

Momo's heart skipped, but before she could even process Camie's words, Mina jumped in with her trademark grin.

"Right? Like, I can barely get Bakugo to not explode at people, but you—you handle Todoroki like it's no big deal!"

Camie laughed, tossing her hair over her shoulder. "Girl, I can handle Katsuki just fine."

Mina's eyes sparkled mischievously. "You should try calling him Kacchan sometime. See if he melts or blows up."

Camie's grin widened. "Mmm, maybe later."

The girls burst into laughter, but Momo wasn't laughing.

Her mind was racing.

'I make him listen.'

It was true. Shoto, who was usually so reserved, always seemed to lean into her ideas, trust her judgment, and seek her out in ways he didn't with others.

And it wasn't just about battles.

It was in the quiet moments, too.

Momo felt her chest tighten slightly, the realization settling in.

They weren't just good teammates.

They were something more.

And maybe… that wasn't a bad thing.

The laughter from Camie's teasing had barely died down when Jiro leaned forward again, this time her expression more serious.

"Okay, real talk now," she said, folding her arms. "We've been dancing around it, but let's just say it straight."

Momo, still recovering from the earlier teasing, frowned slightly. "Say what?"

Ochako exchanged a glance with Mina before speaking softly. "Intelli. She's not going to stop."

Momo's expression immediately hardened. "She already knows where Shoto stands. He told her he's not interested."

"Yeah, but a girl like her?" Mina added, her voice tinged with frustration. "She's not the type to take no for an answer."

Toru nodded. "Seriously, she's been throwing herself at him since day one. You think she's gonna just walk away because he said no?"

Camie, twirling a strand of her hair thoughtfully, chimed in, her tone more serious now. "Yeah, Momo, girls like her? They don't just back off. They'll find ways to make him interested."

Momo's jaw tightened. "Shoto isn't that easily manipulated."

"No one's saying he is," Jiro countered. "But even if he's not interested, she's going to make it uncomfortable. And you know it."

The room went quiet for a moment.

Then, Ochako asked the question that hung heavy in the air.

"Are you really fine with your crush being stolen from under your nose?"

Momo's breath caught.

"I—" She faltered, trying to find the right words, but nothing came out.

Because the truth?

She wasn't fine with it.

Not at all.

The girls saw it in her eyes, even if she couldn't say it out loud.

And for the first time, Momo realized she wasn't just frustrated with Saiko—

She was scared.

Scared of losing something she hadn't even fully admitted she wanted yet.

But now?

Now she couldn't ignore it.

Momo stared at the girls, her heart pounding. She hated feeling this out of control.

"What am I supposed to do?" she finally asked, her voice a mix of frustration and confusion. "Do I just… throw myself at him like Intelli's doing? That's not me. And Shoto would reject me just the same."

For a moment, the room went quiet as the girls exchanged looks.

Then Mina leaned forward, her grin mischievous but her eyes kind.

"No one's saying you gotta throw yourself at him," she said. "But you can't just sit back and hope Intelli gives up either."

Jiro nodded. "Yeah. Shoto's not the type to respond to someone being all over him. You don't have to force anything."

Ochako smiled softly. "Just… be real with him. You don't need to do what Intelli's doing. You're already different."

Camie, ever laid-back but sharp, added, "You don't need to throw yourself at him, babe. Just get close in the way you do. Make it impossible for him to imagine anyone else being there."

Momo blinked, processing their words.

Toru chimed in with a giggle. "Basically, just be yourself. But maybe let him see the side of you that we all see."

Mina leaned back, crossing her arms with a satisfied grin. "You've already got his attention. You just don't realize it yet."

Momo sat there, feeling the weight of their words settle in.

Maybe they were right.

Maybe she didn't need to be like Saiko.

She just needed to be Momo.

She had barely left the common room when Mina clapped her hands together, turning to the rest of the girls with a scheming grin.

"Alright, ladies, we need backup."

Jiro raised an eyebrow. "You mean, we need to get the guys involved?"

Ochako nodded. "It makes sense. Shoto's… well, he's Shoto. If anyone knows how to get through to him, it's gonna be the guys he actually listens to."

Toru bounced excitedly. "Ooooh, do we get to set up a plan? This feels like a covert operation!"

Camie smirked, stretching her arms. "Babe, if we're gonna do this, we gotta go big."

Mina put a hand on her hip. "Okay, so let's think. Who do we need?"

Jiro thought for a second. "Midoriya, for sure. He's the closest one to Todoroki."

Ochako nodded. "Yeah, and he actually pays attention to social stuff now."

Toru added, "Iida too! He'll overanalyze everything, but at least we'll get solid insight."

Camie tilted her head. "And maybe Kirishima? He's got the whole 'manly bond' thing with Todoroki."

Mina tapped her chin. "Ohhh, and… dare I say it… Bakugo?"

The group went silent.

Ochako blinked. "I mean… he probably sees more than he lets on…"

Jiro grimaced. "You just wanna see him suffer, don't you?"

Mina smirked. "Partially. But also because he respects Momo, and he'll be blunt enough to tell Todoroki what's up if we get him in the right mood."

Camie grinned. "Ooooh, spicy."

Mina clapped her hands. "Alright. Mission 'Make Todoroki Realize Momo is His Future' is a go."

Ochako groaned. "Please tell me we're not calling it that."

Toru giggled. "Too late! It's official now!"

And just like that, the girls were bringing in the boys.

Because making Shoto Todoroki turn around and actually face his own feelings?

That was a tall order.

But they weren't backing down.

Because at the end of the day?

Momo made him breathe.

And they were going to make sure he saw it.

Scene skip

The boys of Class 1-A were enjoying a rare moment of peace in the common room when their tranquility was rudely interrupted.

Mina burst in first, flanked by Jiro, Ochako, and Camie.

"Alright, gentlemen, we need your help!" Mina declared dramatically, hands on her hips.

Izuku, who had been quietly jotting notes, froze mid-sentence in his notebook. "Uh… what?"

Kirishima, sitting beside Bakugo on the couch, blinked in confusion. "Help with what?"

Jiro crossed her arms. "Todoroki."

Bakugo immediately scowled. "Tch. What about him?"

Mina pointed straight at Izuku, Tenya, and Kirishima. "You three are gonna help us make him realize that he and Momo are, like, the most obvious couple in history."

Silence.

Then—

"WHAT?!"

Izuku's face turned red immediately. "W-wait! You can't just interfere in something like that! It's their choice!"

Tenya adjusted his glasses with a firm nod. "Midoriya is right. The matters of the heart should not be forced by external interference! It is improper to manipulate someone into a relationship they have not chosen for themselves."

Jiro groaned. "No one's manipulating anything, Iida. We're just giving him a nudge."

Kirishima, rubbing the back of his head, chuckled. "I mean, I kinda get where they're coming from. You guys are talking like we should force him into realizing his feelings."

Mina rolled her eyes. "Okay, fine. Let me put it in a way you'll all care about."

She gestured dramatically. "Would you rather have that we help Todoroki figure things out with Momo, or would you like to see Saiko Intelli hanging around the dorms more? Acting like she already owns him?"

Silence.

Izuku and Iida both paled.

Kirishima, who had been somewhat neutral before, grimaced. "Oof. That's a good point."

Bakugo scowled deeper. "Like hell I'm dealing with that tea-drinking pain in the ass every day."

Ochako crossed her arms, pressing the argument. "This isn't just about Todoroki and Momo. If Saiko gets her claws in him, she's going to disrupt the whole class dynamic. You think she's gonna stop at just him?"

Jiro nodded. "She'll be all over everything we do. We've finally got a solid balance in our class, and she will wreck it."

Izuku frowned deeply, already thinking about the team dynamics that would be thrown off.

Tenya exhaled. "That… would be a problem."

Mina smirked, sensing them starting to fold. "Sooo… you in?"

Izuku sighed, rubbing his temples. "I still don't think it's right to interfere… but I also don't want Intelli deciding what's best for Todoroki."

Tenya grumbled, reluctantly nodding. "If this is about class stability, then… I will assist."

Mina pumped her fist. "Boom. Got 'em."

Kirishima, still grinning, turned to Bakugo, nudging him. "What about you, man? Or do you need to check with Camie first?"

Bakugo's eye twitched. "The hell'd you just say?"

Camie smirked, walking past him and tapping his chin playfully. "Don't listen to 'em, babe. You're totally not whipped."

Kirishima snorted. "You totally are."

Bakugo growled. "I'LL KILL YOU BOTH."

Mina clapped her hands. "Alright! Now that that's settled—how the hell do we get Todoroki to wake up?"

And just like that, the boys were officially recruited.

Scene skip

The hospital was quiet.

Shoto walked down the familiar hallway, hands in his pockets, his mind already turning with everything he needed to figure out.

He didn't know why he always came here when things got complicated. Maybe it was because this room was the only place where his family still existed—at least in some form.

When he stepped inside, the soft glow of the bedside lamp cast a warm light over his mother. She was asleep, her breathing steady, her expression peaceful.

And sitting in the chair beside her, was him.

Toya.

Or as the world knew him, Dabi.

Shoto wasn't even surprised. In this room, they had an unspoken rule—they weren't enemies.

They were just brothers.

Toya sat back, one hand resting on his knee, looking entirely comfortable despite the circumstances. When he heard the door, he turned slightly—grinning as soon as he saw who it was.

"Well, look who it is." His grin widened. "Didn't think I'd see you here tonight, baby bro."

Shoto closed the door behind him and walked over. He stopped just beside the chair, then placed a hand on Toya's shoulder.

Toya's smirk softened, not missing the gesture.

It had been a long time since they could do something as simple as this.

Shoto exhaled, his voice quiet. "I wish we were just brothers everywhere. Not just here."

Toya didn't respond immediately. His expression flickered—just for a moment—before his usual confidence returned.

"Yeah," he murmured. "Me too."

For a second, they just stood there.

Then Toya tilted his head, breaking the heavy moment before it could settle.

"But if you came all the way here, you're not just visiting Mom. You need something."

Shoto nodded, moving to sit on the chair across from him. "You remember what I told you last time?"

Toya snorted. "You mean the girl talk? Yeah, I remember. The 'one that makes you breathe' and the 'one that suffocates you.'"

Shoto nodded. "It's only gotten worse."

Toya raised an eyebrow. "Worse how?"

Shoto leaned forward slightly, exhaling through his nose. "I told her I wasn't interested."

Toya blinked. "Wait—you actually told her? Damn, I didn't think you had it in you."

Shoto nodded. "But… I don't think she's stopping."

Toya's grin returned, but there was something sharper in his eyes now. "Let me guess—she heard 'no' and decided that meant 'try harder' instead."

Shoto didn't respond immediately.

Toya just clicked his tongue. "Yeah. Thought so."

He watched Shoto for a moment, then smirked. "Alright, well, I got some advice. But first—I want names."

Shoto frowned slightly. "Names?"

Toya leaned back, grinning. "Yeah. You never told me the names of the girls last time."

Shoto exhaled. "Does it matter?"

Toya rolled his eyes. "I wanna know who's been making my baby brother suffer."

Shoto hesitated, then finally said, "Saiko Intelli."

Toya snorted. "Ohhh. Oh, that explains a lot."

Shoto raised an eyebrow. "You know her?"

Toya chuckled. "Not personally, but I know of her. Shiketsu's 'perfect strategist,' right? Heard she's an absolute pain in the ass."

Shoto nodded. "That sounds about right."

Toya laughed. "Yeah, you weren't lying. She sounds suffocating as hell."

Then he leaned in, his grin sharp. "Alright, now tell me who the good one is."

Shoto hesitated for a second—not because he didn't know, but because saying it out loud felt… big.

Finally, he said it.

"Momo Yaoyorozu."

Toya was quiet for a second.

Then he smirked. "Oh. Oh, I like that."

Shoto blinked. "You do?"

Toya laughed, shaking his head. "Hell yeah. Little bro, you're out here pulling the Yaoyorozu?"

Shoto frowned. "I didn't 'pull' anyone. She's just—"

"Oh, shut up. You're into her." Toya leaned forward, grinning. "And let me guess—she's also the one pissed off about the other girl clinging to you, huh?"

Shoto exhaled, rubbing his temples. "Yes."

Toya snickered. "Bro. That's textbook."

Shoto gave him a flat look. "Textbook what?"

Toya smirked. "She likes you back, dumbass."

Shoto froze.

Toya shook his head, looking almost disappointed. "Man, you are seriously dense."

Shoto sat back, processing.

Momo liked him back?

It wasn't like he hadn't thought about it—but he had always assumed that Momo was just being a good friend.

But then he remembered.

The way she looked at him when Saiko was around.

The way she always found him first after missions.

The way she worried about him.

The way she made him breathe.

Toya watched his brother's expression shift, his smirk widening. "Yeah. You're getting it now, huh?"

Shoto was silent.

Toya leaned back, stretching his arms. "Welp. Looks like you got work to do, little bro."

Shoto exhaled slowly.

"Yeah," he murmured. "I think I do."

Shoto sat in silence, still absorbing everything Toya had just laid out in front of him.

That was twice now his older brother had pointed him toward the same truth.

First, that Momo made him breathe.

Now, that Momo might actually like him back.

But before he could fully process it, Toya wasn't done.

The older Todoroki stretched lazily, rolling his shoulders before fixing his brother with a knowing smirk.

"Alright, listen up, little bro. I know you're slow as hell with emotions, so let me spell it out for you."

Shoto gave him a flat look, but let him continue.

Toya leaned forward, his tone dropping slightly—less teasing, more serious.

"You don't get with Yaoyorozu just to get Tea Girl off your back."

Shoto blinked. "I wasn't planning on—"

Toya held up a hand. "Yeah, yeah, I know. You've got a better head on your shoulders than that. But listen. You're gonna be frustrated. You're gonna want to make a move just to end this whole situation."

He exhaled, rubbing his temples. "And let me tell you, bro—that's a mistake."

Shoto tilted his head slightly. "Why?"

Toya gave him a look. "Because if you really want this to be something good for you—something that actually lasts—you can't just throw yourself at her for convenience. You gotta do this right."

Shoto was quiet for a moment, thinking.

Toya leaned back, crossing his arms. "I mean, yeah, there's a good chance she'll chicken out if you don't push things forward. But that doesn't mean you rush into it."

He nodded toward their mother, still asleep.

"You ever stop to notice how much she's like Mom?"

Shoto's gaze softened. "…I have."

Toya smirked slightly. "Yeah. She's got that same kind of kindness. Strength. Patience. But she also knows her worth."

Shoto thought about that.

Momo was patient, yes. She was kind. But she also didn't take things lying down. She fought. She pushed herself.

And when she needed to, she stood her ground.

Just like their mother.

Toya studied him for a moment before shrugging. "All I'm saying is, if you're gonna do this, do it right."

Shoto exhaled, nodding slowly.

Toya grinned, standing up and stretching. "Well, this was fun. Hope you enjoy your little love crisis."

Shoto sighed. "You're not helping."

Toya snorted. "Oh, I absolutely am."

And as he turned to leave, he shot his little brother one last smirk.

"Go get your girl, baby bro."

And with that, he was gone.

Shoto sat there for a moment, looking at his sleeping mother.

Toya was right.

If he was going to do this… he needed to do it the right way.

And that meant talking to Momo.

The room had fallen into silence after Toya left, the only sound being the faint hum of hospital equipment.

Shoto sat still, his thoughts finally settling after everything his brother had said.

Talk to Momo. Do it the right way. Don't make this about escaping Saiko—make it about choosing her.

He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. Could he even do that?

A quiet voice broke through the stillness.

"…Shoto."

He startled slightly, turning toward the bed.

His mother, Rei Todoroki, was awake.

Her gentle gaze met his, warm and knowing.

"You were awake," he said softly. It wasn't a question.

Rei offered him a small smile. "I didn't want to interrupt."

Shoto lowered his eyes slightly. He should have expected that. His mother was always quiet—observant.

She shifted slightly, her voice light. "I'm glad you two were talking."

Shoto frowned. "About my… situation?"

Rei nodded. "About everything. It's good for brothers to talk, even when life has put them on different paths."

Shoto exhaled, leaning forward slightly. "He thinks I should talk to Momo. That I should make my feelings clear."

Rei's expression softened even further.

"…He's right."

Shoto glanced up. "You think so?"

Rei smiled gently. "I do."

She studied him for a moment, as if seeing straight through him. "You've always been careful with your emotions, Shoto. You think through everything, and you hesitate when something is uncertain."

Shoto was silent.

Rei tilted her head slightly. "But you've never had to think about how she makes you feel, have you?"

Shoto hesitated, his breath catching.

She was right.

Momo had always been different. He never questioned why he sought her out, why she made him feel safe, understood—at ease.

Because it was just natural.

"…No," he admitted.

Rei's smile warmed. "Then that tells you everything, doesn't it?"

Shoto sat back, processing.

Then, softly, his mother added, "She's good for you, Shoto."

Shoto closed his eyes for a moment, letting those words settle.

When he opened them, he had his answer.

He nodded. He knew what he had to do.

Scene skip

Shoto had barely stepped foot back into the UA dorms when he felt a hand clamp down on his shoulder.

"Yo, Todoroki, we need a word."

He turned to see Kirishima, his usual friendly smile in place but his eyes holding a serious edge.

Behind him, Izuku, Iida, and Bakugo stood waiting, all of them clearly prepared for something.

Shoto frowned slightly. "Now?"

Kirishima nodded. "Yeah, now."

The redhead gestured to a side room, clearly chosen to keep this private.

Shoto sighed but followed along. It wasn't like he didn't trust them—it was just… unnecessary.

Once the door clicked shut, Iida straightened, pushing his glasses up. "Todoroki, we have gathered here today to address a very important matter."

Shoto blinked. "…Am I dying?"

Bakugo snorted, arms crossed. "Not yet, but you're a dumbass, so who knows."

Izuku, rubbing the back of his head, cleared his throat. "We just… wanted to make sure you understood something. About… Momo."

Shoto's expression didn't change.

"I already do," he said evenly.

The room went silent.

Kirishima blinked. "…Wait, what?"

Shoto exhaled, looking at all of them. "I already figured it out. I had a talk with a trusted person about it."

The boys exchanged glances.

Iida frowned slightly. "Who, may I ask, did you consult?"

Shoto's eyes narrowed slightly. "That is none of your business. Even I have the right to keep some secrets."

Kirishima, still trying to process what just happened, ran a hand through his hair. "Dude. We were literally brainstorming plans to help you realize it."

Izuku sighed. "We spent hours trying to figure out how to—"

Bakugo rolled his eyes. "For fuck's sake, you idiots, who cares? He figured it out. That's the important part."

Kirishima and Izuku looked at each other before grinning.

"Okay," Kirishima admitted. "This is actually way better."

Iida crossed his arms. "Then, I suppose congratulations are in order. You've come to terms with your emotions."

Shoto gave a small nod. "I have."

But then—Bakugo, who had been mostly silent, spoke up again.

"Yeah, well, you got two problems to handle."

Shoto turned to him. "What do you mean?"

Bakugo narrowed his eyes. "Getting together with Ponytail is one thing. Getting Tea Girl off your back? That's a whole different beast."

Shoto considered that. "If I get together with Momo, wouldn't that stop her?"

Izuku hesitated, rubbing his chin. "I… don't think so."

Shoto frowned slightly. "Why?"

Iida nodded, serious. "Saiko Intelli is incredibly calculated. If she were the type to accept a loss gracefully, she would have done so already. She knows you rejected her, but she's still pushing."

Izuku followed up, "Which means if you and Momo start dating, she's not going to just let it go."

Kirishima scratched the back of his head. "Yeah, bro. She might actually get worse."

Shoto exhaled slowly. He had considered that possibility, but hearing it from them?

It only made it more real.

Bakugo grunted. "So yeah. Hope you got a game plan, Icy Hot."

Shoto closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them.

"I do."

And this time?

He meant it.

Scene skip

The dorms were never truly quiet, especially after a major event like the sparring matches. But the real battle wasn't on the training field anymore.

It was inside the walls of Class 1-A.

And Mina Ashido and Ochako Uraraka were on the hunt for answers.

They found Izuku and Kirishima lingering near the common area, the two still talking quietly after their conversation with Shoto.

Mina, grinning like she just found fresh gossip, practically skipped up to them. "Alright, spill!"

Izuku blinked. "H-huh?"

Ochako crossed her arms, her eyes narrowing playfully. "Don't play dumb, Deku. What did Todoroki say?"

Izuku and Kirishima exchanged glances.

"…He already figured it out," Kirishima admitted, rubbing the back of his neck.

Mina's eyes widened. "Wait, WHAT?!"

Ochako gasped. "No way. That fast? We were literally planning on cornering him."

Izuku sighed. "Yeah, well… we were too slow. He had a talk with someone before we got to him."

Mina narrowed her eyes. "Who?"

Kirishima shrugged. "He wouldn't tell us."

Ochako frowned. "But… he knows now?"

Izuku nodded. "Yeah. He knows."

Mina grinned, practically vibrating with excitement. "Oh my god! This is perfect! Now all we have to do is push him and Momo together!"

Ochako smiled but hesitated slightly. "It's not that simple, though, is it?"

Izuku and Kirishima both sighed at the same time.

"…No," Izuku admitted. "Because Kacchan made a good point."

Mina groaned. "Ugh, I hate when he does that. What did he say?"

Izuku's expression turned serious.

"Even if they start going out, Saiko won't just give up."

Mina's face dropped.

Ochako stiffened. "…Oh."

Kirishima crossed his arms, nodding. "Yeah, man. We all kinda realized it. Todoroki told her no, and she still hasn't backed off. She's the type to double down."

Izuku nodded. "Which means even if he's with Momo, she's still going to be a problem."

Mina exhaled sharply. "Okay. That's annoying."

Ochako frowned, thinking hard. "So what do we do? Just wait for her to pull something?"

Izuku hesitated, then sighed. "I don't know."

Kirishima nodded. "But what I do know is that we need to get Todoroki and Momo talking before anything else happens."

Mina huffed. "Okay, fine. But when Momo finds out about this, she is NOT going to be happy."

Ochako sighed, rubbing her temples. "We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

Mina groaned, already feeling the drama coming.

This was going to be a mess.

Ending of this chapter, with them talking. I'm really a fan of how Toya and Rei helped Shoto out. I'm sucker for this sort of brother relationship, even with how they are.

As if we needed more similarities between Shoto and Sasuke. But call it how you like, it's more effective like this.

Saluut.