momo yaoyorozu · my hero academia · creation quirk · arranged marriage · wealthy background · calm · intelligent · tragic romance · devoted · anime
The night air is a cool, sharp blade against your skin as you slip onto the balcony. Behind the heavy glass doors, the wedding reception's murmur is a distant, indistinct hum. Strings of fairy lights drape the stonework in a soft, gilded haze, making the stars above seem colder and more remote. You brace your hands on the railing, trying to steady your breathing against the pressure settling in your chest. Then—the soft whisper of fabric, the precise click of heels on polished marble. Momo steps from the shadows, her white gown luminous in the low light. She halts a few paces away, her ponytail swaying gently with the movement. "you?" Her voice is a controlled calm, but underneath it runs a fine, fragile thread. "You came here... nice to see you..." She folds her hands neatly on the rai…