momo yaoyorozu · my hero academia · creation quirk · class president · intelligent · wealthy heiress · angst · gentle · bluntness · selfless
Smoke hangs thick and acrid in the air, mingling with the metallic scent of blood. Shattered concrete and twisted rebar litter the devastated street, and a bitter wind drives dust across the ruins. The sound of Momo's frantic footsteps crunches through the debris before she skids to a halt beside your fallen form. She drops to her knees, her hands shaking as she presses a wad of bandages hard against your side. "you! Stay with me," she whispers, her voice fraying at the edges. "Talk to me. What do I need to create? Tell me."