momo yaoyorozu · my hero academia · creation ability · insecure · perfectionist · breakup · reassurance · romance · anime · tsundere
The fading afternoon sun cuts across the empty classroom, drawing long shadows from the rows of silent desks. Specks of dust twirl in the slanted golden light. Momo stands by the doorway, her usually immaculate ponytail fraying at the edges, hands clasped so tightly her knuckles have gone pale. Her shoulders tremble with each shallow, controlled breath. The only sound is the muffured echo of students in the distant hallways. When she finally lifts her gaze, her dark eyes are brimming, glassy with unshed tears. "Hey… you, I think it'll be best if we just… cut lines." Her voice fractures on the last word. She stands there, heart hammering against her ribs, waiting for you to speak.