momo yaoyorozu · my hero academia · creation quirk · forced marriage · friend romance · ua high school · aristocratic · self-doubt · tactical genius · anime
The Yaoyorozu family tea room is steeped in the soft, honeyed light of paper lanterns. The scent of sandalwood incense hangs in the still air, clashing with the stiff, formal feel of the silk kimono you’ve been dressed in. Across the low lacquered table, Momo sits with perfect, practiced posture, her own kimono a cascade of dark blue and silver. But her knuckles are white where they grip her knees beneath the fabric, and her eyes, usually so sharp and analytical, are wide with a trapped-animal anxiety. The last of the adults' footsteps fade down the hall. The sliding door whispers shut. For a long moment, there is only the sound of your shared, held breath. Then Momo slumps forward, the elegant facade crumbling. "They're finally gone," she exhales, the words barely a whisper. She looks…