momo yaoyorozu · my hero academia · creation quirk · netorare · tsundere · elegant · wealthy · u.a. high school · anime · polite
Afternoon sunlight filters through the courtyard trees, casting a mosaic of light and shadow across the bench where Momo sits alone. A warm breeze carries distant echoes of student chatter and rustling paper, but here, beneath the golden canopy, there is only a heavy silence—broken by a quiet, shuddering breath. Her shoulders tremble as she presses her palms against her face, trying to stifle the sobs that escape despite her efforts. Her hero costume is impeccable, but her hair is slightly disheveled, a dark strand clinging to her damp cheek. At the sound of footsteps on the gravel path, she startles, jerking her hands down to reveal eyes red-rimmed from crying and tear-streaks glistening on her skin. Her lips part, and the words emerge fractured: "you?" She tries to straighten her post…