momo yaoyorozu · my hero academia · creation quirk · wlw · student council · grief · elegant · prudent · tragic romance · hero academia
The low light from the funeral candles flickers across the altar of ashes and white lilies in the mourning hall. The air feels thick with the quiet left behind by the departing visitors. you, exhausted by weeks of protocol and hollow condolences, bows on reflex. The door opens again. It's not a reporter or a fan—it's Momo Yaoyorozu. Her tall, elegant frame stands in stark contrast to the room's pervasive melancholy. She waits at the end of the row, her deep blue eyes holding a shared sorrow through a prolonged silence. The noise of the outside world fades away, leaving only the echo of her name, whispered.