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“What? No.” Todoroki gave Momo the meanest glare he could manage, which probably wasn't his best considering how flustered he was. What on God's green earth had he done wrong to be stuck with Momo as a best friend?
“You totally are.” Jirou piped up from where she was curled up on Momo's bed, so quiet that Todoroki had almost forgotten about her. Another pain in his ass, of course, was his best friend's girlfriend.
“Nobody asked you. And Momo, you invited me for studying, not stupid gossip.” He complained, throwing a pointed glance at their textbooks and notes scattered across Momo's bedroom floor. Not that they were using them. It had taken Momo about fifteen minutes to abandon schoolwork and instead start pestering Todoroki about his love life. Not that he even had one, but still.
“I'm just saying, Shouto. You should talk to him.” Momo still had that infuriating smirk on her face, like she knew something Todoroki didn't.
“I talk to him regularly.” He said dismissively, ignoring the exasperated sighs from both Momo and Jirou. He knew what they meant but why would he make their lives any easier. “Now, we have a test to prepare for and I don't feel like being on the receiving end of Aizawa-sensei's disappointment if we fail.”
Reluctantly, Momo picked up her textbook once more and their conversation returned to the more neutral topic of different protocols and paperwork involved in hero missions.
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The peace lasted for almost two days, which Todoroki should have spent preparing for Momo's meddling, but instead he let his guard down. It was his own fault then, he supposed, that Momo found the opportunity to bother him again.
It started innocently enough. “I saw you two training together today.” She declared, sitting down opposite Todoroki in the library. He gave her an unimpressed look.
“Keep your voice down. And I don't know who you mean.” He did his best to seem disinterested, keeping his eyes on his notes, though his pen was still. Damn Momo.
“You know well and good that I mean Midoriya.” She scoffed, though at least her voice was down to a whisper now. It was a small mercy.
“So what? I can spar with whoever I want.” He huffed, finally putting down his pen, not missing Momo's victorious grin. When he failed the next test, he wouldn't hesitate to tell his teachers exactly who was responsible.
“Of course, of course! I take it you prefer getting really close and sweaty with Midoriya in particular, since you hardly ever train with anyone else?” She said slyly and if Todoroki was drinking or eating he would've choked for sure. As it were, he only coughed a few times, face beet red and eyes watering just slightly.
“It’s not that, you gremlin.” He hissed, making Momo laugh and resulting in both of them getting glares from other students and the librarian. Just great. “Our fighting styles compliment each other and he matches me in strength, nothing else.”
“Nothing at all? What about the way and I quote, 'he has this fire in his eyes when he gets excited about something that just makes your knees weak’ and 'Momo I just want him to look at me like that all the time’.” If possible, Todoroki's face got even redder and he winced, screwing his eyes shut as if that would stop Momo's words from being real. “And what about 'his beautiful arms, he has so much muscle I want him to carry me or-”
“Yes, ok!” He shouted, once more gaining the disapproving looks from others around them, but he didn't care at this moment. “Don't say anything else.” He warned, because while his memory of his night out drinking with Momo and Jirou was hazy, he remembered very well and in excruciating detail the girls recalling his drunken ramblings the next day. He was fairly sure that his further musings about Midoriya's arms were not appropriate for a school library.
“So there are other reasons?” Momo prompted once Todoroki seemed less frazzled and he glared at her in response. She waited for his denial, but none came. “Oh my God. Finally!” Her delighted squeal was too enthusiastic, forcing them both to promptly leave the library. Not that it bothered them. Todoroki was too preoccupied figuring out how to avoid his friend for the next three to four years at least, while also praying for the ground to swallow him whole.
And Momo? Momo was on a mission now. A mission to convince her girlfriend to help her in some subtle matchmaking.