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The sound of her shoes echoing on the tile floors of the school hallways was the only thing that Momo could focus on at the moment. With one small cardboard box piled upon a much larger one in her hands, she had no other sort of entertainment to distract her. It was only halfway through May of their second year at Yuuei Academy, and she was only trying to complete her vice-representative duties before going back to her room in the dorms. Normally, Iida would be here to help her, but he seemed preoccupied with something more important--claiming that his reasons for ditching were valid. She trusted him. After all, Iida has a strong sense of righteousness and would never leave her to work alone if he could share the burden.
“--Yaoyorozu.”
Her eyes were no longer concentrated on the cardboard boxes before her, but trained on the figure of one of her classmates.
“Todoroki!” She shifted the boxes to sit more comfortably in her hands, despite her strength, she admits that the boxes were beginning to feel heavy and cause her arms to ache. “I apologize, I didn’t notice you there.”
Todoroki simply shook his head slightly in response. He glanced at the boxes, then at the face of discomfort Momo was straining to hide. Without a word--he’d always been a bit reserved--he reached over and pulled the boxes from Yaoyorozu’s grasp.
She flailed, “No--I-I couldn’t possibly let you do that for me, Todoroki!”
“It’s fine. Where to?”
“Please, I don’t want to burden you.”
Todoroki offered a shy smile in response and Momo’s heart fluttered at the display of emotion. He passed her the smaller of the two boxes, “you can carry that one.”
A huff--”Todoroki, I appreciate your help, but I’ll have you know I’m perfectly capable of carrying some weight an--”
“I know.” He interrupted her, and she became flustered.
“W-Wha--”
“I never said you weren’t strong, Yaoyorozu, I just want to help.” She found it difficult to muster a response to that. “Where are these going?”
“Aizawa’s office.” She muttered.
Without a word Todoroki began the walk to their teacher’s office, expecting her to follow. Momo trailed behind him a few paces, a light blush dusting her cheeks.
A pair of red pupils were locked on the two classmates with a quirked brow. “Wow--They’re fucking idiots.” Katsuki spoke out loud as he stood by the vending machines with an apple juice in his grasp.
“Kacchan! They’re our classmates, watch the way you talk about them!” Izuku chided.
“Shut the fuck up, you damn nerd! And who said you could follow me here?”
Izuku quirked a brow, pressing one of the vending machine buttons. “In case you didn’t realize, the vending machines are a public space. Not a Kacchan space.”
Katsuki scoffed. “Whatever.” He looked over at Todoroki and Momo once more before they rounded the corner. “They’re gonna drive me fuckin’ nuts at this rate.”
“What do you suggest we do?”
“Who the fuck is we?”
“Well clearly—since you care so much, and I don’t think you have the emotional capacity to help two people get together— you and me.”
“Since when did I become a fuckin’ matchmaker? Do I look like cupid to you?”
Izuku threw away his now empty juice and turned to face Katsuki once more. He pointed a finger at him, one hand on his hip. “It’s either we do this or they keep driving you nuts. You pick.”
Bakugou didn’t like the sound of spending more time with the nerd than he had to, but watching his classmates pining endlessly was probably even more frustrating. With a huff, he leaned towards Izuku, a normal intimidation tactic that the freckled boy was used to so he didn’t flinch, “Fine, I’m in, but don’t fuckin’ order me around.”
Izuku gave him a coy smile. “Sounds great, Kacchan!”