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Yaoyorozu Momo.
One of the most beautiful girls in U.A. Her dark, almond-shaped eyes always shining with a thirst for knowledge. The eyes matched the color of her hair that without fail was styled perfectly. Her smile could brighten anyone's day. And her body... But her perfections didn't stop there. She was constantly trying to improve herself, looking for ways to make herself better. Her intelligence rivaled everyone's around her and she somehow could make a solution to any problem that came her way. Her confidence wasn't up to par for someone of her level, but the determination to change that made up for it.
And that's why Kyoka Jirou was in love with Yaoyorozu Momo.
Whenever she was around Momo, her ability to properly think ceased to exist. She felt like Kaminari after he used his quirk. Her face would be beet red, and Jirou would find the confidence to look Momo in the eye maybe once every conversation they had. Every time they would interact, Jirou would always feel light on her feet like she didn't have a care in the world. Momo never put out a vibe that she was gay or at least bisexual. However, Jirou was still hopeful that mercy would be bestowed upon her and Momo would confess to her that she had feelings for her.
So when Momo asked to speak privately with her looking quite nervous, Jirou thought this was it. Momo was going to confess and they would start to date. Jirou would finally be able to kiss her and take her out on dates and spoil her rotten.
"Todoroki-kun asked me out today."
Jirou felt her small smile fall right off her face.
"I said yes. I wanted you to be the first person I told!"
Her heart was what fell next.
When she saw Momo's bright smile, the one that never failed to make her chest warm, Jirou strenuously smiled. She was just Momo's friend. That was clear and apparent now.
"Th-That's great!" Jirou forcefully said.
Momo furrowed her eyebrows. "Are you alright?"
"Yea, yea. Just a little tired and all," She lied, her nails digging into her palms in an effort to stop the tears from falling. "But I'm really, really happy for you."
Momo pursed her lips for a moment – Jirou did not need extra time dedicated to silence – then smiled lightly. "Thank you. Why don't you head to bed? It's pretty late. I'll inform you about the whole thing tomorrow."
"Sounds like a plan," Jirou chuckled weakly. "Well, goodnight." She didn't give Momo a chance to reply before she practically booked it to her room. With every step she took, the more tears welled up in her eyes.
Once she finally did get to her room, ignoring a concerned Kaminari, she slammed her door shut and jumped in bed, hiding under her blankets. That's when the tears broke through along with sobs. There, in a dark and quiet room, she was stuck with her own thoughts.
Never has she thought she'd fall in love with anyone. It's always been music and becoming a pro hero. Never has falling in love been on that list. And the one time she did happen to fall head over heels for someone, it left her crying into her pillow. It made her feel as if she was a girl in those shitty movies, crying over the dumb football quarterback. Except she knew her story wouldn't end with a kissing scene out in the rain. No confetti as everyone cheered for her and Momo.
Jirou muffled a sob as she curled in on herself more. She didn't- couldn't hear about Momo and Todoroki tomorrow morning. She didn't want to hear how he asked Momo out and got a yes, the thing Jirou wanted so badly it hurt her physically. It wasn't fair! She doubted Todoroki woke up every morning, yearning to hear Momo's gentle voice as if it were the best music his ears ever heard. Doubted he had a tight feeling in his chest sported with a fuzzy feeling in his stomach anytime Momo made such a brilliant solution to a problem when everyone failed to do so. Doubted he was ready to drop everything in his life to help Momo with literally anything she needed just like Jirou was so ready to do. It really wasn't fair! But when has life ever been fair?
The world was basically against her and Momo becoming a couple anyways. For starters, Momo was straight, and Todoroki and Momo were made for each other. That's what everyone said and thought anyways. It did make sense, too. They both came from money and were both fucking pretty. Despite these facts, Jirou still had some faith and hope that Momo would come to her instead. Now, with a crushing realization, she knew that was a stupid, childish belief. If she just stopped looking at her and conversing with her, perhaps this wouldn't hurt as bad.
Through a harsh sob, she managed a laugh.
As if she could stop interacting with Momo. Not when Momo brought so much joy to her. Not when it pained her to be away from her.
There was a knock at her door and she held her breath, a little whimper leaving her throat. Her body went cold when she thought that it could be Momo on the other side of that door. Oh no. She couldn't do that right now.
"Jirou?"
Kaminari. She let out the breath she was holding in. Though, she still wasn't going to answer. As if she'd let him see her like this; a dam of tears, which she knew were messing up her make up. She looked pathetic.
"Are you okay?" He asked through the door. When no answer was provided, he continued. "I, um, heard about, uh... you know... Momo."
Jirou ripped the pillow out from under her and chucked it at the door, prompting a quiet thud. She slammed her head down on her now pillow-less bed and let the tears fall again.
"Sorry. If you wanna talk or just hang, you know where I'm at," Kaminari paused. "Feel better."
She did not want to do either. She wanted Momo to feel the same way she did. Or a portion of what she felt for Momo. There was no chance for that anymore. Her only love was in love with someone else. What'd she done to deserve that?
Maybe Todoroki was better for Momo. Like she thought earlier, they were both rich and attractive. Things Jirou was not. She wouldn't look nice next to Momo, holding her hands. That'd only get glares from people. But if people saw Todoroki and Momo holding hands, they'd only see a picture-perfect couple, nothing more.
Todoroki could also give Momo the things she needed. The things she deserved. Jirou wouldn't be able to afford nice and great meals at restaurants made for the elite. She'd stand out like a sore thumb in those places. Jirou couldn't afford fancy, top of the line items for Momo. Hell, the top Momo was wearing a weak ago cost more than Jirou's entire life. There was no chance Jirou could compete with Todoroki, someone who was just as rich as Momo.
They do look good together. Jirou knew that. They were some power couple. Todoroki was better for Momo. Jirou didn't want to bring her down to her level. She was too raunchy for her. Too loud. Too everything Momo didn't need in her life. Todoroki was better, and Jirou would have to accept that.
With that thought in her head, Jirou drifted off into a restless sleep.
She awoke to the silence of her room. There'd usually be some sort of music playing. She was confused until the memories of the night before hit her. She swore that was some sort of nightmare.
Jirou disregarded the tightness in her chest and closed her stinging eyes, thanking whatever god that today was Saturday and not a school day. She proceeded to curse that same god for making Todoroki ask Momo out and have Momo say yes. Fuck that. That's why she didn't fully believe in a god.
She got up and stayed still as her eyes drifted across her room. They stopped on an eggshell colored cardigan on the back of her chair. The tightness in her chest increased. It was Momo's cardigan, one she forgot a while ago. Jirou groaned and rubbed at her eyes, not wanting to cry again. Crying was so draining. It hurt.
She tore her eyes off the piece of clothing. That's when she noticed what seemed to be a cassette tape on the floor in front of her door. Next to it was a piece of paper. That's weird. The only other person that had a cassette player or even knew what one was, was Bakugou. She picked it up to find the front said 'by Dj Kaminari'. Jirou managed a scoff at the name. Flipping over the tape, her eyes scanned the songs. She recognized them to be songs she introduced to Kaminari, the last two being songs she showed Bakugou. Her attention went over to the note. The handwriting was hands down Bakugou's; almost perfect.
I'll kill the bastards if you want. I'll do it. Definitely that half n half dick. If you want that to happen, then burn this. Don't need any evidence.
Jirou laughed. The rest of the letter was in Kaminari's (horrible) handwriting.
What bakubro said is mean. but like... I ain't saying nothin but like... if you catch my drift... I think I watched enough criminal minds to get away with it ;) Bakubro is saying I'm writing too much even tho he wrote just as much... hypocrite. Is that how you spell that? Oh well. Don't make fun of me if that's not how you spell hypocrite. it doesn't look right. Bakubro is getting mad now. Anyways, we should hang so you get your mind off it!!!! It'll be totally fun! You, me, Bakuhoe(?), the rest of the bakusquad or just us or whatever you want. NOW HE'S YELLING AND THREATENING. BYE
Jirou laughed again, it turning into hiccupped sobs. She threw her forearm over her watering eyes.
Yaoyorozu Momo didn't return the same feelings. And she never would because Kyoka Jirou wasn't Todoroki Shouto. Love sucked.