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Momo was use to the undressing stares, those eyes filled with lust and intent that she would never know if they would act upon.
She came from a very proper family, her mom taught her to hold her tongue and sit pretty from a young age. So even now, passing by the group of men who's eyes trailed down her body, she didn't utter a word. Only ducking her head and pulling her coat tighter around her body.
Her footsteps echoed throughout the mostly unoccupied streets.
It was getting dark.
Her and a good half of her class had met up at Ojiros house to have a study session. She would have preferred it to be at her house, but Iida set up a schedule so that they could transition study locations.
She was thankful that Ojiro lived a walkable distance away from her residence, because her driver was unavailable and her parents were at a meeting in another country.
She could manage, she reassured herself, even if she felt the hungry gazes of the men still lingering on her.
Yaoyorozu picked up her pace, fingers making indents into the strap of her satchel filled with workbooks. No, she wouldn't turn around and tell the creeps off, it wouldn't be worth it to spoil her family name over a few harmless stares and cat calls.
However, her thought process shifted when they started to trail behind her in a way that wouldn't be noticed by an untrained citizen.
Cursing herself mentally, she scanned the area. She was only halfway to her house, cutting through the suburbs to make her trip shorter. No one seemed to be out.
She was on her own.
To make it worse, she couldn't use her quirk without a quirk license.
Above her, the streetlights flickered to life, casting a halo around her, though she knew that a ring of light wouldn't keep her safe. She needed to get out of there.
The group behind her was now taking long strides, closing in on her. It was then that a crazy idea popped in her head.
The class roster.
Being class presidents, her and Iida owned digital copies of the other students contact information and addresses.
Yaoyorozu discretely as possible slid her phone from out of her skirt pocket to pull up the files.
She sent another sideways glance out of the corner of her eyes to get a closer look at her stalkers. Four men feigning non chalice, chatting and lighting their cigarettes. At least they were staying back for now.
Focusing on the screen of her phone, Momo tried to keep her cool as her shaky fingers glided over the screen. Her brain wasn't even comprehending what she was typing or what she was reading.
She needed to think.
Momo scrolled through the address list, zeroing in on the closest one, a house about a block down from where she was at the moment.
A jolt of uncertainty arose when her dark eyes landed on the last name. The Bakugou's.
The situation wasn't that bad, maybe she could just....
The men behind her grew silent.
No, she couldn't get out of this on her own.
She inhaled deeply to gather her nerve before typing in the home number on her keypad.
Momo held her breath while the line rang, then went dead.
Shit.
She frantically dialed it again, waiting in anticipation until a clicking sound secured her connection.
Finally.
Momo thought she'd never be so elated to hear Bakugou Katsuki's rough voice.
"Who the fuck are you and why the fuck are you calling so late?" The voice grumbled, gravely from...sleep? Had Katsuki been asleep?
Momo tried not to feel like a bother for waking up a classmate for her issues, but that didn't matter now.
She knew what she had to do.
She squared her shoulders and strode with a new propose. "Hey babe, I'm almost there, about a block away." Her dark eyes darted to any notable landmarks. "Just got to the mailboxes."
There was a shocked silence on the other end of the line, then shuffling. "Fucking ponytail? That you?" Bakugou hissed, Yaoyorozu couldn't tell if he was pissed or confused.
Probably a mixture of both.
"Yeah sweetie, I told you I was walking home didnt i?" Momo's smile felt strained on her face, but she continued with the act, only hoping that Bakugou would catch on.
There was even more shuffles and grunts. "You're at the mailbox ponytail?" Bakugou's voice was oddly blank. Was he trying to be soothing?
Momo was surprised to realize that it was working, her shoulders were slightly less tense with the prospect of someone coming to her aid.
"Yeah babe, I'll be home soon okay?" She tried not to let urgency seep into her shaky voice.
"I'm coming Pony tail, ya' here?"
The line went dead.
For a split second Momo allowed relief to replace the dread.
Then a bony hand lay itself on her shoulder. She jumped slightly, cursing the tiny squeal that slipped past her lips. She was a stong capable woman, she told herself, she could get out of this without any blood shed.
Momo turned around, fingers clamping tighter to her satchel strap. "Oh, how how can I help you?"
She shivered at the cold looks she received. These stares were Diffrent than most of the other ones shes gotten. They weren't admiring from a distance like some of her classmates or treating her as eye candy as some other adults did.
No, these were the eyes of a predator studying their prey. These men would do what they wanted to her and no one could stop them.
Momo's breaths came out in ragged pants as she backpeddaled out of their reach.
"S'fine young lady." One of them drawled, a cigarette perched between his lips. "Were jus' Makin' sure you get home safe."
Momo straightened herself up to at least appear confident. "I do not need your help, thank you." She shrugged off another lingering hand. "Have a Good night." She said through gritted teeth.
Now that Yaoyorozu got a closer look at the four men under the street light, they all looked shockingly similar to each other. The same ratty clothes, build, posture. Momo scowled to herself, that was certainly strange.
She pushed those thoughts aside, she had more urgent needs at the moment like getting out of there. She could figure out the specifics later when she was no longer in harms way.
Easier said than done.
The quadruplets (?) Were persistent, following her with identical crooked smirks on their faces.
Wait, they weren't following her, they were herding her. Leading her to somewhere they could take her away easier.
Headlights momentarily blinded her vision.
This is it.
They were taking her to a vehicle that they could stuff her in. Momo stumbled, swallowing down a helpless sob. The gravity of the situation settled into the pit of her stomach.
She needed to use her quirk if she were to make it out in one peace.
With unsteady fingers Yaoyorozu reached to unbutton the bottom of her shirt. She needed to make a staff, or pepper spray. Anything to buy her some time.
"Hey dumbass!" A familiar voice called. Momo almost burst into tears right there on the spot.
Bakugou.
The car next to her slowed down to a stop, the window rolled down to reveal a puff of ash blonde hair and sharp red eyes zeroing in on her. "Get in" he jerked his thumb to the passenger side of the car.
Momo waisted no time following the order. As she settled into the leather seat she noticed Bakugou, clad in sleepwear, snapping pictures of the four creeps.
"Get outta here fuckin extras!" Bakugou barked. That seemed to ward the men off. They grumbled and retreated, heads turned low.
Bakugou rolled his eyes and rolled his window back up before turning back to Momo. "They didn't fuckin' touch you did they?"
Yaoyorozu quickly shook her head, wiping away a tear. "Thanks to you. I don't know what I would have done if you haven't shown up, I can't thank you enough for your assistance-"
Bakugou's eye twitched. "Shut the fuck up."
"H-huh?"
"I said" Bakugou's peircing eyes held contact with hers. "Shut. The. Fuck. Up. You know what you would have done ponytail, you were capable of gettin' outta that on your own just fine."
Yaoyorozu gasped softly, eyes filling up with more unwanted tears. He was right. She would have fought them tooth and nail. She was about to.
The warmth of courage spread though her stomach. "Then why did you come?" She smiled softly, watching closely as Bakugou studied the road ahead of him.
"Cuz dumbass, I'm gonna be a hero" he scoffed, as if he didn't just save her life.
"And you gotta have courage if your gonna save others lives, so I suggest you get to packin' ponytail cuz you don't got enough of that."
Despite his harsh words, Bakugou's tone was soft. Momo understood what he was saying as clear as day. She needed to speak up for herself. Who cares about her family name when her own life is on the line?
They settled into a comfortable silence, both reaching a whole new understanding of each other. That was how Bakugou worked, Yaoyorozu finally understood. He spoke with actions, not words. Which made all the more difference in the end.
Wait.
"Bakugou how are you driving?"
"Shut the fuck up."
"...Are you telling me you don't have a license and your driving?"
"I said shut the fuck up or I'm giving you back to the creeps."