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Ever since moving to the dorms, Yaoyarozu had learned a lot about her fellow classmates. Like how both Iida and Bakugou are awake by 6:30 in the morning, getting ready for their morning exercise. Or how Uraraka would always buy the cheaper brands of food when assigned for grocery shopping.
One of the most important things the students of 1-A have learned is to never let Kaminari near the kitchen. They have enough kitchen burn marks and a destroyed microwave to be a reason why. Fortunately, they were able to establish this rule early on. Unfortunately, it involved a loud explosion alerting the class to check the kitchen. What they saw was both Bakugou and Jirou covered head to toe by raw eggs, milk and flour, giving a sheepish looking Kaminari a fearful death glare. Needless to say, both the punk and angry blonde were adamant to ban the boy first.
Another thing she learned were the mysteries of Class 1-A. Like how Bakugou kept losing his sweaters or how Kirishima kept claiming he felt cold even during the hot days. Another mystery would be the temperature problems both Sero and Satou experience during the nighttime. It seems Sero’s room was too cold while Satou’s was too hot. There was even a time where everyone questioned how there seemed to be more cheese every time they opened the refrigerator.
One more mystery that Momo has noticed after a few weeks, would be the sudden appearance of both Jirou and Tokoyami heading back to their rooms looking exhausted. It would have been normal to Momo seeing as they were most likely coming from training, except this always happened the moment she had woken up and arrived in the common room. It was barely 7 in the morning and without fail, every weekend the two would return like they just ran a marathon.
After noticing this, Momo had taken upon herself to observe the two more in fear that they were overexerting themselves as the Vice President of the class. At least that’s what she was convincing herself. It definitely wasn’t out of worry or curiosity as to why her best friend slash crush looked close to passing out when the rest were just waking up.
It took her the next Friday night to bring this up during one of the private study sessions she shared with Jirou. The two were seated facing each other on Momo’s humongous bed, with homework scattered between them. They were nearly done going over the English homework Present Mic gave them, when Momo decided to ask the important question. Well not the important question but a question instead. That was reserved for another time.
“Kyouka, may I ask you a question?” She asked, waiting for the other to respond. Momo was oblivious to the effect she had on Jirou when using her first name.
They have noticeably transitioned to a habit of being on a first name basis when together alone, none of them wanting to address it in fear of scaring the other girl.
“Well you just did, but sure go ask away.” Jirou chuckled as she sat straighter and gave Momo her full attention.
Momo tried her best to not blush under the girl's attentive gaze and small smile directed solely to her.
“Why do you and Tokoyami always seem to be so tired and worn out in the morning?” She watched as Jirou blinked at her, who probably wasn’t expecting a question about that.
“Well we train early in the morning, either at the courtyard here or at one of the training facilities if we are lucky.”
“Why not train during the afternoons like everyone else? Doesn’t that disrupt your sleep schedule and worsen your insomnia?” Momo further enquired, fully aware of Jirou’s sleeping habits.
“It’s easier to do it early in the morning since there are not a lot of people there to hog some space. Plus we can’t do it at night because of Dark Shadow since we usually just spar and not use our quirks.” Momo inwardly smiled when noticing Jirou’s earphone jacks moving as if they were an extra set of hands to further emphasize her point. She is nearly positive that Jirou doesn’t notice she does that.
“So the reason you look like you are about to pass out before breakfast is because of training barely when the sun is up?”
“That about sums it up, yeah.” She gave a firm nod.
“When do you sleep exactly?” The taller girl was giving the other a pointed look, as if daring her to even make a lie up. Momo knew well what the answer was but she just wanted to clarify. In fact the whole class was aware that both Jirou and Tokoyami were the presidents of the insomniac club.
“I sleep before training with Tokoyami?” Jirou asked, checking to see if that was the correct answer.
“Kyouka.” She flinched as if she was a child being scolded.
“I sleep after training in the morning.” She mumbled hoping she wasn’t heard, but with her darn luck she was.
“You sleep after training at 7 in the morning?”
Jirou gave a small nod, avoiding the disapproving gaze being given towards her.
Momo sighed, she knew she had a crush on an insomniac but she didn’t know said insomniac was an idiot as well.
“The upside is that I only train with Tokoyami during the weekends, so it’s not really affecting my studies.” Jirou tried to find the silver lining.
“But you both skip breakfast and sleep till late noon.” Momo deadpanned, fully shutting down any excuse Jirou had in store.
After that Jirou kept trying her best to reassure her that she was fine, but Momo would worry over her no matter what. They had both gathered their work and Jirou went off back to her room, but not before giving Momo a hug and a thank you.
The next early morning, both Jirou and Tokoyami stumbled into the dorm house as expected, looking as if they could just pass out any second now. Surprisingly they were able to make it to their rooms without face planting on the floor. They remained absent during breakfast and lunch.
Once the class was finished with lunch, both Momo and Midoriya were washing the dishes when they noticed Tokoyami arrived looking much more rested compared to earlier.
“Good afternoon Tokoyami, there’s leftovers in the microwave for you.”
He gave her a nod of thanks before gathering his late lunch. Once both she and Midoriya finished, the other half of the insomniac pair finally descended from her quiet slumber. Momo had suppressed her giggle as Jirou went straight to the coffee pot, unable to function at all without caffeine in her system.
Midoriya had waved goodbye to Momo saying he was going to Todoroki, as she took it upon herself to prepare the leftover lunch for the barely awake girl.
When Jirou noticed that she had prepared her lunch, she looked at Momo near to tears as if she was an angel sent from above. In Jirou’s case, she was an angel sent from above.
Unfortunately Momo couldn’t stay long since she had a meeting with Hatsume regarding some support item ideas for her and her classmates that afternoon, but not before making sure her classmates had started to eat. As she prepared to go out, she noticed the bruises and cuts adorning both their arms.
The last thing she heard was Tokoyami talking about a shop to Jirou before heading out the door. Momo would have to make a mental note to ask Jirou about her bruises and possibly about the shop they were talking about later.
“I will send you the link to the website where I buy mine. If it is a custom one you are looking for, unfortunately I believe they will raise the price for it.”
Tokoyami offered as he was nearly finished with his food. The two started to sword fight against each other every early morning during the weekends ever since they moved into the dorm houses.
During the room contest hosted by Mina and Hagakure, Jirou saw that Tokoyami owns a sword as well and asked him if he wanted to spar with her sometime for training. This then soon turned to be a weekly thing for them.
Not a lot of people knew of this, but during middle school, Jirou had always joined clubs that would relate to physical combat such as fencing and the such since she was still too shy to present her music to anyone. Her parents were confused at the student's interest in fighting, but all made sense when she told them she wanted to be a hero. It turned out that she was pretty good with a sword and could handle a really good fight against the best in the club, which was surprising since she was probably the smallest among the bunch.
Jirou’s sword wasn’t anything special. It was kind of short compared to Tokoyami and slightly unbalanced, but to her it was perfect. She kept the sword deep under her bed, securely wrapped with cloth to avoid people who barge in unannounced from noticing or grabbing it without permission. Said people were namely Kaminari and Mina, and knowing them and how easily they would get excited they would most likely injure themselves. Although the sword looked near to breaking from too much use, it was still in prime condition as it can be.
She could just buy one from Tokoyami’s store but she’s not sure if she has the money for it. “Thanks dude, but I think I’ll try using the axes or staff more often.” Jirou sighed, mentally cursing as she examined the swords on the website to be so expensive.
“May I ask you a question regarding our training?” The boy asked, already finished with his food. She gave him a nod, taking another bite from her plate.
“Why do you insist on training with multiple weapons? Are you planning on adding them to your hero costume?”
If this was someone else asking, Jirou would’ve been wary of answering honestly. But this was Tokoyami and she knew he wasn't the type to gossip or jump to conclusions, unlike some people she knew. (Once again she meant Kaminari and Mina.)
“No, it would make it hard for my jacks to move around freely and I just want to be ready and alert, you know?”
Tokoyami remained silent, letting her continue.
“During the first villain attack we had at USJ, I noticed that unlike Kaminari or Yaomomo my quirk isn’t that flashy or as versatile, so I thought I might as well be reliable and support the people I fight along with. Besides, so far my quirk only specialized with long-range attacks.”
“But why the variety of weapons to use?” Tokoyami asked, knowing that Jirou would sometimes come to training borrowing Hatsume’s axe or shield.
“During close combat, Yaomomo usually goes with creating either a staff or a shield depending if she decided to go on the offense or defense. On the off chance she makes weapons such as swords or even a battle axe, it would usually be for the people fighting alongside her. The only possible problem with that would be whether or not her comrades know how to properly use it or even notice that it was for them. One wrong move and their teamwork and concentration could be broken.” Tokoyami had listened attentively to her rambling, already used to Midoriya’s extensive version.
“I see, you plan on supporting Yaoyarozu during battle, whether that be mental or physical support.” Tokoyami commented truthfully.
“Yes, but not exactly. Just for the times we happen to be with each other during battle.” She nodded, finally finishing her food.
“It makes sense, both you and Yaoyarozu do make an admirable pair to spar against and your teamwork and communication is by far one of the best in the class. Most of the time I notice that you two barely talk when fighting, as if you were able to read each other’s mind. I wouldn’t be surprised if the both of you partner up in the future.”
Jirou visibly blushed at the “admirable pair” and “partner up” comment as Tokoyami continued to praise her teamwork with Momo. It took her a few seconds to realize that they were talking about training and not the romantic type of pair.
With that they both had a silent understanding that they are done socializing for the evening. Tokoyami waved goodbye before announcing he was going back to his dorm. Soon after cleaning up, Jirou had done the same.
That following week of school went along normally with nothing out of the ordinary for Momo, aside from the afternoon where the class was met with Iida carrying a basket of pink clothes. Apparently someone had left a red sock at the machine he had used for washing all his white clothes. No one dared to even peep a laugh, for Iida was practically vibrating with concealed anger. Another mystery to add to their list.
Fortunately they didn’t have any homework that Friday night, so Momo was able to sleep early from being too exhausted from training her quirk earlier that day. Usually when she had no school work she would most likely be found hanging out with Jirou, but the girl had gone off towards the support item workshop after class.
The next morning, she had woken up a bit later than usual and was met with some of the early risers of the class and noticed something odd in the common room.
“Why is there a trail of red drops on the floor?” She asked aloud, confused not noticing any ketchup or the possible faint smell of red paint.
“Jirou came back from training with a cut on her arm.” Momo snapped her attention towards Ojiro eating pancakes at the mention of Jirou.
“Why didn’t she go see Recovery Girl? Or at least to the infirmary?”
“Tokoyami said she will go there after taking a nap. The clinic isn’t open till 10 and she looked very close to passing out from exhaustion.” Ojiro made sure to clarify that she would have passed out from lack of sleep and not from lack of blood, seeing that Momo was already uneasy.
Momo nodded along, her head going through every possible scenario as to what happened, most of them scarily negative.
“Thank you Ojiro, I think I will go upstairs and check on her.” She took about three steps until she heard him call her name, asking her to wait.
“Here’s some breakfast Bakugou made before going out on his run with Kirishima.” He handed her a plate of pancakes with berries. “It’s enough for two people.”
Momo thanked him once more before heading up to her beloved best friend's room.
There was no response when she first knocked on the door. She knocked again after waiting for a while, announcing she was letting herself in. The first thing Momo noticed was the messily thrown gym bag on the floor, with what looks like a long stick covered in cloth next to it and the spilled first aid kit . When she further examined the room, she noticed Jirou still clad in her training clothes sleeping peacefully on top of the covers of her bed.
Momo could honestly just stare at the sight in front of her. With Jirou’s hair messily scattered all around her, her head apparently missed the pillow. Her shirt had slightly ridden up, exposing her toned abdomen and belly button. Despite her small stature, her body was full of lean and strong muscles.
It seemed that Jirou practically threw herself to bed before having the chance to change or freshen up.
She was messily sprawled against her bed, her foot dangling at the edge, with some dirt and a few dots of dried blood on her clothes and Momo only had one word to describe it.
Jirou was absolutely perfect and god was Momo so gay.
She would’ve taken more time to admire her, but she knew she couldn’t. Not with that cut on her right arm resting across her torso, bleeding through the clumsily wrapped bandages. She assumed Jirou had a hard time wrapping the cut with only one available hand.
Momo took a deep breath, placing the food on the desk and reaching for the supplies that spilled from the first aid kit on the floor. Once she had gathered the supplies and a pan of clean water from the en-suite bathroom, she then decided to wake the sleeping girl up.
“Kyouka.” she softly called, taking a seat at the edge of the bed. No response.
She tried calling her name again, but there was still no response. For someone who has enhanced hearing, she sure is a deep sleeper.
“Kyouka, it’s time to wake up.” Momo gently nudged her shoulder. She watched as Jirou moved in her sleep, mumbling something under her breath.
“Kyouka, I need you to wake up sweetie.” This time she got a response.
Jirou groaned as she tried to reach for the pillow above her. “Ugh five more minutes.”
Momo giggled as she watched Jirou act like a tired kid, her eyes closing tighter as she was beginning to stretch. Her giggling intensified once she noticed her earphone jacks stretching as well.
When Momo calmed down, she was met with tired onyx eyes staring at her with confusion.
“Hi sleepy head, are you finally awake now?” She looked softly at the girl below her.
“Am I still dreaming?” Momo could feel her heart skip a tiny beat as she heard the deep hoarse voice coming from her best friend.
“W-what?” She stammered.
“Because you are the girl of my dreams.” Momo further flushed as Jirou continued to have that stupid smug look on her face, visibly proud of such a cheesy line.
It rarely happens, but when the short girl barely had any filter to cover her nerves, she would have a sudden spike of confidence to openly flirt with the girl she had been pining over for the last few months now.
Momo shook herself out of her thoughts, getting back to serious matters. “Kyouka, get up.”
The punk did not hesitate and followed orders. She watched as Jirou sat up, some of her messy hair sticking up, and positioned herself to lean against the backboard of her bed as she made more room for Momo to comfortably sit on.
“Momo what are you doing here?” Jirou yawned, as awake as she can ever be without caffeine.
“To clean your cut.” Momo stated like it was the obvious, as she carefully reached for the injured arm and placed it on her lap.
“Mo, you don’t have to clean it. I’m gonna go to Recovery Girl anyways when the clinic opens.” Despite having said that, Jirou did not make a move or reluctance from the gentle touch.
“Then indulge me, I don’t want your arm to get infected before then.”
Momo gently unwrapped the stained bandages around the arm and started to clean around it with a damp towel. At the corner of her sight, she could see Jirou barely flinch once the wound made contact with the towel.
They both stayed comfortably silent and watched as Momo put ointment on the wound, Jirou trying her best to hide her hisses of pain. Momo examined the wound more closely, it was a cut on the forearm. As she focused on the wound, she began to notice a new set of bruises that went along both her arms. She didn’t know what could have caused these injuries to this degree if Tokoyami and Jirou were just doing regular sparring. Did Tokoyami have bird claws the class didn’t know about?
Jirou could see Momo was thinking deeply about something, with the way her eyebrows scrunched together and her lips pressed together doing an unconscious little pout. It was adorable.
“Don’t worry too much Momo, it was just an accident and a clumsy move on my part.” Jirou reassured her softly.
“How did you get injured like this?” Momo asked as she looked at the girl in question.
Jirou considered lying and say she fell or tripped, but she was a horrible liar when it comes to Momo and her worried cat-like eyes staring right at her.
“Um, I accidentally let Tokoyami’s sword get too close to me.” Jirou continued as Momo stayed silent. “I was using a staff and had to adjust myself to use it properly.”
Jirou continued to explain that during that training session, she was able to practice with a staff this time after doing two rounds with an axe. She had lost her footing and accidentally let Tokoyami’s sword slide against the staff. She was only able to react quick enough to move her arm as the tip of the sword scratched against her skin. Luckily the wound wasn’t too deep, but it was still big enough for blood to drip every now and then. Tokoyami had apologized profusely and aided her as he offered her his extra towel to cover the wound as they went back to the dorms.
Jirou watched as Momo continued to stay silent. She could practically see the gears turning in her head. She swears she could place the moment where everything seemed to click in Momo’s head as her eyes widened.
“You fight with swords!?” Momo practically shouted, Jirou’s ear jacks flinched at the sudden volume.
Momo immediately corrected herself, whispering, “You fight with swords?”
“Um yeah, I mean it’s a good way to practice close combat.” Jirou sheepishly supplied, having forgotten to explain that tiny detail to Momo.
Once Momo fully processed and calmed down from the new information she began to ask many questions to the girl. Jirou thought it would be a disapproving question like “why are you fighting with swords?” or “why didn’t you tell me?” but she was surprised to hear that Momo’s voice was filled with excitement.
This went on for a few more minutes, Momo asking about Jirou’s fighting style and weapon preferences. Jirou happily answered all her questions, as Momo was bouncing with happiness after finding out more students enjoyed fighting with similar weapons as well. Jirou would honestly happily answer all her questions, as long as Momo was beaming with that bright smile she had on her face.
Once the initial excitement calmed down, Momo realized she completely forgot about the injured arm on her lap. Jirou giggled as Momo apologized repeatedly about forgetting about her injury, but she made sure to reassure the worried girl that she didn’t need to say sorry at all.
As the arm was now carefully and neatly wrapped, Momo asked the most important question.
“Kyouka, do you own a sword if you have been training to fight with it?”
If Momo noticed the way Jirou’s face started to slightly redden, she didn’t say anything.
Jirou thought for a moment about just blurting out something along the lines of “I kept the sword you made like the weirdo I am.” But she immediately shut that down and went for a more subtle route.
“Um, remember that time during the USJ incident when you, me and Kaminari were fighting villains at the mountain site?” She paused waiting for Momo to nod in affirmation.
“Do you also remember that it was mostly us two fighting while Kaminari was running around like an electric rodent?” Momo nodded again.
“Do you remember what we used to fight with?” Jirou asked slowly, silently praying that Momo would understand and not make her actually say it.
“Yes, I used a staff while you used the sword I made for you. Why do you ask?” Jirou mentally cursed at the adorable way Momo’s head tilted in confusion. She gave her a moment to connect the dots she was trying so hard to hint.
Unfortunately, Momo still remained lost.
Jirou subtly swallowed, trying to calm her nerves before she continued.
“Yeah um, that sword you gave me,” her earphone jacks were waving around nervously, “,that’s the one I own.”
As a response Momo only blinked at her, oblivious to the way Jirou’s head was basically booming with anxious thoughts.
What if she found it weird that I kept the sword for so long?
What if she finds it creepy?
Who even keeps something like that?
Some people keep keychains or magnets, but noooooo, I had to keep a whole ass sword as a souvenir from an attack we could’ve died in!!
She’s going to think I’m a creep isn’t she? Because keeping something she personally created before they even knew each other is completely appropriate.
She’s gonna notice that I’m a weirdo, that I am weird
Oh god please don’t quote that beanie guy now. Darn you Kaminari for making me watch riv-
“Isn’t that sword nearly broken by now?” Jirou was abruptly cut off from her thoughts with Momo’s elegant voice.
She remained silent trying to compose her head that was running a hundred miles per second.
“That sword was made months ago, and it certainly wasn’t perfectly made since I created it in the heat of battle. I am pretty sure it isn’t properly balanced.” Momo further explained, taking her silence as confusion.
“Um the sword is over there with my gym bag.” Jirou stupidly supplied. She didn’t even answer the question.
Momo turned towards the cloth wrapped around a long stick, which apparently was her sword. “May I?”
She reached to grab it after Jirou gestured she could. Momo brought the item to her lap and carefully unraveled the cloth.
There was no mistake that this was the sword she had hastily made at the start of the year, and was indeed still intact. The only significant difference was that it was damaged through extensive use. From the looks of it, the sword wouldn’t survive another battle.
Jirou nervously watched as Momo examined the sword with much more concentration than needed. As the silence went on, all those stupid thoughts came rushing back to her head making her internally freak out.
“Momo, are yo-“
“It's nearly broken.” Momo cut her off. “Will you be buying a new one?”
“I guess,” Jirou shrugged under Momo’s gaze.
“Tokoyami gave me the links to the shops he frequents a lot for this stuff.”
“Will you be buying one from them? Have you asked Mr. Aizawa for permission to go out and buy a sword?”
“No not yet, I’m deciding whether or not to buy a custom one or look for a design that’s similar to mine. But for now I will have to make do with Hatsume’s medieval collection.”
Jirou already knew that she wouldn’t even be able to buy a sword till the next month or so in order to save enough money, but it was good to have a plan.
Momo hummed thoughtfully before wrapping the sword again. She had mentally noted that she would need to study more on the art of sword making. As she carefully put the clothed weapon down, she grabbed the forgotten plate of pancakes and practically had to force Jirou to eat them as she kept insisting she wasn’t hungry.
Once they finished their pancakes through mindless chatter about random stuff, Momo let Jirou go back to her nap, promising she would be back in a few hours to escort Jirou to the clinic whether she liked it or not.
When Momo reached her dorm room, she immediately began to do research on swordsmanship and the art of it before dragging a freshly bathed and clothed Jirou to the clinic.
It was nearly noon when Mina, Kaminari, and Todoroki looked up from the tv screen to see Momo guiding an exhausted looking Jirou along on her shoulders.
“Yo, what happened to you?” Kaminari asked the walking zombie version of his best friend, pausing the game they were playing.
He was currently losing to Todoroki in super smash bros, despite the game being fairly new to the dual quirk user.
“Momo is acting like my personal nurse for the day and bribed me with breakfast in bed to go to the clinic.” Jirou slurred, having most of her energy drained by Recovery Girl’s quirk and stern lecture. They weren’t even sure if she knew who she was talking to with her eyes barely open.
“Kyouka,” Momo silently called as she avoided the stares from her peers, “let’s get you to bed sweetie.”
The trio watched the two girls head for the elevator with obvious confusion.
“Momo? Kyouka?” Denki was the first to speak. “How long were they on a first name basis?”
“Do you think they finally stopped pining over each other and confessed?” Mina followed with her own question.
“No, Yaoyarozu texted me earlier this morning ranting about the perfection that is Jirou Kyouka.” Todoroki easily replied, turning his attention to the screen.
He hit the play button and managed to remain unbothered as Denki panicked as he wasn’t ready to play so soon.
“They already act as if they are dating with all those sweet nicknames and those loving looks they give each other.” Mina pouted not caring she died again.
“For being smart students, they sure are hella stupid when it comes to their obvious pinning.” She dropped her console, staring at her avatar being second place.
“Do you think if we lock them in the closet will they confess sooner?” Denki asked, slouching at his spot on the floor.
“No, I don’t think so. Even shouting it to their faces wouldn’t work.” Mina sighed, as Denki loudly hummed in agreement.
“Quite frankly, it is rather infuriating that they do not see each other's obvious attraction towards the other.” Todoroki stated as he went to start a new game.
Both Mina and Kaminari pointedly ignored the fact that him and Midoriya were exactly the same.
Their friends were such idiots.
The whole of class 1-A were starting to gather for dinner, when they heard a noticeably embarrassed Jirou questioning an innocent acting Momo.
Apparently Jirou had found a package in front of her dorm, only to unravel a brand new custom sword for her. It was much more well balanced and looked to be professionally made compared to her last one. Immediately she knew where it came from once she further examined the handle.
“I apologize Jirou, but I have no idea what you are implying.” Momo awfully lied. She failed miserably to hide the small proud smile on her face as she watched Jirou sputter more.
“Mo, there was a matryoshka doll stamped at the handle of the sword.” Jirou firmly stated, visibly red at this point. “Who else could’ve given it to me?”
Momo would never admit it, but she thinks it’s hilarious how every time she would spend money or create something personally just for Kyouka, she would get extremely flustered.
“Maybe the sword fairy came to give you a new one? You know, like the tooth fairy.” Momo teasingly replied, before leaving a stunned Jirou to gather their dinner.
The rest of the meal, the class witnessed Jirou become too flustered to even make a single comment to either Bakugou or Kaminari as they argued over whether or not Kaminari can go back to the kitchen, and an extremely proud and self satisfied Momo eating her food happily.
How those two aren’t together yet is one of the biggest mysteries of Class 1-A.