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If someone told Momo that she would be in a polyamorous relationship with her entire class in 1-A, she wouldn’t laugh at you. Or tell you that you’re mad. No, she’s been raised with the mannerisms of a princess. To laugh at someone would be rude. On the inside, however, she could help but think that you were either drunk or high. Because how in the world could Yaoyorozu Momo be in a polyamorous relationship? Not that she thinks it’s bad, or that she isn’t open to it, it’s just that, she couldn’t imagine it being possible. Especially with her guarded environment and her aims of being a top hero. She just didn’t think it was possible.
And yet, here she was, snuggled up with her partners, a cup of tea in her hands, watching the sunrise, feeling like nothing in the world was wrong, there were no villains, no people meaning harm. There was just them, and the love they shared.
It was time for another summer camp, and people were looking forward to it. True, most others would be wary, given what happened the year before, but to them, to class 2-A, it had become a daily occurrence, and even if they did get attacked again, they would be prepared. They had grown more than any other batch of students had in a year, and they worked perfectly in sync now.
And besides, nothing could ever damp their spirits. They would fight, get injured and stand right back up, ready as ever to face what was in front of them.
This time it was a hill that was chosen for the summer camp. There was a forest at its base, but they were higher up. They were staying in a villa, and it was comfortable. Boys were staying on the ground floor while the girls stayed on the top. That, however, did not stop from people waking up in other’s arms in the morning. And though Momo and Tenya should probably scold them, they themselves had woken up cuddling one morning. It would make her a hypocrite.
And Momo was secretly glad. Glad that she could feel the warmth of her lovers beside her. Glad that she knew that they were safe in her arms. Glad they were here, and above all, happy with her.
It was the fourth morning that she had woken up before everyone else. She had woken up alone and in a cold sweat, nightmares still haunting her. Nightmares that included the war against the Paranormal Liberation Front. Blood was all she remembered when she woke up, and she could not close her eyes without remembering it. A quick look at the alarm clock on the bedside table showed 4:12 am. Katsuki and Izuku wake up at 6:30 am and their training this year doesn’t start until 8:30 am. Momo suspects that Aizawa sensei knows about their nightmares, insomnia, anxiety, the whole list. This is why he lets them wake at 7:30 am she believes. He’s a huge softie, Momo knows, despite what he shows. A true dad to the whole class.
“Too early,” mutters, getting out of bed. It would be useless to try and go to sleep. So she opens her bag and brings out a container of tea. Her door creaks open far too loudly than she’d like. She hopes no one had woken up at that. She tiptoes down the hallway, making sure not to make noise. The kitchen was on the first floor. Right in front of the stairs is a huge balcony, and the view ahead of that was, for lack of better words, gorgeous.
Blue sky with white clouds floating around like cotton. Light green hills, with darker forests at its base. The sun had not yet risen, but from what Momo had heard about this place, it looked like a diamond when it did. Too bad none of them had seen it yet. She hoped she could catch it today. She had half a mind to call the others, but then stopped knowing fully well how exhausting training had been the day before, not to mention that the number of people who had slept late because of a multitude of reasons.
She walked to the kitchen and set to make the tea. Making tea was an art, it all depended on temperature, the right amount and the way the leaves danced indicating they were ready. Momo had perfected it at the age of twelve when she had finally been allowed in the kitchen. She grabbed a cup from the cupboard, the one that had a large strawberry drawn in the front. It was cute. She poured her tea once it was done, and stood on the balcony. The first sip of the tea warmed her. This is what she loved about tea. It warmed her inside-out every time. She was halfway through her cup when a sleepy voice called her.
“Momo?” She turned around to see a sleepy-eyed Izuku, whose hair was more of a mess than it normally was. She called him sunshine, she strongly believed him to be the sunshine of 2-A. Spirit as brilliant as the sun, but still soft and kind. “Momo, why are you up so-so early,” he asked, yawning. He must’ve just woken up. “Oh nothing sunshine, just bad dreams,” she replied walking over to him and pulling him in a side-hug. He immediately wrapped his arms around her waist, laid his head on her shoulders and almost drifted off immediately, far too sleepy to even understand what she said. “Oh Izuku,” she laughed softly, pressing a kiss to his hair, “let’s take you to bed, shall we?”
“Mm no, stay here, comfortable,” he slurred. She laughed again. This boy always did something to her. Everything about him. He was their star, and Momo knows that without him, none of them would be where they are. She places the cup on the small coffee table on the balcony, freeing her hand to run it through his hair. It was soft and fluffy, and the little curve of his lips made it worth it. He was beautiful, and Momo could never get enough of telling him that. She sat down on the chair beside the table and pulled him on her lap. He snuggled into her immediately, being shorter than she was. She loved him so much, loved all of them so much, sometimes she felt like she might not be able to contain all of it. She pressed kisses to his face, silently thanking the universe.
A pair of arms wrapped themselves around her neck. Slender hands, with nails, painted a shade of purple she had chosen. Their owner nuzzled his cheeks against her, then kissed her cheeks. “Kisses only for him, mon amour? What about the rest?”
Momo blushed. She would still get flustered when showed affection like that. She couldn’t help it, for there were butterflies dancing in the pits of her stomach when he spoke next to her ear. She turned and pressed a kiss to her cheek, and the blush she got in return made her laugh. “Yuuga,” she crooned, “can it ever be that I will not have enough kisses to spare for the rest of my loves? And you’re up early, what happened?” She knew that question was a bad choice the moment the glint in his eyes dimmed. She peppered kisses to his cheeks while whispering, “bad dreams, love?” The nod she got in return made her heartbreak a little. “Me too, love.”
He hid his face in her shoulders, while she stroked his hair. Now she had two of her boys with her, one sleeping peacefully in her lap, the other who needed comfort. She looked in front of her. The sky had brightened a lot, and the sun would rise soon. It gave her an idea.
“Yuuga, can you help me call the others?” she asked. He looked at her questioningly. “I wanna see the sunrise with them,” she answered. He brightened at that, and nodded, then ran off to call them. Once he left, she kissed Izuku’s forehead, whispering to him to wake up. He woke and blinked a few times. Momo thought she could die out of how adorable he was. She peppered kisses to his face, then picked him up. He let out a small yelp at that, which made her laugh. She put him down on the chair. “Stay here, ok sunshine? I’ll bring the others. We’ll watch the sunrise today. It’s very beautiful,” she told him, her voice soft. He nodded at that. She left him to go upstairs and call the girls.
It took some time to get them all together since Mina and Tohru wouldn’t wake up, neither would Denki and Hanta. Katsuki almost attacked Yuuga, he told her later, thinking he was a villain. The rest got up without much trouble. So here they were, on the balcony, huddled together to watch the sunrise. It was supposed to happen around 5:15 am, and it was 4:55 am by the time everyone had gathered. Momo had Izuku and Mina on her sides, and Yuuga at her back, his arms wrapped around her. Tsu was wrapped up in a blanket in Mezou’s arms. It was too cold for her, and she was still sleeping. They would wake her up just before the sunrise. Everyone else was awake, chatting away softly, cuddled together in small blankets and exchanging small kisses. “Momo, when did you wake up?” Ei questioned from his place, his head resting on Ochako’s shoulders. “You even made tea, though it’s gone all cold? Should I warm it up?” He asked. “Bless his soul,” Momo thought. But before she could answer, Mashi spoke up. “Eiji, you managed to set water on fire once. Please let ‘Suki or Momo do it,” he said, his voice teasing. Eiji bit his tongue and smiled, while some people snickered. Momo couldn’t help the snicker that left her either. “It’s ok, don’t worry I’ll do it. Here pass me the cup,” she said, extending her hand out. He passed the cup to her and she stood up to warm up the tea. “Anyone wants tea?” she asked, which met a collective no. She warmed her tea and came back, sitting down in her spot. Izuku, Yuuga and Mina immediately latched onto her again.
It was around fifteen minutes later that the sun rose. Tsu had been woken up, and now she was sitting in Mezou’s arms while petting dark shadow. And Momo was right, the view was beautiful.
The sun rose, glinting like a diamond against the pretty blue sky. The light was sharp, and the clouds looked like they had been painted with gold. It was breathtaking. She heard the collective “wow” that left their lips and smiled. When she tore her eyes from the scene before her, she saw something that made her heart swell up. All her loves, bathed in golden sunlight, looking like works of art. “It really is beautiful ma chérie,” Yuuga whispered from behind her, nuzzling in her shoulders. And Momo agrees. Not only because of the scene before her, but because of the people beside her, who have her heart. People she loved with more love than she thought she had in herself.
Momo Yaoyorozu was happy. She had her lovers beside her, safe and sound and happy. There was nothing wrong in this world she felt, nothing to break them apart, no burning forests, no kidnapped classmates. No, they were here, watching the prettiest sunrise they had ever seen. She wished this time never ended, hoped that they would never face any sadness in her and please, please, they never separate from her. For they were not only her classmates anymore, but they were her loves, people she wanted, needed to stay alive. If it meant fighting the whole world, then she wouldn’t back down from it either.