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Momo admired many people in her class. She admired Uraraka’s unwavering determination and kindness to others, or Todoroki’s ability to stay calm and keep a steady head in even the most stressful situations, not to mention his incredible quirk. They were strong and they knew it, confident in their abilities and themselves. Momo couldn't help but envy that.
These students in Class 1-A along with a few others proved to be true heroes, fighting for what's right no matter the cost, all with a smile. She knew they’d go places and maybe even become pros someday. The thought made her smile as she pictured her friends as symbols of light that could cut through the dark.
Still none of these people quite caught her eye like Bakugou.
She hadn't the slightest clue about why she was intrigued by him, he was everything she wasn't. Overconfident, brave, aggressive and extremely loud. He was a force to be reckoned with, the second he walked (or rather stomped) in he made his presence known to all unfortunate enough to anger him, which was almost everyone.
Everyone but Momo.
He was much kinder- if not threatening to kill her could be considered kind- and more...relaxed? She didn’t know why or how, but when he was around her, he was less hot headed to the people around them. Sometimes he even started conversations with her. It was a pleasant surprise to her, but she indulged him nonetheless. Something about the way he talked to her made her want to know him more.
“Oi, Ponytail.” He said one afternoon, catching Momo’s attention, she turned around to see him, not needing to force a polite smile to her face. She was kind of happy to see him- the nickname could use some work, though.
“Hello, Bakugou! May I help you?” She inquired. He grumbled something under his breath and the tips of his ears turned pink. She hummed in question and cocked her head. “Is everything alright? I can’t understand if you mumble.” She commented worriedly.
“I said do you wanna hang out or something?” He yelled, catching the attention of students and staff alike, Bakugou practically bristled at the eyes lingering on him and the red in his cheeks bloomed. “The hell are all of you extras looking at, huh?!” He roared, his hands twitching. Some people squeaked and fled the scene, though a few stayed behind and watched his outburst.
Momo tapped his shoulder, trying to compose herself and disguise the light anxiety she felt at him drawing so many gazes at them. “It’s quite alright, Bakugou, I’m glad you asked! Do you have any specific place in mind to go to?” She said calmly and he seemed to simmer down at her words, as if he were a candle and she snuffed out the raging fire that was his temper.
Bakugou looked at his shoes and shoved his hands into his pockets, a pout on his scrunched up face. “Tch. Whatever, as long as it doesn’t involve shitty Deku or that IcyHot bastard then I’m fine.” He grunted. Momo smiled brightly, unsure of why her heart skipped at the idea of being near him. He just invited her to hang out, is all.
“Great! I have a spectacular tea place in mind,” she said eagerly. He raised an arched eyebrow and curled his lip, but she caught a spark of interest in his eyes.
“Sure.” He mumbled, shifting on his feet. Without thinking, Momo took his hand from his pocket and clasped it, noticing the obvious blush on his face.
“Wonderful! Oh, and Bakugou?” She began as he retracted his palms and crossed his arms.
“Katsuki.” He replied.
“Huh?”
“My name. I want you to call me by name, okay?” He scoffed, seeming awfully embarrassed. It was cute, she mused to herself.
She giggled at his request and nodded. “Alright, Katsuki, yet I think it’s only fair if you call me Momo.” His shoulder tensed at that but gave in, looking off to the side.
“Momo.” He tried out, she felt an odd tingly feeling in her stomach when he said her name. Gosh, what was up with her today?
“Right then! I was going to ask if you liked tea,” she continued, the two of them beginning to walk down the hallways.