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The setting sun lights yellow and orange hues on everything it touches. All Might sensei had just dismissed the class, and most of the tired students of Class 1-A started returning to their classroom while the others stayed for further training (which was permitted by their teacher). Among the first to enter the room was Momo. The raven-haired girl was practically dragging herself up the stairs but corrected her posture. What would one think of her when they see her slouching form? What would her mother think? She was a lady; she would not slump.
Finally reaching her destination, she makes a beeline to her seat in the far back corner. A light breeze reminds her of her open gym wear. Has she been so exhausted that she forgot to close it? Oh my... Momo reached the bottom, where the zipper was, but paused when she saw her grape-like-haired classmate stare with a disgusting look on his face. "Yaoyorozu, just let me get a touch of those boobs. Just one touch," Minoru said, voice trembling with excitement as his hands tried to reach her. Huffing, the girl in question puts her hands on her hips, reprimanding the boy. "Mineta-san! That's highly inappropriate of you to say. In school grounds no less." But he still keeps approaching, her words falling on deaf ears.
"M-Mineta-san! Please, that's..." Momo's voice turns exasperated. Making haste, Momo quickly zips up her uniform while moving sideward to avoid Minoru. Out of her peripheral vision, she sees her other classmates file in the room, but it doesn't register as she's busy with the current situation. She considers making a weapon to whack some sense into the boy but dismisses the thought as soon as it appears. She can't hit a fellow student, especially in front of others. Lost in her thoughts on what to do, Momo continues walking backward until she feels something under her shoe. To her utter horror, it was one of Minoru's sticky mogi balls. Fumbling with her shoe, she gasps as the perverted fellow hero-in-training is near.
"Mineta!" The creation hero hears Ochaco shout from the door, her foot free from the stuck shoe. After a step backward, Momo hits something hard. And it all happens in an instant.
"Oh! I'm- ah!" With a surprised yelp, the floor suddenly feels cold and slippery. Two steady hands - one on her arm and one on the back of her waist - wrap themselves around her. Her grasped arm was in the air, and the other desperately clutched to the shelves. Heterochromatic eyes meet hers, blinking owlishly.
Momo straightens in an instant, "O-Oh! I'm so sorry, Todoroki-san." She stands up and takes her hands off him, but his hands are still on her arm and waist. "Uh, right... Sorry." As if realizing it, he takes his hands off, and a flicker of flame flares up his cheek. It was barely noticeable, but oh boy, did he notice it.
"Lucky bastard..." Minoru grumbles before returning to his seat. Well, not without an earful from Tenya. Turning to her seatmate once again, Momo gives him a small smile. "Thank you, Todoroki-san." For what, she's not sure herself. Maybe she was sure, but her flaming cheeks were distracting her from thinking straight. Shouto stares at her for a moment before humming and nodding in response.
He's thankful she doesn't notice his reddening ears.