Something I can’t get out of my head with AwaseMomo
When they’re around people, they’re pretty quiet. Yes, they talk to each other’s friends and are sociable, but they’re not as talkative as other couples.
When they're alone together doing normal things however, they cannot shut up. Typically it's Yaoyorozu nerding out over something and Awase goading her on, but it's just as likely for him to gush over something and her encouraging him.
But here’s the kicker: When they’re alone and loving, they are dead silent.
When they do anything romantic, they make zero noise. When they cuddle (or more), it's just their slow breathing, the rustling of sheets, and the sound of skin on skin.
When they have a moment, maybe a sentence is shared (Awase saying something so sappy it makes him cringe but she actually liked it and says it back), then they get on to loving each other in content silence, like they know exactly what to do.
Hell, they could be grocery shopping and geeking out over something and the moment their hands lock, the two of them are as quiet as a single mouse.
Todoroki wakes up after another vilian attack, but something is off. His classmate Kirishima Ejiro has been replaced with another student that was previously in class 1B. Not only that but something else is off. The way Endeavor's contact is now 'dad', his lost brother Toya is still alive and well at home. It was the wish young Todoroki had always dreamt of but somehow it feels wrong.
It was second period, so he made his way over to the classroom. All eyes on him as he entered the room, Aizawa was still teaching the lesson though. It could have been because he was too lazy stop the lesson, or he was too tired to register Todoroki had entered the class. Either way he made his way to his seat, when he noticed a student he hadn't seen before. He had black hair that was tied back with a blue bandana, and was sitting in Kirishima's seat. No one else in the class seemed to mind the new addition to the class, all focused on Aizawa's lesson.
Words: 1268, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: General Audiences
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
After getting into trouble Shouto Todoroki order by the courts to get therapy. He meets his therapist Momo Yaoyorozu and is instantly attracted to her. Will she be able to help him or will he bring her down with him.
Words: 1749, Chapters: 1/10, Language: English
Fandoms: 僕のヒーローアカデミア | Boku no Hero Academia | My Hero Academia
Rating: Mature
Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings
Warnings/Notes: This ficlet has mentions of PTSD symptoms.
Links: I won’t post them anymore since Tumblr’s going through lotsa weird things, but this fic is also available on AO3 (JuniRiceBall) and FFNet (Juni Onigiri). Thanks~
The sky is still dark when she steps out onto the concrete sidewalk and stretches her arms. She fills her lungs with cold air, feels the strain on the muscles of her torso as she bends from side to side. She continues to warm up, from her neck, arms, shoulders, trunk, legs, and once she’s done, she plugs her ears with her earphones, plays Vivaldi, and runs to the direction of the sunrise.
Yaoyorozu Momo doesn’t always wake up before the crack of dawn to run, but here she is, listening to the throb of her pulse and the thud of her footsteps against concrete, ponytail swishing in all directions behind her as she places one foot over the other mechanically. It’s something she’s discovered recently. There’s nothing but blissful silence in her mind as she concentrates on the empty road before her.
And silence--peaceful ones, not the eerie silence of dark nights and empty spaces, of dry heaves and poor appetites and guilt-ridden trains of thought--is what she badly needs right now. She finds herself biting her lower lip each time her mind wanders.
It’s nearing the end of summer, and even though it’s past five in the morning, light begins to break the dawn. The lamplights dim one by one as the UA campus is slowly bathed in sunlight. Soon she finds herself chasing the sun and the points in the sky where the most intense oranges and pinks begin to bloom.
She slows down her pace and glances at her smart watch. She’s a little surprised to see that she’s been running for forty-five minutes without stopping--a grand total of six thousand five hundred and thirty steps over 6.7 kilometers. It’s only then that she notices how out of breath she is and how her legs suddenly feel like rubber.
The beginnings of nausea begin to irritate her throat. She knows that she probably overdid it today. Well, it’s a Saturday, at least she can spend the rest of the time resting in her room and trying in vain to sleep despite the nightmares she’s sure to have. She unplugs her ears free of the classical music blaring out from them and hears thudding footsteps from a distance.
Curious, she looks up. The figure comes from the opposite direction of her run, and she’s temporarily blinded by the sunlight coming from behind it.
“Yaoyorozu?” the figure asks in between huffs.
She sees strong, steely eyes and zigzags within a mess of spotty colours before she recognizes who it is. “Awase-san…”
Awase Yosetsu slows down into an awkward half-jog as he regards Momo with an odd look in his eyes. He’s taking ragged breaths, and judging by how drenched in sweat his UA shirt is, he must have been running for a while too. “You’re up early,” he tells her a little uneasily.
“I can say the same for you,” Momo replies with a little awkward laugh. “I didn’t know you ran around here as well, Awase-san.”
The lanky boy shrugs. “I only started running recently,” he tells her flatly, like it’s something unimportant and trivial. Maybe. His voice is a little fuzzy when he speaks, and Momo isn’t sure of how his face looks like, with all the spots of light dancing around him. But she doesn’t have the energy to think of how strange this is, until she feels a strong hand on her shoulder and sees steely eyes staring back at her with concern.
“Hey. Are you okay, Yaoyorozu?” she hears him say. Thick eyebrows under red and blue and purple zigzags knit together. The static doesn’t go away.
“Hm? I’m fine,” she breathes--and realizes then how out of breath she sounds. “I just--probably need to sit down--”
She feels her body fall limply to the ground, and something made of solid muscle break her fall. She’s slumping against something warm and damp, and the smell of salt and musk fills her nostrils.
“Damn--your blood sugar’s crashing---” she hears Awase’s voice within the static in her head. She’s being dragged someways to her left, probably, and she feels herself lolling as she’s placed on a cold stone bench, still damp with morning dew.
There’s a clicking sound somewhere, and Momo feels her head being tilted back as a cool, odd-tasting liquid flows through her lips and inside her mouth. As her tongue recognizes the mildly sweet taste, she feels the haze in her head dissipate. When she comes to, she finds herself staring into a bottle of Pocari Sweat and Awase’s worried face up close.
“So, um. Are you feeling better now?” His face is red, probably from the run. Momo’s close enough to see the lines of the capillaries on his cheeks.
“Yes,” she breathes back. The spotty colors in her vision organize themselves more sensibly now. The sky’s bright blue above his spiky head, and she sees the olive green of his eyes.
“Okay. That’s good.” He’s really close. He’s holding on to her face, mumbling something about the color finally coming back to her as he looks at the flesh under her eyes. He pushes some strands of her hair back, the ones sticking to her face, and she feels the calluses on his hands as he does so. So many odd sensations in her chest, swimming in her belly, but she isn’t sure if it’s just nausea at this point. She doesn’t understand very quickly what’s going on, just that her face is beginning to feel really warm.
He probably feels how warm it is, since he slowly pulls back his hand from her red face. She’s a little embarrassed, true, but her mind’s too busy struggling to keep up with reality that she doesn’t move her head back. He clears his throat. “You almost fainted back there. You haven’t been eating well at all, haven’t you?”
“No, I haven’t…” Momo answers softly. She isn’t alert enough to lie at this point. Semi-consciously, she curls her soft arms around her belly, where there’s barely any fat left from how little she’s been eating these past few weeks.
“Doesn’t look like you’ve been sleeping, either.”
“Not at all, no.”
She hears him exhale softly. His breath is also warm, and she feels it on the skin of her cheek. “Yeah, me neither.”
She tries to process his words and only succeeds at blinking at him when she sees that he’s standing up and holding out his hand.
“Awase-san?”
She doesn’t immediately move, only stares dumbly at the hand that had carressed her face all over. Perhaps, upon staring at the odd look on her face, he makes an amused noise. “You can stand up now, right? Or do I have to weld myself to you again?”
She knows that he’s just teasing--there’s a playful glint to his eyes as he grins at her sudden inability to speak. She turns red the next moment when he takes the initiative by reaching out for her hand instead.
He doesn’t weld his hand onto hers, contrary to his little joke, but his grip on her is strong and sure. All it takes is a tug of one strong arm and Momo is up on her feet. She’s a little taller than him, true, but she feels a little smaller, a little more delicate when his other arm shoots out to make sure she’s steady enough to stand on her own.
“Okay, you’re good,” Awase says with a comforting smile, when he’s sure that Momo won’t collapse like the final stages of a Jenga game. “Let’s go.”
She makes a little surprised noise as the spiky-haired boy leads her by the hand in the direction opposite to the dorms. Confused, she stares at the receding faces of Heights Alliance before looking at the back of his broad shoulders. “Awase-san, where are we going?”
He hums a little before answering, “Gotta make sure you eat something before you go home, Yaoyorozu. I don’t want you crashing on your way back to the 1-A dorm.”
“... all right,” she relents weakly, focusing her eyes instead on their hands, linked naturally and hanging in the space between them. She doesn’t know if he’s doing it because he’s worried that she might fall over herself again, but he doesn’t show signs of loosening his grip.
It’s surprisingly… not unpleasant. In fact, Momo squeezes his hand a little, as if to make sure that she’s awake and alert this time, and she feels him squeeze back.
Soon, they reach one of the cafes within the campus. It’s one of the smaller ones that Momo’s always wanted to try, but was too shy to ask anyone to come with her -- she just knew that she’d look overexcited about trying something that was mundane for others, but entirely new to her, and she really doesn’t want to be called a ‘boujee’ again.
Luckily, Awase doesn’t seem to know about all that. He pulls out a chair for her, makes sure that she’s nice and settled before telling her not to move while he orders for the both of them at the counter. He doesn’t even give her a chance to offer paying for anything before he turns his back on her.
She tries to keep her head from spinning as she ponders upon the surreal turn of events of that morning, from almost collapsing on the street, to being rescued, to holding hands with a boy all the way to a cafe and even being treated to breakfast… by the same boy.
She shakes her head. No, it’s only a coincidence that it somehow suddenly sounds like a date. Yet the idea’s implanted in her head, and it suddenly becomes a struggle to keep her face from looking too much like an overheated tomato when Awase comes back with a tray of their breakfast…
No, scratch that, make that two trays. Awase has welded his hands underneath each one, stacked with sausages, pancakes, omelets, and croissants on one and coffees and two slices of chocolate cake on the other. She feels her jaw drop as he un-welds the trays and place them all in front of her.
“I heard from Kendo that you need to eat a lot for your quirk,” is all he says when she gives him a questioning look.
“But Awase-san, I can’t just accept all of this… At least let me pay--”
“No, don’t,” he tells her flatly, sinking into the seat across her without a second thought. “I figured it’s about time someone treated you to something other than the other way around, right?”
She makes a sound of refusal again, but all Awase does is hand her a fork. He doesn’t move it from in front of her, and even starts munching on a sausage nonchalantly until she relents.
She supposes it’s a good thing that she eventually accepts his offer, because she doesn’t realize how hungry she is until the tastes of meat and butter and sweet, sweet syrup flood her mouth. Before she knows it, she’s closing her eyes, impassioned by the marvelous medley of flavors in her mouth. As she swallows down bite after bite, she feels her energy returning to her, like a fully charged battery.
It’s only when she daintily swallows the last bit of pancake and sees Awase’s amused stare from across her that she realizes that she hasn’t eaten like this in a while. “Kendo wasn’t kidding,” he says with a grin.
She flushes a little as she takes a tiny sip of coffee. “Kendo-san isn’t the type to make jokes about things like this. Please don’t tease me,” she says, with as much dignity as one can muster after they’ve polished off the equivalent of three breakfasts in one sitting.
“I’m not teasing you,” Awase says, as he pushes one of the chocolate cake slices closer to her. “I’m relieved, actually. If you didn’t finish it, I’d have to eat all of that myself.”
She stares at the cake curiously. At the risk of being impolite, she ponders about asking him if it’s a normal, middle-class thing to eat cake for breakfast, like he’s doing now at his side of the table. “Why would you say that?”
He hums again and wipes dark brown crumbs from the corner of his mouth. “I dunno. When I saw you running at an insanely early hour like I was, I was sure that we had the same problem.”
She tilts her head curiously. He isn’t looking at her, but there’s a pensive look in his eyes when she asks, “The same problem?”
He sighs, rubs the back of his neck awkwardly. He sounds reluctant when he finally answers, “You know… problems sleeping. Eating. Getting back to normal. Things like that…”
“Oh,” Momo answers not-so-eloquently, flustered that he’s able to describe the troubles of the past week to her so succinctly. Have her sleepless nights and early mornings been apparent to everyone else? Has she lost so much weight that even the students from the neighboring sections noticed too?
And she wants to slap herself, because of course she isn’t the only one suffering from the incident. Now that Awase has admitted that much to her, she begins to notice the dark circles around his eyes, and how leaner he looked since their time in the forest. And suddenly it’s clear to her why he had happened to be there too, when she almost fell on the street.
A strange surge of honesty wells up within her, and she couldn’t stop the words from tumbling out her mouth the next moment. “I have nightmares, Awase-san,” she says, her voice cracking like eggshells under a slab of heavy concrete. “Of the forest and of Camino ward and of the dark. Most of the time, I die--like, I feel the blood leave my forehead and my stomach, I actually feel gunshots and stab wounds and fire razing my skin. I see bodies around me after I’ve died, and I know all of them. Midoriya-san, Iida-san, Todoroki-san and Kirishima-san… Sometimes, Bakugou-san is there too, and--”
She feels a hand on hers, just as she feels traitorous hot tears stain her cheeks. She looks up at Awase, who only nods and keeps the connection between them. She continues.
“S-sometimes though, I don’t die,” she says, her voice dropping an octave, heavy with guilt. “Sometimes, I’m alive, a worthless girl who can’t use her legs or her brain, and… and Awase-san…”
An ugly, undignified sound wants to escape from her throat. She clasps her mouth shut with her free hand.
“Hey.” Awase’s voice tries to be comforting as he squeezes his hand over hers. But she doesn’t have the courage to look into his eyes, not when she remembers how close to death the two of them were because she was too weak to run. Her nightmares have reminded her time and again about that terrible fact.
“Yaoyorozu, I can’t imagine what you guys have been through, but…” There’s hesitation in his voice too, when he finally speaks, and Momo also feels his struggle to find the right words to say. “You’re not the only one, okay? I get them too. Believe me.”
A weird sound comes out of his throat, something that sounds both like an awkward laugh and a sigh. Momo looks up at him and sees his unreadable expression. “That is, I mean… sometimes I wake up and wonder if I was really able to get us out of that forest alive, you now. You have no idea how… how scared I was--I am, still, how close we got, how I wasn’t able to do anything else for you--”
“Awase-san…”
“But, you know--I’m not saying that it’s just a dream, that it’s not fucked up that this kinda shit happens in the first place, but…” There’s still something unreadable in his eyes, momentarily shadowed by the oversized headband on his forehead as he taps his fingers against his arm and searches the surface of the table for some semblance of clarity. Momo’s able to see that there are deep eye bags under his dark eyes as well, clear evidence of the same nightmares that have been plaguing her for the past few nights.
“But,” he finally manages, looking at her straight in the eye, “no matter how fucked up my dreams are… when I see you in the morning in your classroom next door, I know that they’re just dreams.”
He gives her a small smile then, something gentle and full of relief, somehow full of gratitude that she isn’t dead, that she’s there in front of him, just breathing. Just existing. Momo is made aware again of the feel of his rough hand on hers when it lingers there for a few more moments before he pulls back, and she feels the chill of empty air.
“So… yeah… I know what I said probably don’t mean much, since I’m not a shrink and all, but--”
Momo probably isn’t thinking very critically when she cuts off Awase quite rudely by reaching over the table and embracing him fully. But she doesn’t feel as ashamed as she ought to, not when she’s able to feel how warm and very much alive he is, and how loudly his pulse is suddenly throbbing against her ear, and how he awkwardly gives in to the hug eventually. She inhales, and she takes in the sweet smell of the chocolate cake he’s eaten just moments before.
“Awase-san… thank you,” she tells him very honestly after they pull apart.
He blushes quite furiously and is still visibly astonished when he forms a reply. It’s quite endearing. “Y… yeah. It’s nothing.” He clears his throat and again, pushes the chocolate cake closer to her side of the table. “Anyway… eat up, won’t you? I don’t want you crashing on me again. Don’t make it a habit.”
She laughs easily at this. “I’ll try not to. But I think I won’t crash, since you fed me so much! Besides… cake for breakfast?”
He shrugs. “I like sweets. And you look like you do, too.”
So maybe it isn’t a normal thing to have cake for breakfast, after all. Nothing about what had happened these past few days was normal and fine. The things that happened this morning isn’t normal either, but at least the two of them are alive and well and trying to make things better for each other.
Awase is staring at her with that piercing gaze of his, until she reaches out for her fork and takes a nice, sweet bite.
Awase decided to plan a double date with Momo, the cute girl he carried during the camp fight.
Kosei wasn’t too happy about being set up with the girl who put him in the ‘jail’... then he saw her
