need to give the girls some love, it's been a minute
ft. Uraraka, Yaoyorozu, Jiro, Mina
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Uraraka-
You felt your world stop when you watched a villain knock her back like she was an insect and hit the wall. You were frozen, staring at her body, trying to process if she was breathing, what you should do, and if you should neutralize the threat first or get to her first.
Your body decided for you as you yelled her name and your legs propelled you towards her. You dropped to your knees, careful of your hand placements, not wanting to injure her further. She grits her teeth, “I’m okay, I’m okay.” She rasps out. You shake your head. “You don’t look okay! What hurts?” She sits herself up and grabs your hand.
“I’m okay, go finish this.” You search her eyes, but all you see is that same determination in her eyes that you fell for so long ago. You quickly lean down and peck her lips, saying you will be right back. You return to the fight with a new determination in you to finish it quickly so you can go back to her.
When the villain was subdued, you didn’t wait a second more and turned back around to see her already standing. You rush over, and she wraps her arms around you. Immediately, your hands find her back, and you are careful not to squeeze her, still not knowing how injured she is, but wanting to ground yourself that she is standing. “Don’t scare me like that again.” You mumble, you feel her smile in the crook of your neck. “No promises.”
Yaoyorozu-
The two of you got separated from the rest of the group when the attack hit. It came out of nowhere when you were out with your friends from UA, just wanting to hang out on a rare day off and catch up. When the blast hit, you automatically grabbed Momo and pulled her to you, facing your back towards the blast and shielding her. When you determined both of you were alright, your hero instincts kicked in, no longer two people dating- but two people that needed to vanquish a threat.
One of the things you always adored was how easily you could work with Momo. Your quirks complemented each other as she could create things that could further the range of your quirk, and she was quick on her feet to think of solutions to problems, a stark difference from when you first met her. You two moved in sync as you took down villains that came out of nowhere and tried to make your way back to your friends.
Neither of you saw it, too wrapped up in the enemy ahead of you, but when a whip-like weapon came around her waist and yanked her, she could only yell your name before being flung and slammed down on the ground. You saw her cough and wince, you saw the little gasp of pain that escaped her, and then you saw red. You pushed yourself to the max to vanquish the villains around the two of you, your only thoughts being getting to her, to make sure she is okay.
When you reach her, she is awake and alert, letting you know that she is okay. You scan her body anyway, checking her for injuries and asking her questions about her hitting her head and if she seems disoriented. She grabs your hand, bringing it to her lips and kissing it. “I’m okay.” She says again. You sigh, still not fully believing her, but you help her to her feet. You glance over her one last time to make sure you didn’t miss anything. She grips your hand and starts to pull you along. “We don’t have time for you to fret over me; we need to make sure our friends are okay.”
Jiro-
You love how feisty and determined Jiro is; it was actually the first thing you ended up liking about her. The way she wouldn't take shit from anyone and worked hard in order to be the best hero she can be. You learned, however, that sometimes she speaks before thinking and causes trouble for herself. Normally, it’s harmless, and she just gets embarrassed for what she says, but this time- it causes her to get hurt and you have basically a heart attack.
The two of you were responding to a call about a villain with hostages. Getting the hostages to safety was the number one priority, and using her quirks, you two were able to successfully get them out and now had to subdue the villain. Jiro, being Jiro, comments to antagonize the villain. The reaction was instant; the villain, using his quirk, which manipulates the air around him, is able to blast air towards Jiro and send her flying back.
You yell her name, already running towards her as you watch her body slam against the wall, cracking the drywall behind her from how hard she got it. Her head slumps forward, and you immediately pull her into your arms. “This is why you need to think before you speak.” You mutter, but your eyes are filled with concern and worry. Her eyes crack open, and she smirks at you- “It was funny though.” She winces when she goes to laugh. You tell her that you will be right back and quickly and efficiently subdue him. Not wasting time telling the police outside its safe to enter as you make your way back to your girlfriend.
you carry her outside, against her protests that she can walk. Making your way to a medic, you tell them that you think she hit her head and took a pretty rough hit. “Tsk, it wasn't that hard- you are just overprotective.” You roll your eyes, but your hand never leaves hers. “The drywall cracked, Jiro and you are 100 pounds soaking wet, I would say that’s pretty hard.” She scans your face, and then a genuine small smile hits her face. “You were actually scared.” You lean down and kiss her forehead “You are going to be the reason I go into cardiac arrest one day.”
Mina-
She gets injured during a training fight, and she tries to play it off with her usual bubbly grin, insisting she’s “totally fine.” But the way she winces when she tries to stand makes your stomach drop. You’re at her side immediately, fussing over her despite her teasing comments. Even then, she secretly loves how worried you get. Your eyes scan over her body as your hands grip her arms, telling her she should be more careful.
She tells you that she was just sore for the rest of the day, but when you watch her over the course of the next few days, you notice that she is still wincing, still moving slowly, and having a hard time bending down. You say something to her, but she brushes you off, smiling and kissing your lips. She knows how you worry about her. You worry anyway.
After almost a week, you are tired of it. You demand that her show you her mid section, to show you where she is hurting because you know that she still is. She tries to play it off again, but you grab her upper arms and makes her look at you. “Stop making me worry and just show me.” You tell her. She lets out a little huff of defeat before lifting her shirt- showing the nasty bruise on her skin on her right side. You make her take it extra easy the next few days and even making her ice her side, giving her pain relivers to also help.
When she’s finally back on her feet, Mina promises to be more careful, but you both know she’s still a firecracker at heart. Still, she tries a little harder to avoid reckless moves, remembering the fear in your voice when you ran to her. She gives you a bright, confident smile and tells you she’ll always come back to you. And you believe her, because she always does.
summary: momo yaoyorozu x f!reader as academic rivals with an ornate tension that spirals out of control until something snaps in both of them...
warning/s: kissing, wlw, fluff!
w/c: 3.2k~
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From the moment Momo Yaoyorozu transferred into Class 1-A, the two of you were locked in silent combat.
It wasn’t loud. It wasn’t dramatic shouting matches or petty sabotage. It was worse—perfectly polite, razor-edged, passive-aggressive warfare delivered with smiles and carefully chosen words. The class had placed bets on when one of you would finally snap.
You were both terrifyingly intelligent. Where Momo excelled in encyclopedic knowledge, creation strategy, and refined analysis, you thrived in adaptive thinking, pattern recognition under pressure, and unorthodox solutions. Your grades traded first and second place like a pendulum, and neither of you could stand it.
The rivalry began in Foundations of Heroics.
“An excellent presentation, Yaoyorozu,” you said after she delivered a flawless twenty-minute breakdown of tactical resource management, complete with created visual aids. “Though I noticed your model assumes villains will behave predictably. Real-world chaos tends to laugh at perfect plans.”
Momo smiled serenely, folding her hands. “Thank you, Y/N. I find that thorough preparation minimizes the need to rely on… unpredictable instincts. Perhaps you could incorporate more structured frameworks in your next analysis. I’d be happy to lend you my notes.”
The rest of the class exchanged glances. The air felt thicker.
It only got worse from there.
In the library during group study sessions, the tension became unbearable.
You were reviewing mock exam questions together—reluctantly. Momo sat across from you, posture impeccable, long dark hair tied in her usual high ponytail. Every time you reached for the same textbook, your fingers would brush. Neither of you acknowledged it, but the contact sent sparks up your arm.
“You’re overcomplicating the rescue logistics again,” you murmured, circling a flaw in her proposed evacuation route. “This many created objects would drain your lipids too quickly in a prolonged scenario.”
Momo’s pen paused. “And your streamlined approach leaves too many variables unaccounted for. Speed without safety is negligence.” She created a small, perfect scale model of the building on the table between you. “See? My method ensures zero civilian casualties.”
You leaned forward, close enough to catch the faint scent of her jasmine shampoo. “Safety is important. But hesitation gets people killed. Sometimes you have to trust yourself in the moment.”
Her dark eyes met yours. For a second, something hotter than irritation flickered across her face. “Trust must be earned through preparation. Not ego.”
You held her gaze. “And some of us don’t need to create a crutch for every uncertainty.”
The study session ended with both of you packing up in charged silence.
Training exercises turned the rivalry physical.
During a team-based urban rescue drill, Momo constructed an elaborate network of ladders, barriers, and medical kits. It was textbook perfect. You, however, spotted a faster route through a collapsing structure, using minimal gear and quick thinking to evacuate the “civilians” (robotic dummies) with better time and fewer resources.
Aizawa called the drill.
“Both approaches had merit,” he said flatly. “Yaoyorozu’s was safer. Y/N’s was faster.”
Momo approached you afterward, wiping sweat from her brow with a towel. Even flushed and breathing hard, she looked elegant.
“Effective improvisation,” she said, voice sweet enough to rot teeth. “Though perhaps a touch reckless. One miscalculation and those civilians would have been crushed.”
You stepped closer, tilting your head. “And while you were busy creating your little masterpiece, I actually got the job done. Not everything needs to be a carefully crafted performance, Yaoyorozu.”
Her jaw tightened almost imperceptibly. “And not everything should be left to chance and arrogance.”
The space between you crackled. For a moment, you thought she might actually grab you. Instead, she turned on her heel and walked away, ponytail swinging like a battle flag.
The tension followed you everywhere.
Late nights in the dorms, you’d catch her watching you from across the common room while you explained a complex quirk theorem to Midoriya. Her gaze felt heavy—judging, assessing, and something else you refused to name.
During one particularly brutal study marathon, you found her alone in the library at 1 a.m., surrounded by books and half-created objects. She looked exhausted but determined.
“Still here?” you asked, leaning against the doorframe.
Momo didn’t look up. “Some of us prefer excellence over mediocrity.”
You walked over and placed a fresh coffee beside her notes. “Some of us know when to rest so we don’t burn out before the real test.”
She finally met your eyes. The silence stretched. For once, neither of you had a cutting remark ready. Just heavy, unresolved tension that made your stomach twist.
You left before either of you could say something dangerous.
Weeks of this—sharp compliments, veiled insults, lingering stares, and near-misses—had everyone on edge. Mina openly called it “the world’s most tense lesbian slow-burn.” You ignored her.
The final straw came on a rainy Thursday night.
Most of the class had gone to bed early after a grueling day. You and Momo were the only ones left in the common room, reviewing notes for the upcoming provisional license exams. The rain pattered against the windows, creating a deceptively calm atmosphere.
It didn’t last.
“You rely too heavily on instinct,” Momo said, her voice still measured but carrying a dangerous edge. She sat on the couch, legs crossed elegantly, notebook open on her lap. “True intelligence requires foresight and discipline. You treat every situation like a gamble.”
You closed your book harder than necessary. “And you treat intelligence like a performance. You create all those perfect little tools because you’re terrified of trusting your own judgment when things go off-script. It’s compensation.”
Momo’s eyes narrowed. She set her notebook aside and stood. “Compensation? I calculate risks so people don’t die. You charge ahead because you enjoy proving you’re cleverer than everyone else.”
You rose too, stepping around the coffee table until only a few feet separated you. “At least I trust myself. At least I’m not paralyzed by the need to look flawless all the time. You’re so busy being perfect that you forget competence isn’t about looking impressive—it’s about results.”
Her breathing quickened. The carefully maintained mask of composure was cracking.
“You think my preparation is a weakness?” she asked, voice low and sharp. “It’s what separates real heroes from reckless ones. You’re brilliant, Y/N, I’ll give you that. But your ego makes you dangerous. You dismiss structure because it threatens your image as the intuitive genius who doesn’t need anyone’s methods but her own.”
You laughed, stepping even closer. “And you hide behind structure because deep down you’re scared your perfect little creations are the only reason anyone respects you. Without them, you’re just another smart girl afraid to get her hands dirty.”
Momo’s eyes flashed with real anger now. A flush crept up her neck.
“You have no idea what I’m capable of,” she hissed. “You stand there with your quick wit and your shortcuts, acting like my dedication is some kind of flaw. I work harder than anyone in this class because I have to. Because people expect perfection from me. And you—you waltz through with natural talent and mock me for it.”
The rain pounded harder against the glass. Your heart hammered.
“Maybe I mock you because watching you tie yourself in knots over every little detail drives me insane,” you shot back, voice dropping. “You’re brilliant, Momo. Actually brilliant. But you’re so fucking scared of being wrong that you’d rather build a fortress of plans than admit you can think on your feet like the rest of us.”
She took the final step, closing the distance until you were nearly chest to chest. Her perfume mixed with the faint scent of rain coming through a cracked window. Her dark eyes bored into yours, furious and burning with months of unresolved heat.
“And you,” she breathed, voice trembling with intensity, “are the most infuriating, arrogant, brilliant woman I’ve ever met. You challenge everything I believe in. You make me doubt myself. You make me—”
Momo stopped abruptly.
For one electric second, the only sound was the rain and your shared ragged breathing.
Then she grabbed the front of your shirt with both hands and kissed you.
It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t hesitant.
She slammed her lips against yours with all the pent-up frustration, rivalry, and desire she’d been carrying for months. The kiss was fierce, demanding—her mouth hot and insistent as she poured every sharp word and lingering stare into it.
You gasped against her, then kissed her back just as violently, hands flying up to cup her face, fingers threading into her perfect ponytail and tugging. Momo made a soft, startled sound into your mouth before deepening the kiss, tongue sliding against yours with surprising hunger.
All the tension, all the insults, all the heated debates finally snapped.
When she finally pulled back, both of you were breathing hard. Momo’s lips were swollen, her cheeks flushed, and her usually impeccable hair was slightly disheveled. She stared at you with wide, dark eyes—surprise, relief, and raw want all mixed together.
“You finally shut up,” she whispered, voice hoarse.
You laughed breathlessly, forehead resting against hers. “Took you long enough.”
Momo’s grip on your shirt tightened. A small, genuine smile—without any edge—curved her lips.
“Perhaps,” she murmured, leaning in again, “we should find better ways to settle our disagreements from now on.”
This time, when she kissed you, it was slower. Deeper. Full of promise.
The academic rivals had finally collided.
And neither of you planned on letting go anytime soon.
Momo is such a doting partner lets begin with that however, she is also a romantic who has seen most romance through her rich and eccentric parents, or through cheesy romance movies and fanfiction
She would totally have a little tumblr anonymous blog all about her crush on you long before she felt confident it was more than just a fleeting sensation.
Would totally have little lyric snippets about her feelings for you as posts to go as her status for that morning or lunch or tea time or dinner etc “When I see your face there's not a thing that I would change~” “Oh I can’t believe its happening to me! Some people wait a lifetime for a moment like this!”
Several friends have caught on and know about it, some even send her little memes or romantic posts they think she’d like or relate to!
Or some memes to tease her for her crush as friends do
Expect her to blush and stammer and stutter around you, eyes lighting up if you ask to do something together
It can be work, fun, or just food she is as happy as the first time the others went to her house
This tall beautiful girl is so in love with you, she is total puppy eyes for anything you do
If you hug her she may short circuit for a moment out of complete joy and panic before hugging you back gently
She is not super strong like some other heroes but she does work out and she never wants to press even slightly too hard when she reaches for you
Queen of respecting your space, she strictly adheres to your boundaries and won’t even ask if they’ve changed when you both get closer. So if you start out not wanting skinship as that is something you reserve for people you’re really close with you will need to be the one to bring it up if you change your mind.
Seriously out of respect, she may not realize if you just try to hold her hand or hug her after you’ve gotten closer, she is daintily stepping out of reach thinking you had moved closer unintentionally and she doesn’t want to erode your trust in her even by accidentally breaking your space bubble
A Momo with a crush will slowly gain more confidence as she gets positive feedback from you. Of course, all of it anonymously goes on her blog, and she talks it out with her friends to make sure she isn’t missing anything and to plan her next steps
Bless their hearts, they help ground this romantic in reality a bit so she doesn’t end up confessing way too soon and way too publicly or dramatically to the point it might feel like a staged prank
Todoroki is sitting on her bed absolutely clueless as he listens to her babble excitedly to Tsu, Ochako, Jiro, and Hitoshi. Surprisingly other than his small mumbled words of surprise at relationship things in general makes good points for her and the others by just using logic and his level-headed reasoning.
He is also your biggest supporter of you two getting together because he sees how happy you make her and that alone makes him smile and tell you you have his full support…to what you didn’t know and Momo was too embarrassed and stunned to explain when he just walked off afterward
She can make anything with her body so long as she knows the molecular compound, or buy anything for you with her money. But she is too romantic for that, she insists on learning how to handcraft something for you
Lots of little love notes end up in your mailbox, hand scrapbooked edges and lace envelopes without a name
She moves slowly and lets you realize on your own through the small touches here, words of affirmation, handwritten letters, and small handcrafted gifts (even with bandaged fingers from failing at first to craft them properly) that she likes you
If you ask she will blush and stammer but tell you if you want to know then why don’t you go to the park with her that weekend and she’d answer you then
Like I said she is a romantic, It is clearly a date and she dresses up so beautifully and sets up a wonderful picnic on the grass by the stream
When you get there she’d finally confess unable to look you in the eyes as she plays with her fingers but admits she has liked you for a long time and asks if it’d be okay for her to act on those feelings today
Your hands being held together not only gets sent to the group chat while you two sit together and talk but posted to her blog as she adds a little dreams come true quote to it
Congratulations you have just gotten the sweetest woman as a girlfriend, she is going to dote and spoil you rotten. Please take gentle care of her heart, it's so fragile hold it carefully in your trusted hands
momo yaoyorozu is the kind of girlfriend who writes you letters and heart-felt poetry in her free-time, stamping each one with a kissmark in her signature plum shade and delivering it with your morning tea and fruits/pasteries.
momo is the kind of angel to set up little study dates at the library or cafe, only to get distracted and thrift shop with you instead with a take-away iced tea. anything you like, she will get you. she loves seeing you wear new outfits, and your confidence brings out her own.
momo is the kind of partner to bake you cookies and brownies just for the fun of it and have decorating competitions with you. she likes including you in her hobbies, and you don't mind at all. anything with yaoyorozu is bright and beautiful.
momo yaoyorozu is the kind of fiance to create your engagement rings, sprinkled with your favourite crystals and gems. stunning and sparkly, yet classy and sweet.
“The way you apply your quirk is incredible!” Momo praised, her eyes practically sparkling as she looked at you. The first time she had seen you in action, she was truly impressed by your quick thinking and the way you could divert your attention to multiple things at once- it was admirable.
This praise was the start of a healthy and supportive friendship; you and Momo would both praise and criticise each others’ hard work: your essays, your quirk development, your practical techniques. It helped a lot that she was the smartest person in class.
“Would you like my help with anything?” She would ask kindly, turning to you with a smile at the end of a long-winded lecture, to which you nodded.
During your quirk improvement classes, it wasn’t uncommon for you to be paired with Momo. Her goal was to create multiple objects at the same time and in quick succession, while yours was to increase how many objects you could control at once. As Momo popped out more of her little dolls, you would create a pattern for them to move around in, making them dance around in the air.
The determined look on her face while she trained may have been the cutest in the world- her eyes staring forwards so intensely as the objects she created became more intricate. Once she had exhausted herself and was unable to create any more items, she would gaze at you, standing a few metres away from her. The way you controlled her dolls to create somewhat of a dance in the air enthralled her; the control you had over your power was incredible. Sometimes she wondered if you’d dance with her, if she asked you to.
“Wow Y/N! You really are amazing!” She smiled, raising a hand to play with the end of her ponytail, twirling it around her finger.
Her eyes wandered over your facial features, your eyes relaxed, lips cracking a small smile as you played around with your quirk. You always looked like you were having fun when training your quirk- the fluidity of your movements was almost magical; it was completely captivating as you smiled watching the small Momo dolls dance around, soon turning your attention to her.
“Would you like to have tea with me? My mother sent me a new flavour to try!” She asked, a light blush spreading across her cheeks as she held up the box in excitement. Once you agreed, she was even more excited, preparing the tea for you both at once, carefully handing you a teacup as she sat down beside you.
From then on, Momo would invite you to try new teas with her, watching your expression eagerly as you raised the cup to your lips. She kept track of which flavours you did and didn’t enjoy, always ensuring that she would have something you’d like among her collection. She was just thoughtful like that!
Over time, Momo couldn’t help but notice small things about you- the way you yawned during morning classes, how your eyes would shift towards her and your gaze would stick to her when you sat in the common space together. Day by day she was working up the courage to ask you to go in a date, putting together the clues that suggested that you returned her feelings.
“Would you like to go on a date with me, Y/N?” She asked during one of your tea tasting sessions, pulling her silky black hair up to cover her cheek as a light blush covered her face. Her dark eyes flickered between yours and random spaces in the room, unable to maintain eye contact until you cheerfully said yes.
tw//: incest (sister x sister) (I don't condone it, the only reason I'm ok writing it is because it's fiction)
warnings:// aged up characters (I'm horny, not a monster, both are in their 20’s), smut, 🔞, wlw, oral (f receiving), name calling (r is here for it), fingering (v and a), toy insertion (anal)
Momo’s little sister doesn’t wear underwear. Momo knows she doesn’t. The two have their own place away from their parents to which the sister stays alone most of the day cooking/cleaning while Momo was out being Creati.
The sister had disposed of all of her bras and underwear, leaving her completely bare underneath her dresses. Why? She’s wanting her sister’s attention. The first time Momo actually confronted her sister on it lead to an… interesting outcome.
The sister was cleaning the counters in the kitchen and Momo just came back from patrol. Momo lightly grips her sister’s ass. “You think I didn’t notice, you little slut?” She whispers to her before lifting her sister up to sit on the counter. Momo moves the dress so it was no longer covering her sister’s cunt and breasts. Momo dives in, attacking her sister’s cunt with her tongue. The sister would orgasm so quick, she hardly noticed. Momo then completed stripped her sister out of her dress, climbing up on the counter with her.
Momo’s sister has the same quirk, so it wasn’t surprising to Momo when something came out of her skin. What was surprising was a 7in strap on that now laid next to Momo’s sister, her sister silently telling Momo to use it on her. Momo puts on the toy over her hero costume before opening her top enough to let her breasts out. Momo would ask her sister where she wanted it, for her sister to tell her to fuck her in her ass (her words, not mine). After fingering her sister’s ass, Momo slides the strapped toy in, making her sister moan at the stretch. Momo fucks into her sister’s ass, making her sister moan loudly. Thank goodness the two lived alone.
That interaction opened the door to many sexual encounters for the sisters. Momo requested that her sister to never wear clothes (aside from aprons ofc) so she was even more free for Momo to use when she needed. If the sister ever needed to go out, Momo would just make her wear her clothes. Momo would make sure her own cum was on/inside the underwear before letting her sister out of the house for that EXTRA closeness. I mean, sisters share, right?
gifts: Momo is wealthy enough to buy you everything you ask for, but prefers to give you gifts she made herself like bracelets, necklaces, stuffed animals or anything else that you like. She'll only use her quirk if she has no other option, though, not only for practical reasons but also for the objects to be even more meaningful for the two of you.
acts of service: you make her the happiest girl alive just for being by her side, so she'll make your life easier in return. Hungry? she'll cook your favorite meals, your room's messy? you guys will clean it together while dancing around, your favorite shirt ripped? she'll sew it and it'll look better than when it was new.
quality time: Momo takes pride of her good grades. However, she wants you to be better than her. She loves when you guys have study sessions together, even though there are very few times when you study without getting distracted. You'll spend most of time talking or cuddle while watching a movie.
physical touch: She would be affectionate, showing her affection through warm and comforting hugs, providing support and security. She might gently hold your hand, or lean on you when she seeks comfort or wants to share an intimate moment. Her gestures would be delicate and full of care, always making sure you feel loved and respected.
words of affirmation: Momo would be complimentary and encouraging, using kind words to reinforce her appreciation for you. She would constantly remind you how valuable you are to her, praising your efforts and accomplishments. She might say phrases like, “I trust you completely,” or “I am so proud of what you have accomplished.” Her way of speaking would be genuine, respectful, and encouraging, making you feel loved and appreciated.
I'm thinking of making this into a series, what do you think? also, feel free to make any other requests!!
