#— momo x shoto (ofsavior) | i breathe you in so sweet and powerful — like a wildfire burning up inside my lungs

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I swear I didn’t mean to . . . @ofsavior​

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Naive Momo, it was the kiss that killed him.

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This is how I imagine their break-up

Good Will Hunting (1997) dir. Gus Van Sant

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He has connected the dots . . . “ Betrayal . . . ”

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anonymous was being bold and asked:

Shoto, Momo's secret boyfriend might be a villain or maybe just a bad boy. Do you know any bad boys?

“ Midoriya can be considered one . . . Always acting on his own and defying rules. ” Look who's talking. His crush stealing his girlfriend? That was going too far. “ I'd say Bakugo but he's kind of a nerd. ” He'll be dead by tomorrow.

“ If Yaoyorozu likes bad boys, that can be helped . . . ” He'll be asking for advice from Midoriya.

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Momo: Todoroki-san's social skills are lacking

Shoto: Box us together

@ofsavior / they are togetherrrrrr

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“ . . . ”

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Shoto rn:

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main rp partner tag drop

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Yaoyorozu Momo

— ofsavior | today and all of your days i'll wear your pain — heal what i can in your troubled mind

— momo x shoto (ofsavior) | i breathe you in so sweet and powerful — like a wildfire burning up inside my lungs

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     “ Todo…roki-san? ” She worried about him -

“ . . . ” . . . ? 🍃

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— ofsavior​:

     His name had been the first and only to leave her lips from the time she was resting to when she woke up. However, he was no longer her primary emergency contact. No, she’d placed her parents on the list the day she had realized he was no longer going to come home to her. The moment she realized they were no longer sharing their lives the way she had thought — the way she had hoped. However, his name was the name she spoke repeatedly and the doctors had no choice but to call him as her parents were overseas on business.

     Once Momo had awakened, her eyes met the window as she waited for him to arrived and watched hopefully once he had. The doctors had told her Shoto was on his way, and she simply smiled. Apparently, the doctors didn’t have the heart to tell her how Shoto and Creati had parted ways. Who could blame them? They were to be married and the relationship was kept more private than the relationships between most pro-heroes. Still, the breakup had been national news. The only one who didn’t know — or rather had forgotten — was Momo herself. Admittedly, there wasn’t much she could remember. The villain attack, the explosion, and the outcome were all something of a blur that faded into black. The news hadn’t offered much insight as heroes were still working to rescue survivors from the rubble. Momo had been watching the news intently until it became unbearable. there was nothing more she could do but wait and heal. She couldn’t stand the thought.

     Another nurse entered to fix her bandages but couldn’t offer much in terms of an update on the emergency. No new arrivals, but supposedly Shoto was on his way to the hospital. Shoto. Momo smiled at his name. She couldn’t help but wonder where he’d been during the incident. Perhaps he had another important mission. His reason didn’t matter as he was on his way to her, and anticipation filled her chest. His support meant the world to her. As the nurse exited, Momo set her eyes to the door and waited. Then his voice called softly from the door.

     There was a strange twist to her heart when she heard his question. Something felt estranged about the atmosphere. “ I’m fine considering the circumstances. ” She answered ruefully, ignoring the subtle twinge in her chest. Certainly it had to do with the accident she assumed.

      “ I’m glad you were able to make it though. It’s nice to see you. ” Then, she waved her hand and patted the bed as invitation for him to enter. He was her fiancé; naturally, she wanted him to be close. “ I’m sorry I had to call you away for something like this… Were you doing something important? ”

It had been a long time, since he felt that way. Since he wished to disappear from the face of the earth, hoping nobody would ever recall his existence. A suffocating feeling, one that brought him back to the days of his childhood, to memories he wished to leave behind. As if scratching at old wounds, re-opening injuries he had struggled so hard to heal. This was the price he'd have to pay. History repeated itself, and Shoto would find himself hurting the people he cared the most once more. Right from the start, he had made a mistake, an unforgivable one. How broken he was, yet he selfishly wished to love her. As if he never had changed from the kid he used to be, the one clinging to his hurting mother and begging for the comfort she couldn't provide. The same he had clung to Momo, only to realize years later they had built their love on unsteady foundations and the moment would come where both their hearts would break.  

He had hurt her. Maybe, he never had been this important, maybe he hadn't that much power over her. Maybe he had made her hate him, and all her feelings faded away in an instant — what he hoped the most, was that. But, maybe, there was a chance, that she had caused her the slightest of suffering, and he'd be the only one to blame. That thought kept haunting Shoto the last few months. That thought kept him awake many nights and led him to her door. There he'd stand, losing track of time, but never once knocking. Always making sure he'd disappear when the sun would rise. He never thought he'd stand before her for one more time and he wouldn't see any pain in her eyes.  

It was a selfish choice, he had made. Protecting himself, from knowing her pain. He couldn't bear, to carry her own heavy heart, and decided to leave, in the most cruel thing he had done to someone he loved. Parting ways hadn't been enough of a punishment for him as it seemed, and now he'd come to face the result of his choices. He'd have to force his heart to remember what was like to beat when she loved him back. When her eyes held the same sweetness he had always known. How was he supposed to return to a life without her after this was over? Life was cruel. And this would make it the first time in a long time Shoto strongly believed that.  

She truly didn't remember anything, like the doctors had said. By now, she probably would have already sensed something was wrong. There was no way something like that would escape her perceptiveness. No matter in what shape she was, she'd always get the grasp of any situation. Shoto himself, had never been good at lies. Whenever the situation required it though, he'd have to pull through just like any task assigned to him. This case shouldn't have been any different, yet he couldn't help but avert his gaze whenever their eyes met.

“ You know I'd come. ” No matter when, why, or where, he'd come to her aid. “ I was on a mission with Bakugo. But it's over now. ” So many words he couldn't say, feelings he had kept inside himself for far too long. Her hand he wanted to hold but couldn't, the kiss he wanted to press between her eyes. This would be over in time, and he'd have to walk away from her life once again. He should never forget that. Standing up, he took a step back instead, letting out a sigh. “ I got a brief on the situation from the doctors. You should be able to return home soon. ” What home would she return to? He didn't know what he was saying. How to provide the support she needed. “ Do you need me to bring you something? Do you need to eat? ”  

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     Shock had settled through her, and she stood at the doorway with evident surprise. Her lips had parted, but fell closed once again. Dark eyes were glued to the flowers he’d presented her, and she had to wonder if this was his way of apologizing for Valentine’s Day — or if those were his true feelings... Regardless, she appreciated the gesture, but a part of her was hesitant to push the issue further. Their relationship already felt so estranged, and she didn’t want to jeopardize their friendship in asking. She had embarrassed him enough with her own feelings already...

       “ Todo... Todoroki-san... ” Momo called his name while stepping forward. She shut the door behind her with a quiet click then stood to face him. Her cheeks were certainly burning. Common sense told her to reach for the flowers and accept them, but her nerves and the storm of confusion clouded her judgement.

     A moment passed, and it was longer than expected. She stood there during that time, contemplating what to say or how to address her confusion. The surprise had been quite jarring. She had planned to spend White Day in her room studying, while her friends texted her of their gifts and fun. Today was supposed to be like any other with a bit more energy. Yet, her heart was thudding loudly now. Her eyes remained fixated on the flowers extended before her, and she took a slow step forward to take them from Shoto.

     “ ... ” As soon as she had the flowers in hand, Momo turned her head to the side quickly enough to shake her ponytail. Her blush had been bright before, but its intensity only deepened. “ ThankyouTodoroki-san. ” She squeaked in one breath. He was kind enough to consider her or think about her on such a special day. Shoto had gone as far as giving her a gift! However, there was something she wanted to ask despite how daunting the answer could be. “ Are these... obligatory flowers? Or are they... special... flowers? ” Her voice trailed into a whisper.

He could never imagine, such a simple gesture could hold this much power. How an offered box of chocolates, had the power to change the relationship they had built for months in just a few seconds. Emotions such strong as what they felt for one another, couldn't be changed. These emotions, rooted deep inside their hearts, even if immature yet, would continue to bloom in a way not any exterior force could stop. The realization was the one to have changed them. To have changed the way they'd stare back at each other.

Usually, actions spoke louder than words. Words often failed to translate or describe the complexity of their feelings. Easily forgotten, and sometimes misunderstood, if not handled with enough care could do more damage than good. The same as with their case. Carelessly talking in a moment of absolute confusion, Shoto had caused her pain. Actions weren't enough anymore to fix the damage he had made. He had to find the words she needed to hear, and the courage to say them out loud, in order to fix what his ignorance had broken.

Such emotions lied beyond where his imagination could reach. When he couldn't understand his own heart, how could he understand hers? How could he believe there was something so powerful, tying them together? And how could he not fear that? When everyone he had known to have been close had suffered by his side. How could he, without having understood and loved himself yet, allow somebody else to love him and care for him? Maybe, their feelings were stronger than his struggles. Maybe, he could protect her from anything she hadn't known about him and settle with what he had already shown her. Maybe, loving was a part of HEALING. Maybe, she had seen more than he knew, and still stayed.

These very few seconds he had been waiting for her to accept the flowers had started to feel like years. It was happening again. His heart beating at an uncontrollable high pace. His face burning red and his throat feeling sore, making words impossible to come out. Was that the same feeling she had to overcome in order to admit her own feelings? Had she been suffering through it, all this long? It was unbearable. As if the tension building between the two of them was about to choke him. A thin layer of ice began to cover the right side of his body. Was that a way his body reacted to cool himself down, or a sign of distress ? Not even he could tell.

As if he hadn't listened to what her actual question was, he rushed to give the reply he had in mind. “ Only recently I started to understand what friendship is like. I never imagined I could be more than a friend to you. Or to anybody else. That's why I haven't been trying to understand those feelings. But now I do. ” The least he owed her, after the way he made her feel, was being honest and talk about subjects he may prefer to leave behind.

“ I like you. I'm deeply sorry I didn't respond sooner. ”

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