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Off the Beaten Path
Category: Romantic Fluff
Fandom: My Hero Academia
Characters: Momo Yaoyorozu, Yosetsu Awase
I was going to work on other request stuff, but I was reaaaally feeling Momo x Awase lately and because of finals I wasnât able to participate in @bnhabookclubâs Provisional License Exam event, so⊠Even though itâs a little late, hereâs a MomoWase story for the prompt âYouâre really prettyâ!
Momoâs vertebrae decompressed with a series of satisfying pops as she stretched her hands over her head and slowly bent back into a forty-five-degree angle. With a contented hum, she held the position for several seconds to ensure her lower back muscles were stretched properly before straightening back up and dropping her arms back to her sides. She did some leg stretches, priming her femoral and tibular muscles for exercise, before standing and planting her hands on her hips to admire the lovely Saturday morning. It was about nine-thirty, pleasantly warm with a consistent cooling breeze, and plenty of cloud cover to protect her from the worst of the burning sun. The birds were chirping. Car engines hummed in the distance. The air smelled sweetly of the various floral fragrances spilling out from the dormitoryâs landscaping.
Really, could she have asked for a better morning to go jogging?
She ensured that her laces were tied properly before hopping down the steps of the porch, hitting the concrete pathway in a medium-paced jog. Her arms pumped at her sides as her legs kicked back in series, and she kept her breathing in a steady rhythm to ensure maximum stamina. She was determined to break her mile record today- under nine minutes. Momo wasnât the most agile or athletic of the students in her class, but she could still attain her little victories here and there. I can do it!
There was a walking track not far from the dormitory that was always open to students and instructors. Momo jogged there in no time at all, and once she trotted through the open gate and greeted the security guard who moderated the comings and goings, she paused to take a swig of water. She took out her phone to ready her timer and then secured it to the plastic holder at her waist. The jaunt there had warmed up her body nicely, so she was feeling quite good when she walked down to the walking track proper. The spongey synthetic rubber-like material bowed slightly under her steps. U.A. spared no expense in any aspect of their campus, so Momo didnât doubt that the material was of the highest quality and scientifically designed the erase almost all impact damage to the joints. She made a mental note to do some research into its chemical composition; one never knew when the material could come in handy.
âRight then! Nine minutes or less!â she crowed and started her timer, then took off down the track.
Most people preferred to listen to music while running, but not Momo. There was something cathartic to her about the natural world. The walking track doubled as a small nature park, landscaped professionally with shady hardwoods and flowering bushes. Momo usually ran at this time because the animal activity peaked mid-morning; the tree boughs were alive with dozens of birdsongs, melding together in one harmonious concerto. Bumblebees bobbled alongside the path, flying from one flower to the next to gather the succulent nectar. They were joined by a colorful assortment of butterflies, which elegantly flitted along with not much care of their rounder, fatter cousins. The park had a healthy population of squirrels, as well, which would scramble down from the trees to feast on discarded acorns only to fling themselves back up the trunks when Momo came jogging along. They would peer at her with beady black eyes from the boughs and would only descend back to their nutty buffet once she was rounding the corner of the track ahead.
A third of a way into the mile Momo checked her timer. Two minutes and thirty seconds! Iâm making great time! She thought jovially and replaced the phone to its holster. She swept the back of her hand across her forehead to flick away the beads of sweat that were accumulating there. A few of her fluffy black strands had fallen out of her bun; she always had possessed impossibly thick hair, and it seemed like it absorbed all the heat from the atmosphere when she was exercising. Just as she was sucking a little more water from her sports bottle, she spotted someone curled up off to the side of the track a few yards ahead. Oh no! Maybe theyâre injured! She thought worriedly and sped up her pace a little.
âHello? Can I help you?â she called out to them. They were seated on the other side of a park bench so she could not see their features very well, but she thought she spied a familiar patterned headband and spiky black hair.
âYaoyorozu?â Sure enough, that was him.
âAwase!â She stuttered to a halt past the bench to find him smiling tersely and clutching at his ankle. He had his sneaker off and sock pulled down, and she hissed at the gnarly swelling that had enveloped the joint. âWhat happened?â she asked and crouched down in front of him.
âWell,â he said with a sheepish smile, âI kinda surprised a sleeping raccoon and she didnât much appreciate it.â Momo blinked in confusion. A raccoon would be sleeping well off the path; what reason did he have to go tromping off into the underbrush? When she asked him, his face took on a carnation-pink hue and he mumbled, âI, uh, kinda had to take a leak, YaoyorozuâŠâ In turn, her face blazed with a rosy blush and she nodded excessively in understanding.
âOh! Right! Of course!â
âA-anyway, while I was scramblinâ to get away from her, I tripped over the tree roots and twisted it tryinâ to catch myself.â Momo frowned as she situated herself on her knees, tapping her thighs to indicate for him to prop his foot on the pillowy surface. He leaned back on his hands and grunted before hefting up his leg. A string of curse words flew from his mouth as he quickly shifted his foot from the ground onto her lap. His shoulders sagged after the pain stopped streaming through his nerves and he stared at the swollen joint through lidded eyes. âMan, this is a pain. I look so uncool,â he muttered, almost to himself. Momo gave him a bright smile and shook her head.
âThese things happen! Donât beat yourself up over it.â He flushed again and looked away with a small pout, making her wonder if he didnât intend to utter it aloud. Thatâs irrelevant. His ankle is terribly swollen. I hope he hasnât torn a ligament or even broken anything! She thought worriedly. She had taken a few first-aid lessons from Recovery Girl for use in rescue training and missions, so with a few manipulations she would be able to get a clearer picture of what damage he had done. Only an x-ray and MRI would conclusively diagnose any injury, but it would be better for Momo to have a general idea so she could determine how she should proceed with moving him. âAwase, Iâm going to manipulate your ankle to see what you could have damaged. Iâll be as gentle as I can, okay?â
âYeah, yeah, do whatever you gotta do,â he grumbled, but glanced at her out of the corners of his eyes. Leaning down, she gently began prodding various places in his foot. She started on the top of his foot to see if he had damaged the tendons there.
âThat hurt?â
âNo.â She shifted to the lateral side of his foot, starting near the toes. âThat doesnât hurt eit- Shit! Shit! Ow!â He began to cry out once she began palpating the area near his ankle. There was both a tendon and some nerve endings there, so it could be that he either stretched the ligament or the nerves were reacting to the swelling. Still, it gave her a better picture of where the injury could be.
âSorry, Awase.â
âSâFine,â he huffed. His face had taken on a slight flush and sweat was dampening the bottom of his headband. He must be in a lot of painâŠ
âDo you know how it rolled?â
âUm⊠I think it rolled inward,â he answered uncertainly. Momo tutted and glanced back down at his foot. Given the method of injury, it could either be his Achilles or his peroneus brevis tendon⊠Iâm hoping itâs the latter, because tearing his Achilles could put him in physical therapy for months! Tentatively, she grabbed the sole of his foot and pushed it upwards, flexing it such that it would stretch the muscles of his calf. He winced a little bit but did not yelp in pain like before, making Momo smile. âWhat? Was that a good thing?â
âYes. It makes it very likely that you havenât torn anything up too bad,â she responded. âLetâs see what this does, though,â she continued and pushed his foot inward. His back arched and he threw his head back with a howl of several very unsavory words, so Momo hastily ceased the flexion. He kept his head tipped back for a few seconds, chest heaving and fingers digging into the loamy soil, before he let out a long groan and wearily looked back to her.
âFuck, that hurt.â When she apologized again, he frowned slightly and shrugged. âSânot your fault⊠Iâm the one who tripped over myself like a dumbass. Nurse Yaoyorozu, do you have a diagnosis for me?â he asked with a teasing grin. She blushed brightly at the nickname and spluttered out a reply.
âO-Oh! Yes, I think so. I think you may have either injured or torn this tendon right here,â she stated and ran her fingertip ever-so-slightly along the lateral side of his foot, being careful not to apply any pressure and make his pain worse. He made a tsk sound and flexed his leg muscles experimentally, and the way his entire body tensed indicated to Momo that it would be difficult for him to walk. âWe should get you to Recovery Girl. She has the proper machinery to tell for sure. Iâll text my classmates so they can send for someone to collect you. Iâm sure they can get down the track just fi-â
âAinât necessary,â he grumped. His hand snapped up to wrap tightly around the metal arm of the bench, and he pushed himself off the ground with the other hand. He clumsily tucked his good leg under his body to get some leverage in standing up. Momoâs hands fluttered nervously around his injured foot.
âAwase! You shouldnât move too much! Be careful not to bear any weight on this foot; I can help you to the entrance to the track, but we really should have someone get you from there so you donât injure yourself further!â As gently as she could while moving fast, she placed his foot back down on the ground and scrambled up to grab him underneath his armpit and help him clumsily climb to his feet. Per Momoâs instructions, he refrained from moving his injured leg at all and just let it slide in the dirt and leaves as he hobbled to a standing position, but even just the contact with the ground made him hiss in agony. His arm wobbled precariously at it was forced to bear all his weight, and Momo saw that his knuckles were glaring white as he gripped the metal arm. âHere. Come to this tree,â she instructed him.
Yosetsu Awase was not by any means a big guy, but her breath still left her in an oof! as his full weight sunk against her. She slung his arm around her shoulders and supported him by the waist as she dragged him to the trunk of the nearest tree.
âHow the tables have turned.â A curious âhuh?â popped out of her and she looked down at him with wide eyes. He grinned wryly and explained, âRemember the summer training camp? I was haulinâ you around the woods like a sack of potatoesâŠâ Her cheeks brightened as the blood rushed to them, and she looked away shyly.
âOh⊠Yes. The circumstances are a little different here, though. You saved my life that night.â They reached the tree, and he reached out to brace a hand against the rough trunk before leaning away from her, spinning on his good foot to flop his back into the woody surface. He gave her a wry smirk.
âHey, you never know. You coulda saved my life this morning. I coulda been out here, all alone, and dragged off by some wolves.â Momo snorted at his obvious joking.
âAwase, there are no wolves out here.â
âHow do you know? Just because you havenât seen âem donât mean they donât exist.â His relentless joshing had her giddy, and she held her hand up to her mouth as she began to giggle.
âYouâre too much. Seriously, though, walking a third of a mile in your condition, even with my help, will take us half the day. Iâll send for someone,â she told him through little laughs and pulled out her phone. She quirked an eyebrow when she noticed her timer had just hit exactly nine minutes. More important things to tend to than my record, she thought and swiped out of the app. She typed up a quick message in their class group chat and sent it before returning her phone to the waist holster. âI just sent for help. Theyâre telling Mr. Aizawa andâŠâ Her words trailed off as she looked at him. He was staring at her with a lidded, heated gaze and this little smile on his face that made butterflies take off in her stomach. âIâŠâ she murmured incoherently when his hand reached out to gently cup her cheek, and she compulsively straightened up- and leaned slightly into the touch.
âYouâre really pretty.â Momo had never heard a tone so full of⊠endearing admiration. As soon as his hand met her cheek and he uttered the words, his eyes widened, as if he realized he had actually done so instead of it being in his head. His face flushed red and he went to drop his hand, sputtering out an apology, but Momo pinned it to her face with both of her own.
âNo! Donât apologize!â she cried and took a few unsteady steps forward. Now self-conscious herself, she flushed as well and looked timidly down at her sneakers. âI-I⊠No oneâs ever called me pretty beforeâŠâ she admitted meekly. She peered up at him through her lashes to find him wearing an incredulous look.
âReally? But youâre fucking beautiful.â His use of a curse word only made the compliment more impactful, and her face grew unbearably hot as she smiled blissfully. She squirmed a little, knowing she was beginning to sweat a little against his hand cupping her face, but unwilling to let it go.
âW-well⊠Mina says that Iâm so intelligent that boys find it intimidating,â she chuckled diffidently. He snorted in laughter and leaned back against the trunk with an amused smirk.
âYou? Intimidating? No offense, but youâre about as intimidating as a wet kitten.â She let out an affronted gasp and went to glare at him, but the sultry smirk on his face made all opposition die in her throat. âGuess thatâs good for me that they think so,â he said in a low voice, and she yelped as he grabbed her arm and tugged her forward. There was a slight incline in the ground, so she stumbled all the way to the tree and landed against his body with one hand splaying over his chest. The other was now being gripped tightly, and he brought it to his mouth to lay a lingering kiss to the top of her hand. How prince-like⊠she thought faintly. âI donât think I could stand for having competition.â The smirk he shot her wasnât prince-like at all, rather channeling all the devilish and playful energy of a rogue. Like a princess ensnared by his handsome charms, she could only stare owlishly at him with painfully pink cheeks. His hand dropped hers, letting it land on his shoulder, before cupping her face again and threading his fingertips into the black strands that had fallen from her bun. âYaoyao-â
âMomo,â she interrupted quickly. She then flushed, realizing how rude it had been to do so. âC-call me Momo. Please.â He snorted slightly and his smirk widened.
âMomo,â he corrected poignantly. âThanks for saving me today.â She was about to assert once more that it really wasnât anything like that night, but he took the opportunity to interrupt her. He leaned forward to envelop her mouth in a searing kiss. She inhaled sharply through her nose as her breath was all but stolen from her. Whatever response she had on her tongue descended into fog, as her mind hazed until all she could focus on was the movement of his lips against hers. He lit a fire over her body as his hands roamed her curves, finally settling with a consistent blaze at the small of her back. Very distantly the thought bloomed that this was her first kiss and that she had to tell Mina about it. From how good it felt, it was obviously a hell of a first kiss. She felt like she could get lost in the kiss, in him, forever.
They broke apart with startled jumps when they heard Katsuki and Eijirou screaming her name in the near distance. She began to flutter about nervously, fixing her sports bra and jogging pants despite the fact they were form-fitted and not rumpled at all, while he reclined back against the tree with a self-satisfied look.
âWas that your first kiss?â
âWhat? Yes- I mean, ugh- is that relevant right now?â she huffed with a dour glare that only made his grin widen. He let out a few chuckles as she pouted at him, totally embarrassed by his unbothered attitude, then gestured with a tilt of his head at the track. She whirled on her heel to find the two boys striding up with Recovery Girlâs robots holding a stretcher between them. Laughing nervously, she cheerfully called out to them and tried to seem inconspicuous as she ran up.
âHey, guys! Thank you so much. I donât think I couldâve gotten him back to the entrance by myself.â
âItâs no problem, Yaomomo!â Eijirou smiled kindly. Katsuki began to gripe, and without breaking eye contact with the girl, Eijirou elbowed him hard in the ribs.
âOw, what the hell?! Ugh, fine, whatever! Itâs not a big deal!â he yelled angrily and stalked over to the boy leaning up against the tree. âCome on, loser, the sooner your ass is on this stretcher, the sooner I can get back to weight training!â Momo frowned worriedly as Katsuki helped the injured boy back to his feet, but despite his harsh words, he was gentle in helping him limp the short distance to the stretcher.
âAre you coming back with us, Yaomomo?â Eijirou asked as the robots began to trundle off with their charge in tow. Katsuki stomped along ahead, yelling at his friend to hurry up.
âOh! No, I would like to finish my run, I thinkâŠâ she murmured, her gaze trailing off to the stretcher. She pushed past him to run after it a few paces, cupping her hands to her mouth. âHey! Awa- I mean, Yosetsu!â He glanced up, a big grin splitting his face at her calling him by his given name. âCome running with me sometime!â
âSure thing!â he called back and gave her a thumbs-up before flopping back down against the stretcher. Eijirou walked past her, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively and grinning, which made her flush pink as answer his unasked question. Momo waited until they had disappeared around the corner, then grabbed her phone to reset her timer to two-minutes and fifty seconds, the approximate time she had stumbled across Yosetsu on the track.
Hmm⊠Maybe Iâll go off the beaten path and aim for eight minutes! She resolved with a smile and put the phone back before taking off in a fast jog.
After all, the morning she had spent off the beaten path had already been quite interesting. She might as well keep the streak going! No doubt, there were rich rewards waiting at the endâŠ
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Off the Beaten Path
Category: Romantic Fluff
Fandom: My Hero Academia
Characters: Momo Yaoyorozu, Yosetsu Awase
I was going to work on other request stuff, but I was reaaaally feeling Momo x Awase lately and because of finals I wasnât able to participate in @bnhabookclubâs Provisional License Exam event, so⊠Even though itâs a little late, hereâs a MomoWase story for the prompt âYouâre really prettyâ!
Momoâs vertebrae decompressed with a series of satisfying pops as she stretched her hands over her head and slowly bent back into a forty-five-degree angle. With a contented hum, she held the position for several seconds to ensure her lower back muscles were stretched properly before straightening back up and dropping her arms back to her sides. She did some leg stretches, priming her femoral and tibular muscles for exercise, before standing and planting her hands on her hips to admire the lovely Saturday morning. It was about nine-thirty, pleasantly warm with a consistent cooling breeze, and plenty of cloud cover to protect her from the worst of the burning sun. The birds were chirping. Car engines hummed in the distance. The air smelled sweetly of the various floral fragrances spilling out from the dormitoryâs landscaping.
Really, could she have asked for a better morning to go jogging?
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