#bakugou singing

[takamitenshi]

Damn, he's so hot.

[novaneondream]

Anyways what kind of music do you think Eri listens to

[kickbutts-singsongs]

Japan’s up and coming top heroes, everyone

[sugarlywhispers]

Rock band!Bakugou Katsuki. He plays the drums and sometimes sings, but the main singer of the band is Denki. Kirishima plays the electric guitar, Tokoyami the bass and Sero the keyboard. Shinsou and Bakugou are the masterminds behind the lyrics, while Jirou produces.

They aren't extrictly rock, they love to play with sounds and knew styles.

That's why you became their fan. They are not big in the industry, but they are quite known. You haven't missed a single presentation –no matter how small or big– since you found them.

You have spoken to them here and there, especially since that day when you ventured to ask for their autograph after a presentation at the parking lot when they were putting away their instruments inside their van.

Denki and Kirishima were so excited they even offered pictures, which you definitely took with them. Tokoyami, Sero and Shinsou played it cool. Jirou gifted you a necklace with the pick she used when she played her guitar sometimes –of course you hugged her in thanks. Bakugou, on the other hand, acted like it simply didn't matter, like he didn't care one ounce.

Little did you know, Katsuki knew exactly who you were.

How could he not? He had seen you in every presentation, right there in the front, cheering and screaming for the band. Looking all beautiful and cool, never shying away from recommending their music to anyone who would listen –and yes, he knows this because he has stalked your social media accounts.

In his defense, he found you by mere coincidence. He was suddenly swamped by edits of him in his personal account and right there, in one comment, he found yours.

The video intented to be a compilation onf him acting sexy, all Katsuki smiling and making faces for the fans as he looses himself in his drums. A comment said, "daddy material". That made him snort amused. But he almost choked on air then he recognized your profile picture –even that small in the comment section– answering to it with a simple: "agreed 😍🥵".

Not one, but TWO fucking emojis.

He felt like in fucking cloud nine.

Again, it had been mere coincidence, but he would deny to everyone that he was always looking forward to any publication you made.

So yeah, even though he acted a bit cold and mean, you couldn't avoid the think he was just... Fuck. Awesome. Handsome.

That's how you found yourself completely enraptured when a new song is announced in the middle of the concert, and non other than Bakugou Katsuki stepped in the front after Denki himself presented him as the singer.

Katsuki sang with his eyes closed most of the time, but in the moments he did open them, you swear he was looking at you. You wished. That was your head playing with you... Right?

.

Only if you knew that Katsuki wrote that song thinking about you. For you.

[willowser]

awww, also. katsuki being generally a bit private with his family, even with his friends, so when he and his little boy go to the kaminari kid's birthday, they're all so surprised when katsuki's son marches up to him and insists he wear a birthday hat and slaps a froggy sticker on the front of his nice shirt—and katsuki just. allows it. keeps on with his conversation like it's nothing. and all his pals are watching like 🥺🥺🥺🩷✨️

[lightseoul]

so i finally did it, y'all—i commissioned the wonderful @zestivivi to draw my first-ever °˖✧ self-ship art °˖✧

and i couldn't help it upon seeing the draft; i had to write a drabble to give it a bit of a backstory and to really just treat myself, so here it is!

(the pic is under the cut, if you're not in the mood to read and just wanna take a peek at it!)

CALL ME YOUR FAVORITE, CALL ME THE WORST (k. bakugou x reader)

“—and so i told eijirou he could go to hell if he asked me to cover for him tonight,” bakugou finishes, just as you twist your key one last time, effectively unlocking the door.

you toss him a chastising look as you push it open, trying to ignore the hammering in your chest as you do so. “don’t talk to your best friend like that, katsuki.”

at that, he scoffs, trailing behind you and entering through the doorway. “correction, you’re my best friend. and he’s used to it.”

despite yourself, a smile manages to creep into your face, which bakugou unfortunately catches sight of. the man only smirks to himself before gesturing to his trainers, “where do i put these?”

“beside my birks, please,” you sing-song, although your voice comes out a bit wobbly.

fucking nerves.

dropping your bag on the counter, you quickly shuffle through your kitchen and toward your dining area slash living room slash bedroom, scanning the space for any spot you’ve missed before bakugou could see them.

you’re just about to conclude that this place is as tidy as it can get when you sense the pro-hero walk up beside you, and you look at him to see his eyes darting across the area in inspection, a pensive expression on his face.

“what’re you thinking?” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. you immediately regret it, though, bracing yourself for constructive feedback that you know will sting nonetheless.

it’s not every day you get to show your new place that’s your very own to anybody, let alone to your famously (notoriously) pedantic boyfriend.

“it's really clean,” he starts, pausing to think for a moment. he eventually turns to face you, that smirk from before now back on his face, “it’s very you. i like it.”

you feel a warmth wash over you, and you don’t fight the grin that’s invading your features. “aww, thanks, babe!”

he waves you off with a hand, resuming his thorough survey of your unit. “‘s nice how you displayed your books here, and that your guitar is easy to reach for. and your decorations are just abo—”

you glance back at the man from where you were hurriedly pouring him a cold glass of water, “just about what, kats?”

to that, bakugou doesn’t say anything. he seems frozen, eyes fixed on what you think is your entertainment area.

you pad toward the spot beside him, and you follow his line of vision.

directly right to your dynamight figurines.

almost instantly, your stomach drops as if you just got hit by a metaphorical tsunami of scalding humiliation. your feet move before your brain can catch up, and in a matter of seconds, you find yourself planted right in front of bakugou, obscuring his view of his mini-me’s.

at least, you tried to. the tall man only continues to effortlessly stare at them through the space above your head.

“so what do you want for dinner?” you manage to croak out, desperate to change the subject and bones threatening to give out in embarrassment.

“…is that a funko pop of all might and… me?”

the ground can swallow you up just about now, thanks.

for a beat, you debate as to whether or not to joke or lie your way out of this one, but one look at the inexplicable expression on your boyfriend’s face has you ultimately decided against it.

“…yes?”

now, in the split second of choosing to tell the truth, you came up with the expectations of him snorting in response, or maybe shooting you a confused look that reads ‘what the fuck’ or something similar, but you certainly didn’t predict him to laugh.

as in, drop his head back and howl laugh.

immediately, you feel yourself flame in shame as you watch the pro-hero bend slightly over and clutch his stomach in mirth, what you think are tears now pooling in the corners of his clenched eyes.

you can’t help but frown, “quit laughing at me, you jerk!”

that only makes him bark out another loud one, and just when you think he’s about to finish, he wheezes: “and you’ve got a nendoroid of me, too!”

that’s it.

you spin on your heel, turning your back on your jackass of a boyfriend, and you’re about to scoop the figurines into your arms and throw them into the abyss at the back of your closet when you feel something tug at your wrist, pulling you and your entire body back.

and before you can even comprehend what’s happening, bakugou’s invading your space and leaning toward you, planting his forehead right at the crook of your neck.

“wha—”

you’re cut off by bakugou snuggling into you, and you can feel him shake in laughter before the chuckles finally escape him and you’re both left in comfortable silence.

you hope he’s not hearing the thunderous ruckus your heart is making right now despite yourself.

a few moments pass with neither of you moving or saying anything before you finally decide to speak up.

“if you think this’ll make up for you laughing so blatantly at me, you’ve got another thing coming for you, mister.”

at that, bakugou snorts, retorting without missing a beat. “i wasn’t laughing at you, dumbass.”

you roll your eyes, although you don’t make any move to push him away. “sure, you weren’t.”

“i’m serious. it just caught me off guard.”

“and then you started laughing at me.”

from where he’s slotted right by your neck, bakugou huffs, and you stop yourself from shivering at the feeling of his breath against your skin.

“i was just laughing at how everything’s turned out, alright?”

instinctively, your eyebrows furrow in question, “what do you mean?”

he sighs, the puff of air he lets out tickling your flesh again, “i just think it’s fucking funny how i grew up with a shit ton of all might merch, and now i have my own merch displayed right beside him, in my girlfriend’s new home, no less.”

and, before you can even feign offense at his comment, he beats you to it.

“i’m just fucking happy, okay? just let me have this.”

you don’t know what else to say at his sudden confession, and so you only manage a nod, moving your head just enough for him to feel the gesture. slowly, you allow yourself to relax your shoulders and lean toward bakugou, who snuggles even closer to you in return.

“they’re quite expensive, you know,” you offer after a few seconds of silence. “and yours are especially hard to come by.”

you can practically hear the grin on his face when he quips, “what, am i your favorite hero, or something?”

“no,” you immediately retort, deadpan. “all might is. explains why i only have one figurine of him and a gazillion of you in here.”

at that, bakugou lets out a genuine laugh, and you don’t have to look at him to know he’s sporting that boyish grin and disarming eye smile that really nobody else has the honor of witnessing.

nobody except you.

you hesitantly bring your right hand up, unable to resist the urge to gently cradle the back of his head. upon the split second of contact, however, bakugou stiffens, and you’ve half a mind to withdraw and pull away when he does so.

but all the apprehension evaporates from your system when almost immediately after, he nestles closer into you.

you feel yourself flush at the motion, failing to stop the smile that takes over your lips.

and, if you didn’t know any better, you’d bet your expensive ass dynamight figurines he’s blushing, too.

bonus:

you’re in the middle of feeding yourself a spoonful of chicken curry when you decide you finally have enough. placing the serving firmly on your platter, you shift to face bakugou, who’s at your right and eating beside you.

more of side-eyeing you than eating in the past thirty minutes since dinner arrived, really.

you pull your lips in a tight line, “spit it out, kats.”

at that, he tosses you a disgusted look, before quickly swallowing the mouthful of cabbage he was just munching on. “why the fuck should i do that?”

you roll your eyes, “not the food, dummy. you’ve got something you want to say.”

“i do not.”

you only give him a knowing stare.

bakugou huffs, putting down his own spoon after a pregnant pause, “fine.”

it takes him a moment to finally do so, and when he does you almost choke.

“…so who the fuck is akaashi and why do you also have one of him?”

for context, here's my entertainment area LMAO i really took self-indulgence to another level, huh (sorry not sorry) title is from the song call me by shinedown (credits to @creativepromptsforwriting for the idea)

anyway, thank you so much again to @/zestivivi for turning my vision into reality and then some <3 thank you for being so easy to work with and receptive to my requests, particularly to make the character look just like me! 'til the next one, for sure :,)

[katsu2ji]

hc that katsuki actually has the softest singing voice ever…and that on that rare, special, once in a lifetime occasion…if he’s really really in a good mood…with enough begging…he’ll sing for you…

[kingkatsuki]

Drummer Bakugou who usually writes songs for his band mates to sing as he sits behind the kit, drumming out the hard and heavy beat. But when he falls in love with you he starts writing softer, sweeter songs (even though some still have that heavy beat) and the first time he ever sings properly instead of being backing vocals is the first song he ever wrote about falling in love with you.

[crybaby-bkg]

holding Bakugou’s face in your hands and singing the cheesiest songs to him and watching him try to complain about everything even though he can’t help but love how everything sounds and how pretty your mouth is and admire how your lips curve around that one word. gets so entranced at the sight and sound of you, he doesn’t even realize how heavy his head has gotten in your palm, how low his eyes are, and how red his cheeks have gotten <3

[obsessive-dumpling]

Unconscious for the second year in a row... incredible...

[heyyallitssatan]

I’m back bitches, with more poly bakusquad content because I want some and I can never find exactly what I want so fuck if I’ll make my own

Poly Bakusquad’s favourite sounds to fall asleep to

Bakugou: silence, he’s almost completely deaf without hearing aids, so if he’s sleeping alone he wears the hearing aids so he won’t be caught off guard in the middle of the night, but that’s honestly really uncomfortable, so when he’s sleeping with someone, or lots of someone’s, like his partners, he gets to take them off and sleep comfortably because he knows they’ll hear whatever’s going down and wake him up

Kirishima: loves loves loves listening to his partners sing, any of them really, they all have such interesting voices, not all amazing like Jirou, but still, they can sing somewhat and he loves it

Kaminari: absolutely loves asmr, any asmr he finds that gives him a good brain scratch, but her partners have done it for him on occasion, the clicks or a controller while they play, or scratching her hair right behind they’re ear

Mina: brown and pink noise, she downloads entire playlists of it, it’s amazing, she coordinates hers with sero so it sounds good together

Sero: lofi, they’re whole YouTube is lofi playlists, they even worked with Jirou to make their own once

Jirou: something soft and repetitive, they can’t have complete silence because of their quirk, but anything too loud makes them worry they won’t hear something bad happening, so something soft is the perfect match, plus, it distracts them a bit from the tinnitus that seems to creep up when it gets too quiet

Shinsou: he likes rain sounds, or metal music, whatever distracts him just enough to relax, for a minute

Bonus scene:

Sero and found a new lofi playlist, and Mina found the perfect noise playlist to complement it, so they put it on, and Bakugou took his hearing aids off and on their charger. They lay down, and shinsou gently scratches behind kaminari’s ears, while Jirou sings. Bakugou lays against Jirou’s chest to feel the vibrations, and is out like a light. Kirishima and Kaminari go next, they always fall to these tactics. Mina and Sero next, lulled to sleep by music. Shinsou and Jirou are up late into the night, forever insomniacs, but eventually, even they get to sleep. This is every night now, they always fall asleep in a different order, but they’re together nonetheless, and even when they go pro, and the bad days get more frequent and things get harder, and they watch life and death every day, but they know they’ll always fall asleep together.

[kickbutts-singsongs]

Masaru and Mitsuki giving their son a moment 😭

[sugarlywhispers]

you can not convince me different

i know it's cannon

BAKUGOU KATSUKI HAS A BEAUTIFUL DEEP AND LOW SINGING VOICE.

[willowser]

New Bakugou thought of the day? ( ^ ^)r゛゛

i'm so annoyed i just tried to answer this and tumblr ATE IT !!! BUT this is so cute !!! hehehehe bkg thought of the day !! i am.....still just thinking about his body, like from the abs stuff this morning LMAOOOO bc !! he was a slinky kid, you know ?? and so i always imagine that he's just one of those guys that has to eat a lot to maintain his stature ??? and i think his quirk has a lot to do with that and also—it would really call for his strength to be in his arms and shoulders, in my opinion, rather than in a defined set of abs ???? so idk !! i'm insane bonkers crazy so i will......attach this reference photo that i found on pinterest today that sort of lends to the idea i have in my head LMAOOOO but i will do it under the cut bc this is just my own opinion and everyone can have their own idea of bakugou in their head and they're all right 😌 that's just how it works 😌

idk who this man is i cropped his head out LMAOO obviously this man is more fit than the average dude, but, at least in this instance, he doesn't have a defined eight pack or anything, which is how i imagine katsuki 😌 and with the arms and shoulders !! he doesn't have the waist bc we all know katsuki is dorito shaped but 😌 close enough for now 😌 heheheheh

[vultureboi]

Dr. Horrible BkDk AU

Warnings: MC DEATH

Katsuki is holding the bag of liquid that USED to be gold bars. He stares at it in utter disbelief. “So you’re telling me THIS is gold?”

“Yes. The molecules-“

“No, no, no. This looks NOTHING like gold turned liquid!”

“Well, technically it’s not gold anymore…”

“…” Katsuki takes a deep breath. “Okay. This is fine. I am fine. We can adjust the ray and fix… this.” His assistant knows his rage can get out of hand. So when he came back with mush? He was expecting to get beaten. “Either way. I have to go.”

“Oh! Laundry day, right?”

“Yeah…”

“Good luck!”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

Katsuki may have a crush. This cute freckled boy who shows up at the laundry mat with cheeks so biteable! He can’t take the need to be with this boy. But, he has yet to even introduce himself. He stays four to five feet away at all times and observes him like an absolute creep. But by god he can’t get enough of him. The only reason he goes to this laundry mat is for him! He has his own machine at home!

He’s going to have a heart attack if he keeps watching this cute nerd chew on his lip while mumbling to himself about heroes. Fuck, he hates it but loves it at the same time!

He hates it because he’s a villain! The heroes he talks about are all douchebags behind the scenes and Katsuki has seen that first hand. If Izuku only saw what he saw, they’d be ruling the world together!

But for now, he’s stuck attempting to get a word out. What is he supposed to do when those big green eyes stare at him?!? He freezes! He mumbles! He becomes an absolute FOOL!

Katsuki’s goal is to be a member of the Evil League of Evil. Their boss, Bad Horse. He WILL join them! All he needs is a big break! And this Freeze ray will do it! He knows it will!

He just has to intercept the van!

Long story short, that was both a failure and success. Success in the fact that he got the stuff, but failure in the fact that now his nemesis Captain Hammer has been introduced to his crush. And now they’re dating.

He’s been stalking them for days and watched as the asshat has been acting like an angel in front of his crush! He can’t take it!

He decided to take a break. He needs to focus on getting into the ELE. But right when he tries to use his new freeze ray, he finds out at the wrong time that it needs to warm up.

Bad Horse requires blood. And Katsuki usually doesn’t kill. But if he kills his nemesis? He’d do it. He feels the evil growing inside of him. He needs to do it. He can’t take it. He will.

So, now that the lying asshat has set up a huge ego boosting show for himself with the new homeless shelter, Katsuki has a plan. And it WILL work.

Captain Hammer, the egotistical bastard is singing a song, being distracted. Katsuki watches as Izuku walks away. Oh no he’s really gonna kill the bastard. He humiliated him!

Freezing him was easy. He was distracted. And maybe singing a song about how evil he is and how Captain Hammer will die wasn’t wise. Maybe wasting all those shots to scare the crowd wasn’t wise either. As now he’s on the ground after the freeze ray ran out, his death ray aimed at his face. But the first thing he noticed is that the ray is overloaded. If it’s fired, it’ll explode. “Hey-“ he tries to warn. But it’s too late. The devices explodes, sending Captain Hammer back.

Katsuki stands up and can hear the bastard sobbing. He wasn’t even bleeding! But before Katsuki can get angry, he notices Izuku in the back of the room. With shrapnel in his chest.

He feels like the world freezes. Everything slows down. He walks over, his hands shaking in fear.

“Kacchan? Is that you?” Izuku spits up blood, his voice weak.

“Deku… Deku! Please! Oh god…!”

“Don’t worry, Kacchan. Captain hammer… will save… us…” his eyes go blank. Katsuki stares at the rapidly cooling body. The corpse of his love. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want this. He didn’t want this!

But to the world, he got everything he wanted. He got into the League. He got to be the best villain. He defeated Captain Hammer. He did it. He accomplished his goals.

But what did he lose? What did it cost?

Now he has nothing left to lose.

Nothing.

He feels…

Nothing.

[thebunnednun]

Good Luck, Babe!

Momo Yaoyorozu x Jirou Kyouka

Summary: In the years following their graduation from UA, Momo Yaoyorozu and Kyouka Jiro struggle with unspoken feelings while running a hero agency together. Misunderstandings arise when Momo's accidental kiss with Shoto Todoroki sparks rumors, leading to Jiro's brief fling with Denki Kaminari. Momo and Todoroki's engagement announcement on Christmas Eve further strains their bond, culminating in an emotional performance by Jiro at a holiday party. Day's later, Momo leaves to start a new agency with Todoroki, and both women reflect on their regrets.

Song: Good Luck, Babe! By Chappell Roan

I do NOT own the music or artwork!

Another story in honor of me reaching 100 followers! Thank you guys!! <<33 ╰(＾3＾)╯

On with the Show!!~

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It was finally Senior year. 

The battle had ended, but the scars of war remained etched in their hearts. Class 1-A sat in their familiar classroom, the air tinged with anticipation as they awaited Aizawa's arrival. Senior year had begun, marking a new phase in their journey as heroes. Aizawa's entrance was as understated as ever, his tired eyes sweeping over the class before settling on the whiteboard.

"It’s your final year," Aizawa began, his voice cutting through the quiet chatter. "You've all come a long way, but don't let that get to your heads. The hero world has changed, and your next steps will determine your futures. Stay focused, serious, and remember, your actions reflect on your efforts."

He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in before nodding towards Momo and Iida, who stood ready with stacks of papers.

"Yaoyorozu, Iida, distribute the agency lists."

As Momo and Iida moved through the rows, handing out papers detailing agencies seeking new recruits, the class buzzed with excitement and nervous energy. Hero Agencies were reaching out left and right, some even going as far to campus grounds to personally recruit the young heroes. Discussions erupted about which agencies to consider, what specialties to pursue, and how their hero personas would evolve in the coming year.

At Momo's desk, Jiro leaned in, their heads close as they scanned through the list of agencies. "Can you believe how many recruitments we've been offered?" Jiro remarked, a half-smile playing on her lips. "Maybe we should just start our own agencies. We're practically celebrities now."

Momo chuckled softly, but there was a contemplative gleam in her eyes. The idea, initially joked about, lingered in the air as a possibility worth considering.

Tsu and Mina joined them, their cheerful voices adding to the lively atmosphere. "Isn't it crazy how much the media has shaped our lives these past few years?" Tsu commented with a wry grin, remembering some of the more absurd incidents they'd witnessed.

"Yeah, like when Midoria stopped traffic to help turtles cross the road," Mina added, giggling. "Or when Bakugou slipped on those hotdogs during a chase!"

Laughter rippled through the classroom, easing the tension of senior year's expectations. But Momo's demeanor shifted slightly when Todoroki's name was mentioned in passing.

Tsu noticed the change. "Hey, Momo, everything okay?" she asked with a hint of concern.

Mina chimed in, her tone teasing. "Oh, is it because you and Todoroki are the new favorite media ‘couple?’"

Jiro's smile faltered imperceptibly at the mention of coupling. While she cherished her friendship with Momo, jealousy gnawed at her heart.  a feeling she struggled to define or admit even to herself amidst their shared successes.

Momo caught the shift in Jiro's demeanor, her own thoughts wandering. "It's not just about the media," Momo said quietly, drawing Jiro's attention. "I admire Todoroki's dedication and skill, but..."

Her voice trailed off, uncertainty clouding her expression. Jiro's gaze softened, sensing Momo's unspoken turmoil. The weight of senior year's expectations, coupled with their evolving relationships and public scrutiny, cast a shadow over their once carefree camaraderie.

As Tsu and Mina continued chatting animatedly, Jiro glanced at Momo, who seemed lost in thought. A pang of uncertainty gripped Jiro's chest. “Hey, how about we get away this weekend? Just you and me and the sun?” Momo instantly perked up at this. “I would love that.”

They had planned an outing to the beach, a simple escape to relieve the mounting stress of hero training and media scrutiny.

Under the bright afternoon sun, they strolled along the shoreline, bare feet sinking into the warm sand. Momo's laughter carried on the breeze as she bent down to pick a vibrant cluster of wildflowers, her smile radiant against the backdrop of the azure sea.

Jiro grinned, her own worries momentarily forgotten as she teased Momo about her flower-picking technique. "You're supposed to gently twist them from the stem, not yank them out like you're battling a villain," she quipped, earning a playful swat from Momo.

They settled on a secluded spot, spreading out a blanket under the shade of a sturdy palm tree. Momo unpacked a picnic basket while Jiro stretched out lazily, soaking in the tranquility of the moment.

Momo's fingers danced over the contents of the basket, revealing an array of sandwiches and snacks she had meticulously prepared earlier that morning. "Hope you're hungry," she said with a grin, handing Jiro a sandwich wrapped in wax paper.

Jiro accepted it with a grateful nod, settling back onto the blanket. "Thanks, Mo. You didn't have to go all out like this."

Momo shrugged modestly, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. "You know I can’t resist."

As they ate, their conversation meandered through lighter topics—class gossip, plans for the upcoming summer break, and the absurdities of hero life captured by the media.

“I felt so bad for Kirishima when he called himself ‘The Rock Hard Hero’ and everyone ran with it.”

“That was pretty bad. How about when that reporter accidentally knocked over Toru because he didn’t see her?” 

Their laughter echoed in the distance, mingling with the sound of crashing waves. Jiro glanced over at Momo, noticing the way her friend's smile faltered slightly at the mention of Todoroki.

"You okay?" Jiro asked softly, nudging Momo's foot with her own under the blanket.

Momo's gaze drifted to the horizon, a thoughtful expression crossing her features. "Yeah, just thinking about what Aizawa said earlier. Senior year and all that—it's starting to hit home."

Jiro nodded in understanding, sensing the weight of their impending decisions about future agencies and careers. "We've come a long way since our first day at UA."

Momo chuckled softly. "Tell me about it. Remember when we thought making it through the entrance exam was the hardest part?"

"Yeah," Jiro agreed with a wistful smile. "And now we're choosing agencies and figuring out the rest of our lives."

Their conversation drifted into a comfortable silence, punctuated only by the distant cries of seagulls and the gentle rustling of palm fronds in the breeze. Jiro leaned back, her eyes drifting shut as she savored the rare tranquility.

“Hey,”

“Yeah?”

“I have something to ask you..”

The peace shattered abruptly as Momo's phone rang, startling them both out of their reverie. Todoroki's name flashed on the screen, and Momo's expression shifted from relaxation to concern.

"It's Todoroki," she murmured, her voice laced with reluctance as she answered the call.

Jiro watched quietly as Momo's shoulders tensed, her gaze fixed on the horizon as she listened intently to the details of a villain they had apprehended together. A trial was approaching, and Momo's testimony was crucial.

"It’s okay. I'll come with you," Jiro offered quietly, sensing Momo's hesitation to leave their impromptu escape. "Thank you, I’m sorry. Here, I'll drive," Momo replied, packing up their things with practiced efficiency.

Once in the car, Jiro sighed and glanced at the clear blue sky above them. "Mind if I open the sunroof? I want to soak in a few more minutes of this sunshine."

Momo smiled softly, nodding in agreement. "Go ahead."

With a few taps, the sunroof slid open, flooding the car with warmth and light. Jiro climbed up, stretching out beneath the open sky with a contented sigh. Spreading her arms out on either side of her, she could feel the wind tousle her hair as Momo turned on the radio, filling the car with a familiar tune.

Momo's voice joined the music softly, her eyes fixed on the road ahead as she sang along. Jiro closed her eyes, letting the melody wash over her, momentarily forgetting the impending trial and the complexities of their lives.

It's fine, it's cool

You can say that we are nothing, but you know the truth

And guess I'm the fool

With her arms out like an angel through the car sunroof

The weather shifted subtly, gray clouds rolling in to obscure the once brilliant sun. Jiro watched the changing sky, a sense of melancholy tugging at her heart. She hugged herself instinctively, crossing her arms over her chest for comfort as the warmth dissipated.

"Momo, do you think it'll rain?" Jiro called out over the wind rushing through the sunroof.

Momo glanced up at the darkening sky, her voice carrying a hint of regret. "Maybe. You should come inside soon."

Reluctantly, Jiro nodded, closing the sunroof as they approached the courthouse. The echoes of their carefree afternoon faded with each passing mile, replaced once more by the weight of their responsibilities as heroes.

The courthouse waiting room hummed with a subdued energy as Jiro sat, absently doodling music notes in her notebook. The soft scratch of her pencil on paper was the only sound until another voice broke through her thoughts.

"Hey, Jiro! Fancy seeing you here," Denki's cheerful voice rang out, drawing Jiro's attention. He strolled into the room with an easy grin, his presence injecting a welcome dose of levity into the tense atmosphere.

Jiro's lips curved into a smile as she closed her notebook, tucking it protectively under her arm. "Hey, Denki. Just here waiting for Momo. What are you doing here?"

Denki shrugged nonchalantly, leaning against the wall beside her. "Oh, you know, the usual. Villains, trials, the works. But I see you've been writing new music. Anything you can share?"

Jiro's cheeks warmed with a hint of embarrassment. "Not yet. It's still a work in progress."

Denki nodded understandingly. "Fair enough. I can't wait to hear it when it's ready."

Their conversation was interrupted by a soft, familiar voice drifting from the hallway. "Baby, you're such a sweetheart," Momo cooed, her tone filled with affection.

What-

Jiro's curiosity piqued, and she stood up, motioning for Denki to follow her. He trailed after her, looking slightly puzzled but intrigued.

Peering around the corner, Jiro spotted Momo standing with Todoroki and a woman Jiro assumed was his sister, who cradled a small cat in her arms. The shelter had called Todoroki's sister to ask if he could take in the stray they had found, as no one else wanted to adopt him.

After Todoroki's sister finished explaining about the cat, Todoroki stood there quietly, his demeanor composed as ever. Momo, however, detected a subtle shift in his expression, one that spoke of a quiet satisfaction beneath his stoic exterior.

"He seems to like him," Momo's face lit up with a gentle smile as she reached out to stroke the cat's fur. "Look at him! He's such a baby!" she remarked fondly.

Todoroki's expression softened imperceptibly, though his demeanor remained cool and composed. "We'll take him to the vet first thing tomorrow. Thanks for bringing him over, sis," he said, grateful.

“And thank you for showing up so quickly for the trial, Yaoyorozu."

“No worries, Todoroki.”

Todoroki nodded in acknowledgment before turning to Jiro with a polite nod. "Sorry for interrupting your time together."

Jirou waved off his apology with a good-natured smile. "It's fine, really."

Denki sidled up beside Jiro, grinning at the sight of the cat. "Aw, he's adorable! What's his name?"

Todoroki's sister chuckled softly. "He doesn't have one yet. We'll figure that out soon."

“Good luck with the cat!"

Denki, who had been listening with interest, chimed in cheerfully. "Yeah, good luck! Cats are awesome."

Todoroki's sister smiled warmly at them all. "Thank you. Have a good night, everyone."

With that, Todoroki and his sister bid farewell, disappearing down the hallway together.

Jirou watched them go with a thoughtful expression before turning to Momo, who was still gently stroking the cat. "That was unexpected."

Momo chuckled softly. "Yeah, it was. But I guess saving cats is part of Jirou a hero too."

Jiro nodded in agreement, a small smile playing on her lips. "Definitely."

As they headed back to their seats in the waiting room, Denki checked his phone and grinned. "Jiro like Sero's calling me. I should catch up with him. See you later, Jiro, Momo!"

He waved goodbye and hurried off down the hallway, leaving Jirou and Momo alone once more.

Momo glanced at Jiro, her expression thoughtful. "Ready to head out?"

Jiro nodded, falling into step beside her friend as they made their way through the courthouse, their thoughts drifting back to the evening's unexpected encounter with Todoroki.

Jiro ears perked up, “Is Sero with you?”

Denki nodded, flashing a smile. “Yeah, he’s here. Hey man, where did you go?”

A voice echoed down the hallway, “Over yonder!”

Denki laughed, and with a slight wave of his hand, called out, “Sero, over here!”

Sero jogged over, greeting the girls with a warm smile. “Hello, ladies,” he said, his tone friendly and upbeat.

They all made their way out of the courthouse and into the well-lit parking lot. The night air was cool, and the lights above cast a soft glow on the concrete. When they reached Momo's car, Denki turned to Jirou, giving her a fist bump. “Catch you later,” he said with a grin, then waved to Momo. “Goodnight, Momo!”

Sero nodded, adding his own goodbye. “Have a good night, you two.” With a playful glint in their eyes, Denki and Sero dashed off, running the short distance across the parking lot to Sero’s car.

Jiro and Momo couldn’t help but giggle at the sight. Just as they were about to get into their own car, Jirou’s phone lit up with Denki’s name. She answered it, laughter still in her voice. “Hey, Denki. What’s up?”

Denki’s voice came through the speaker, feigning fear. “Don’t laugh, Kyouka! It’s scary out here. Who’s gonna protect me?”

Jiro rolled her eyes, still chuckling. “You’re both pro heroes!” she exclaimed, amused by their antics.

Sero’s laughter could be heard in the background, and he chimed in with a teasing tone. “Don’t worry, baby.~ I’ll be your savior of the night!”

As she spoke, she and Momo could see Sero’s car rocking back and forth. The silhouettes inside showed the two boys play-fighting, their laughter and mock screams filling the air.

Jiro shook her head, smiling at the playful scene. “Those two are unbelievable.”

Momo nodded, her own smile wide. “Definitely.” 

Momo and Jiro were breathless from laughter, tears streaming down their faces as they heard Denki’s voice over the phone. “I SAID GET AWAY FROM ME, BRO!” he yelled.

“I’LL PROTECT YOU, PAPI CHULO!” Sero’s voice boomed in response, causing a fit of screaming from the girls.

Momo managed to start the car, still chuckling, and drove up to the boys. They saw Sero making exaggerated kissy faces at Denki, who was brandishing a water bottle like a weapon. Momo rolled down her window, and Sero did the same.

“Hello, ladies,” Sero greeted with mock formality. “Fine night we’re having. How may we help you?”

Denki, making desperate faces, silently pleaded for help. Momo smirked, playing along. “Oh, just enjoying the view. Seems like you’re having quite the adventure.”

“Oh, you know,” Sero replied, winking. “Just a regular night of hero business. Keeping the streets safe.”

As Denki tried to make his escape, Sero noticed and quickly locked the doors. Denki, undeterred, threw himself out of the window. Sero, mid-banter with Momo, exclaimed, “Oh no, you don’t, Pookie!” He lunged to grab Denki’s legs, but Denki wriggled free, kicking and screaming.

Denki managed to drop out of the window, landing with a thud on the pavement. He scrambled to his feet and darted behind Sero’s car, then, with surprising agility, jumped onto the roof of Momo’s car. “DRIVE, DAMN IT, DRIVE!” he shouted, pounding on the roof.

Momo, barely able to contain her laughter, floored it. Jirou, still giggling, reached up and pulled Denki in through the sunroof. Sero, not to be outdone, started his car and followed them, waving something out of his window as he drove.

Denki tumbled into the backseat, breathless and grinning. “Thanks for the save,” he panted.

Jirou quirked an eyebrow at him, noting his attire. “Really?” she asked, smirking. Denki, now blushing, was clad in nothing but his ironic Pikachu boxers.

“They were on sale!” he protested, trying to look dignified.

Momo slowed down, shaking her head in amusement. “You’re unbelievable, Denki.”

As they pulled up to Sero’s car, Sero rolled down his window. “You can always come back babe!~” 

“Shut the fuck up!” 

“Calm down Bakugou!”

He called, laughing as Denki dove headfirst through the window and into the passenger seat, snatching his pants. “Damn Kaminari, Back that ass up!” Jiro realized she was crying as she wiped her eyes and tried to breathe. 

“Don’t worry, ladies,” Sero said, still laughing. “We’ve got him under control. Have a good night!”

Momo and Jiro waved, still laughing, as they drove away.

As Momo drove away, the laughter from their escapade with Denki and Sero slowly faded, leaving a comfortable silence between her and Jiro. The night air was cool, and the rhythmic hum of the engine provided a soothing backdrop.

Jiro glanced at Momo, her expression thoughtful. "You know," she started, her voice soft, "tonight was fun. It's good to laugh like that."

Momo smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes. "Yeah, it was. We needed that." She kept her gaze on the road, but Jiro could sense something was on her mind.

"Hey, Momo," Jiro said, leaning back in her seat. "Have you ever thought about what happens after all this? Like, after we graduate?"

Momo's grip tightened on the steering wheel. "I try not to think too far ahead. There's so much happening now... it's overwhelming sometimes."

Jiro nodded, understanding. "I get it. But... what about us?"

Momo glanced at her, a flicker of confusion crossing her face. "Us?"

"Yeah, I mean... our friendship. It's not exactly... conventional, is it?" Jiro's heart pounded as she spoke, her feelings hanging in the balance.

Momo sighed, her eyes softening. "No, it's not. But I don't think I'd want it any other way." She reached over and took Jiro's hand, squeezing it gently. "We've been through so much together. You've always been there for me, Jiro."

Jiro's heart swelled at Momo's words. "And you for me. I guess... I just worry sometimes. About what might change."

Momo's gaze returned to the road, her expression contemplative. "Change is inevitable, but some things... some things can last." She turned to Jiro, a small smile playing on her lips. "Like us."

Jiro felt a warmth spread through her chest, a reassurance she hadn't realized she needed. "Forever?"

"Always," Momo replied, her voice firm yet tender.

They drove off into the night, their hands clasped together, finding comfort in the unspoken promise between them. The future was uncertain, but in that moment, they had each other, and that was enough.

I don't wanna call it off

But you don't wanna call it love

You only wanna be the one that I call "baby"

A few years had passed since that unforgettable night. Everyone had graduated and settled into their hero lives. Jiro and Momo had followed through with their plan, starting their own agency. However, as time went on, the demands of their careers had made it increasingly difficult to spend time together. The spark that once defined their friendship seemed to have dimmed.

Jiro still continued to make music and after one of Jiro's gigs, they found themselves at a bar, slamming down drinks. The atmosphere was different, a tension lingering in the air. The television above the bar blared with a news report about a recent villain takedown by Momo and Todoroki, and the dating rumors surrounding them were more rampant than ever.

Jiro took a sip of her drink, glancing at the screen. "They're really going all out with this, huh?" she remarked, her tone light but her eyes betraying her concern.

Momo sighed, her fingers drumming against her glass. "Yeah, it's been exhausting. I don't like all the negative attention, and my family is starting to pressure me into pursuing a relationship."

Jiro frowned, feeling a pang of jealousy and protectiveness. "That's not fair. You shouldn't have to deal with that."

Momo shrugged, her expression weary. "It's part of the job, I suppose. But it feels like... like they're trying to define my life for me."

Jiro nodded, understanding all too well. "I get it. Sometimes it feels like we're just playing roles, not living our own lives."

Momo looked at Jiro, her eyes searching. "Do you ever feel like that? Like we're holding back?"

Jiro hesitated, then nodded. "Yeah, I do. It's like there's this invisible barrier between us now. We're not the same as we used to be."

Momo's gaze softened. "I miss how things used to be, Jiro. When it was just us against the world."

Jiro reached out, placing a hand over Momo's. "Me too. But maybe we can find a way back to that. We just have to be honest with each other."

Momo nodded, squeezing Jiro's hand. "You're right. We've been through too much together to let this drift apart."

Jiro looked at Momo with concern, her brow furrowing. "Have you tried telling them you don't have time?"

Momo nodded, frustration evident in her eyes. "I have, but they don't believe me. Especially since I continued to go to school and got my Doctorate in Justice last year."

Jiro took a sip of her drink, the liquid burning slightly as it went down. "Do you have feelings for Todoroki?" she asked softly, her voice barely audible over the background noise.

Momo shook her head, her expression conflicted. "I'm not really sure. It seems like we work together more than ever, but I don't know if it's more than that."

Jiro reached out, placing a comforting hand on Momo's. For the first time in a long while, it felt like they were really talking, getting back into that old familiar flow. They shared their thoughts and feelings openly, bridging the gap that had grown between them.

Just as the conversation deepened, the door to the bar swung open, and Todoroki walked in. His presence was a stark contrast to the intimate setting, his icy demeanor drawing a few glances. “Oh, he’s our driver for tonight.” Momo, having had a few drinks, tried to get down from her stool to greet him. Her vision blurred slightly, and she stumbled, her body slipping off the barstool.

"Whoa, careful there," Jiro started, but before she could react, Todoroki moved to catch Momo. In a clumsy attempt to steady her, their lips accidentally met. Jiro, who was paying the tab, missed the mishap.

Jiro turned back just in time to see Todoroki helping Momo stand up, her cheeks flushed from both the alcohol and the embarrassment. "She's never had more than two cups of wine," Jiro commented, trying to lighten the mood with a chuckle.

As they left the bar, the cool night air wrapped around them. They held hands as they walked to the car, the city lights casting a soft glow on their intertwined fingers as Todoroki trailed quietly behind them. 

Outside, Jiro helped Momo into Todoroki’s car, her heart heavy with an unspoken concern. "Forever?" Jiro asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Always," Momo replied, their hands finding each other in a familiar grip. The ride back was quiet but comfortable, both lost in their thoughts with Shoto at the wheel. 

Unbeknownst to them, undercover paparazzi had been lurking in the bar, their cameras capturing the incident from various angles. The flash of a camera went unnoticed amidst the dim lighting and bustling atmosphere.

The next morning, the news outlets were plastered with shots of Momo and Todoroki kissing, the headlines sensationalizing their hero names and suggesting a romantic involvement. The photos made it look like Todoroki was lifting Momo up for a kiss, the narrative spiraling out of control.

You can kiss a hundred boys in bars

Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling

You can say it's just the way you are

Make a new excuse, another stupid reason

The aftermath of the incident hit hard. Everyone associated with Momo, including Jiro, and their agency (including Tsuyu and Mina), found themselves under relentless harassment. The media frenzy had become unbearable, and Momo was beside herself with frustration and despair. She couldn’t just cry and lay it all out on national TV, but hiding from her family and friends wasn't an option either.

At their shared agency office, the atmosphere was tense. Momo sat at her desk, her hands trembling as she read through another barrage of accusatory messages and intrusive questions from the press. She felt trapped, unable to find a way out of this mess. Her mind drifted back to the conversation she had with Jiro at the bar, the one time she felt they were truly reconnecting. Now, it seemed like a cruel joke.

Tsuyu and Mina were there too, trying their best to comfort Momo. Tsuyu placed a gentle hand on Momo's shoulder, her voice soothing. "Momo-chan, we're here for you, kero. We'll get through this together."

Jiro, on the other hand, was equally distraught. She watched Momo from a distance, feeling a deep ache in her chest. 

The conversation they had seemed meaningless now, overshadowed by the scandal. Jiro wanted to be there for Momo, but she felt hurt and confused. The media's portrayal of Momo and Todoroki together made her feel like an outsider, like their moment of connection had been erased.

Mina, with her characteristic energy, tried to lift the mood. "Yeah, Momo! Screw those reporters. They don't know the real you. We're a team, and we've got your back!"

Despite their efforts, Momo couldn't shake off the despair. She managed a weak smile, grateful for their support, but the weight of the situation was crushing. Jiro, unable to bear the pain any longer, slipped away to the bathroom. She locked the door behind her and sank to the floor, letting the tears flow freely. 

She felt guilty for not being able to be strong for Momo, for not being able to handle the situation better. She wanted to support her, but her own feelings of hurt and betrayal were overwhelming.

"I just need some air," Jiro whispered to herself, wiping her tears away. She pulled out her phone and hesitated for a moment before calling Denki. His cheerful voice on the other end brought a slight comfort.

"Hey Jiro! What's up?" Denki's voice was a mix of concern and warmth.

"Denki, can we hang out? I just need to get away for a bit," Jiro said, trying to keep her voice steady.

"Of course, Kyouka. Where do you want to meet?" Denki replied without hesitation.

"Anywhere but here," Jiro sighed, feeling a bit lighter knowing that Denki would be there for her.

They decided to meet at a quiet café they used to frequent during their school days. Jiro took a deep breath, composed herself, and left the bathroom. She told Momo, Tsuyu, and Mina she needed to step out for a while. Momo looked at her with tired eyes but nodded, understanding that Jiro needed some space.

Months had passed since the scandal broke out, and the dust had started to settle. Everyone at the agency had been pushing through their work, trying to maintain a sense of normalcy. One evening, after everyone else had left the office, Jiro and Momo found themselves alone, sharing a rare moment of quiet together.

They sat across from each other, the silence filled with unspoken words. Jiro, twirling a pen between her fingers, finally broke the silence. "Momo, if you were thinking about doing anything crazy, you'd tell me, right?"

Momo looked up, a faint, sad smile playing on her lips. "Of course, Kyouka."

But the next day, everything changed. Momo and Todoroki announced their official relationship in the media, sparking a whirlwind of attention. Jiro felt a sharp pang of betrayal and hurt. She couldn't understand why Momo hadn't confided in her.

At the office, Jiro confronted Momo, her voice trembling with emotion. "Why didn't you tell me, Momo? You said you would."

Momo looked uncomfortable, her eyes avoiding Jiro's. "It just happened."

Jiro took a deep breath, trying to keep her emotions in check. "Do you like him?"

"What? Of course I do," Momo replied, her confusion evident.

"No," Jiro pressed, her voice more insistent. "I mean, do you actually like him? Like, do you like him in the way you like a friend? Or do you like him the way you like me?"

Momo's eyes widened, and she looked taken aback. The question hung heavy in the air between them, laden with years of unspoken feelings and unresolved emotions.

"Mo, answer me," Jiro said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

Momo's expression softened, and she looked away, unable to meet Jiro's gaze. "I... I don't know. I admire him, and I respect him. But..."

"But what, Momo?" Jiro's voice was filled with a mixture of hope and despair.

"But I don't know if I feel the same way about him as I did about you," Momo admitted, her voice breaking.

Jiro felt a lump form in her throat. "Then why, Mo? Why didn't you tell me?"

Momo sighed, running a hand through her hair. "Because I thought... I thought it might be better this way. Less complicated. I wanted to try to move on."

"Move on from what?" Jiro asked, her voice trembling.

"From us," Momo whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.

The weight of Momo's words hit Jiro hard. The conversation halted, it felt like they were both walking on eggshells, afraid to say too much or too little. 

“Oh.”

In the weeks that followed, their interactions became increasingly strained and limited to work-related matters. The easy camaraderie and bond they had once shared were now overshadowed by a lingering sense of betrayal and unresolved feelings. Both women struggled to navigate the new dynamic, the spark that once lit up their friendship now reduced to a flicker.

And so, they drifted apart, each carrying the weight of what could have been, their hearts heavy with unspoken words and lost opportunities. The world moved on, but the pain of that night and the choices made lingered, a silent reminder of a bond that had been shattered and could never be the same again.

Good luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

Good luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)

You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling

Jiro stood beneath the warm spray of the shower, the steam curling around her. Her mind raced with thoughts of what had just transpired with Denki, their passionate encounter leaving her conflicted and raw. Droplets of water cascaded down her skin, but they couldn't wash away the turmoil inside.

As she dried her hair, she muttered softly to herself, a bitter acknowledgment of the complexities in her life. The affair with Denki was intense, bordering on the kind of emotion that was both exhilarating and daunting.

"It's not fair," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the sound of the bathroom vent. She leaned against the counter, staring at herself in the mirror. Despite the steam, her reflection looked back at her with uncertainty.

Jiro wrapped the towel tighter around herself and moved to their shared office with Momo, keeping the door closed. The atmosphere between them had been tense lately, not just because of her newfound intimacy with Denki, but also because of unspoken emotions lingering between her and Momo.

I'm cliché, who cares?

It's a sexually explicit kind of love affair

And I cry, it's not fair

I just need a little lovin', I just need a little air

"Think I'm gonna call it off," Jiro murmured to herself, her fingers tracing absent patterns on the tv remote. She glanced at the news as a  pang of nostalgia and guilt tug at her heart. She liked Denki, enjoyed his company, but the weight of commitment felt heavy on her shoulders.

"I just need someone,” she admitted softly, sinking into the couch. Her thoughts drifted to Momo and Todoroki, their recent announcement and the media frenzy that followed. Jiro felt a twinge of jealousy and longing, missing the raven haired woman.

Her eyes welled with tears as she closed them, the room around her feeling suffocatingly silent. Again, thoughts of Denki filled her mind. Jiro was a hypocrite. She knew it, she didn’t like him the way she liked Momo, she loved Momo. 

Maybe in time she could learn to love him? Jiro needed clarity, to untangle the threads of her heart and find where her true feelings lay. For now, she was adrift in a sea of uncertainty, longing for someone who could understand her deeply and love her, through it all.

Think I'm gonna call it off

Even if you call it love

I just wanna love someone who calls me "baby"

Seven months had slipped by in a blur of missions, paperwork, and lingering tensions at the agency. Christmas Eve arrived with a bitter chill that matched the frostiness in Jiro's heart. The news of Todoroki and Momo's engagement had swept through the hero community like a sudden storm, leaving everyone stunned by its swiftness. What had begun as rumors weeks ago was now reality—a reality that Jiro struggled to accept.

The media frenzy was relentless. Cameras flashed outside the agency, reporters clamored for interviews, and speculations ran wild. "Is there a little hero on the way?" the headlines teased, igniting a firestorm of gossip and intrusive inquiries. Todoroki, ever stoic, shut down those rumors with a terse statement, but the scrutiny only intensified. Security at the agency was bolstered to keep the paparazzi at bay, leaving everyone on edge.

In the midst of this chaos, Momo wore a ring that sparkled conspicuously on her finger—a ring the size of a large strawberry, a testament to the seriousness of their relationship. It was a sight Jiro couldn't bear to see, each glint of the diamond weighing heavily on her heart.

On Christmas Eve, the agency was quieter than usual. The decorations twinkled half-heartedly in the dimmed lights, and the usual festive cheer felt forced. Jiro found herself lingering in the common area, avoiding the jubilant celebrations happening elsewhere in the building. She nursed a cup of lukewarm cocoa, its sweetness a stark contrast to the bitter taste in her mouth.

She glanced at Momo's office door, closed as it had been for weeks now. The distance between them had grown, a gulf widening with each passing day since that night at the bar. They had spoken about their feelings, about the complexities of their relationship, but it hadn't brought them closer—it had only highlighted the rift that had formed.

A knock at the door pulled Jiro from her thoughts. Tsuyu and Mina stood in the doorway, their expressions a mix of concern and tentative hope. Tsuyu's calm demeanor contrasted with Mina's more animated worry.

"Jiro, are you okay?" Tsuyu asked softly, her voice a soothing balm against Jiro's turmoil.

Jiro managed a weak smile. "Yeah, just... processing," she replied, her voice betraying more than she intended. Mina stepped forward, her concern palpable. "It's tough, I know," she said gently, her hand reaching out to touch Jiro's arm in a gesture of comfort.

Jiro sighed, looking down at her cocoa. "I never thought... I just..." She struggled to find the words, the ache in her chest tightening with each syllable. 

Tsuyu nodded understandingly. "Sometimes, things change in ways we never expect," she offered quietly.

Mina nodded in agreement. "And it hurts, especially when you care so deeply."

Silence hung in the air, heavy with unspoken emotions. Jiro's gaze drifted to Momo's closed door again, a pang of longing mingling with regret. She had missed her friend, missed their easy camaraderie, missed the warmth of their shared moments.

"I just don't understand why she didn't tell me," Jiro whispered finally, her voice cracking with emotion. "I thought... I thought we were past keeping secrets."

Tsuyu placed a comforting hand on Jiro's shoulder. "Maybe she didn't know how to say it," she suggested gently. "Or maybe she was afraid of how you'd react."

Jiro sighed heavily, her shoulders slumping. "Maybe," she murmured, her gaze fixed on the ring-less finger gripping the cup.

The Christmas lights flickered above them, casting gentle shadows across the room. Outside, snow began to fall, softening the harsh edges of the cityscape beyond the windows.

"Whatever happens," Mina said softly, her voice breaking the silence, "you know we're here for you, Jiro. We'll get through this together."

Jiro managed a small nod, grateful for their support even as uncertainty gnawed at her heart. She took a deep breath, steeling herself against the ache, against the questions that lingered unanswered.

As the night wore on, Jiro found herself alone in the quiet office, her thoughts drifting to what lay ahead. The Christmas tree shimmered in the corner, a symbol of hope amid the shadows. Yet, as the clock struck midnight, all she could see was the glint of that oversized ring, a reminder of everything that had changed—and everything that would never be the same again.

--

Christmas had arrived and with it, the day of Momo and Todoroki's wedding. Snow cast a fragile veil of cheer over the city. Despite the bitter cold outside, the grand hall they booked out was warm with festive lights and laughter. It was meant to be a night of celebration, of camaraderie among friends and colleagues, yet for Jirou, the weight of recent events hung heavy on her heart.

The morning sun streamed through the windows of the bridal suite with a brilliance that felt almost cruel to Jirou, casting a golden glow over everything it touched. Jirou stood by Momo’s side, her heart heavy yet proud, her bittersweet smile barely masking the turmoil within. As Momo slipped on the perfect white dress, spinning slowly to admire herself in the mirror, Jirou felt an ache so deep it almost stole her breath.

Momo was breathtaking. Her hair, pinned back with delicate pearls, framed her face beautifully, while her eyes sparkled with joy and a touch of nervous excitement. The dress, a masterpiece of satin and lace, flowed around her like a whisper, the train trailing elegantly behind. She looked every bit the radiant bride, and Jiro's heart twisted painfully at the sight. She wished, more than anything, that Momo was donning this dress for her.

“Jirou, can you help with the veil?” Momo’s voice pulled her from her reverie, sweet and soft as always, yet tinged with the excitement of the day.

“Of course,” Jiro managed, her voice steady despite the tears threatening to spill. Her fingers trembled slightly as she adjusted the delicate fabric, each touch a reminder of what could never be.

As the ceremony approached, it took everything in Jiro not to cry. Walking down the aisle as maid of honor, each step felt heavy, the weight of her emotions almost unbearable. The faces of friends and family blurred around her, their smiles and happy tears a stark contrast to the turmoil inside her.

She kept her eyes forward, refusing to let them drift towards the man she couldn't help but resent. Todoroki stood at the altar, his face a picture of calm anticipation. Jiro tried not to hate him, but it was a losing battle.

But nothing compared to the gut-wrenching sight of Momo walking down the aisle, radiant and ethereal.

When the music swelled and Momo appeared at the end of the aisle, arm-in-arm with her father, Jiro's breath hitched. Momo moved with a grace that seemed almost otherworldly, her smile lighting up the entire room. The delicate snowflakes that dusted her veil sparkled under the soft lights, creating a halo effect that made her look angelic. Jiro's heart ached, each beat pounding with painful longing and unfulfilled dreams.

During the ceremony, Jiro felt herself drift away. In her daydream, she was the one standing beside Momo, not Todoroki. She imagined herself objecting, her voice strong and clear, when the officiant asked if anyone had any reasons to stop the marriage. Or better yet, Momo, unable to hold back her true feelings, confessing her love for Jiro and taking Jiro’s hand as they fled the chapel with together, leaving behind a world that could never understand them. The vivid imagery provided a fleeting escape from her heartache.

But the fantasy shattered when the officiant’s voice broke through her thoughts.

“I do,” Momo’s voice rang out clear and certain, a dagger to Jiro’s heart.

“And do you, Todoroki Shoto, take Yaoyorozu Momo to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do,” Todoroki’s voice was equally firm, his gaze steady on Momo.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

You might as well have shot her right there. 

As Momo and Todoroki shared their first kiss as a married couple, something inside Jirou shattered. She felt a part of her soul break away, lost forever. It was an ache she couldn’t describe, a pain that seemed to reach every part of her being.

With a heavy heart, she prepared to perform, because Momo had asked her to. She could never deny Momo anything. The bouquet toss happened early, a whirlwind of activity as the bouquet flew through the air. Denki, ever the charming klutz, caught it with his face, causing a ripple of laughter and cheers.

“Nice catch, Denki!” Sero teased, pretending to be hurt by the flower collision. "When do I get to pick out the ring?"

Todoroki chuckled, his usual stoic expression softened with amusement. Kirishima and Mina fawned over the moment, their faces lit with delight. Tsuyu, Ochako, and Toru, the other bridesmaids, shared amused glances.

Denki, blushing ear to ear, smiled and waved at Jiro, his eyes sparkling with a mix of hope and nerves. Everyone turned to look at them, the silent question hanging in the air. Jiro’s heart twisted, knowing the moment wasn’t about her and Denki, but rather the unresolved feelings she had for Momo.

Jiro couldn’t get a moment alone with Momo amidst the flurry of congratulations and celebrations. Every time she tried, someone else whisked Momo away, leaving Jiro standing on the periphery, watching, waiting. Determined, she decided to make Momo hear her.

She stood backstage, gazing out at the elegantly decorated hall where Denki was engrossed in conversation with Tsuyu and Kirishima. His smile, genuine and bright, offered a fleeting comfort. Jirou turned away, taking a moment to collect herself. The stage lights cast gentle shadows around her, a contrast to the turmoil swirling within.

She couldn't shake the pang of jealousy that had plagued her. It wasn't about ownership or possessiveness—it was about the deep ache of longing for what she had once shared with Momo. They had been more than friends, more than colleagues; they had been confidantes, partners, and companions in a way that defied labels. Now, seeing Momo adorned with Todoroki's ring felt like a stark reminder of what had slipped through her fingers.

"I can't survive on emotional scraps," Jirou whispered to herself, her voice barely audible over the hum of chatter from the hall. Guilt gnawed at her for feeling this way, for mourning something that perhaps never truly belonged to her. She understood free will, understood that Momo had the right to pursue her own happiness. Yet, it didn't dull the ache in her chest.

A gentle hand on her shoulder brought her back to the present. It was Denki, his eyes filled with concern and understanding. He squeezed her shoulder reassuringly, offering silent support.

"You've got this," he mouthed, giving her a thumbs-up before returning to the others.

Jirou took a deep breath, steeling herself against the tumult of emotions threatening to overwhelm her. She turned to the band, signaling that she was ready. The familiar chords of the guitar filled the air, anchoring her in the present moment.

As she stepped onto the stage, the warmth of the spotlight enveloped her. The room fell silent, all eyes turning toward her expectantly. Jiro closed her eyes for a brief moment, gathering her thoughts, finding solace in the music that had always been her refuge.

When she opened her eyes again, her gaze swept across the faces of friends, colleagues, and familiar strangers. Among them, she caught a glimpse of Momo and Todoroki, their intertwined hands a stark contrast against the backdrop of twinkling lights.

“This song...,” Jirou started, keeping her voice steady despite the turmoil inside. “It says everything I never could.”

Jirou drew a steadying breath, the lyrics flowing from her lips with a rawness and vulnerability she had rarely shown. Each note carried a piece of her soul, each word a confession of unspoken longing and heartache. The music swelled around her, carrying her emotions into the open, laying bare the truth she had been wrestling with.

“You can kiss a hundred boys in bars

Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling

You can say it's just the way you are

Make a new excuse, another stupid reason,”

As she sang, her gaze inadvertently found Momo's in the crowd. Jiro’s fingers harshly gripped the mic as the dance melody filled the dimly lit pub. 

"When you wake up next to him in the middle of the night..."

Momo's eyes widened in realization, her hand unconsciously gripping the edge of the table. Tsuyu and Mina exchanged worried glances, sensing the tension in the room. Denki, sitting next to them, furrowed his brow in confusion, trying to piece together the meaning behind Jiro's choice of song.

"With your head in your hands, you're nothing more than his wife..."

Sero leaned forward, his expression shifting from curiosity to concern as he glanced between Jiro and Momo. Todoroki, sitting quietly beside Momo, tensed imperceptibly, his eyes narrowing slightly.

"And when you think about me, all of those years ago..."

The words hung heavy in the air, resonating with everyone present. Some in the audience began to murmur, realizing the song's personal nature. Momo's breath caught in her throat, her heart racing as she struggled to maintain composure.

"You're standing face to face with 'I told you so'..."

Jiro's voice wavered slightly, the raw emotion evident in every note. She continued singing, pouring her heart into the lyrics that inadvertently unveiled the unspoken tensions between them.

"You know I hate to say, 'I told you so'..."

Denki glanced over at Jiro, a flicker of understanding crossing his face as he pieced together the implications. Sero placed a reassuring hand on Mina's shoulder, silently acknowledging the gravity of the moment.

"You can kiss a hundred boys in bars..."

Todoroki's jaw clenched, his gaze fixed on Jiro with a mix of disbelief and resignation. Tsuyu placed a supportive hand on Momo's arm, offering a silent gesture of comfort.

"Shoot another shot, try to stop the feeling..."

As the chorus echoed through the pub, the atmosphere grew tense. The truth behind Jiro's song hung heavy, casting a shadow over the gathered heroes and students.

"You can say it's just the way you are..."

Momo's eyes glistened with unshed tears, her emotions raw and exposed. The weight of Jiro's words sank in, each verse unraveling the fragile threads that bound their complex relationship.

"Good luck, babe..."

Jiro's voice softened, the final words carrying a bittersweet farewell. The crowd fell silent, absorbing the poignant moment unfolding before them.

“You’d have to stop the world just to stop the feeling,”

After Jiro's song concluded, the hall erupted into applause and cheers, a stark contrast to the turmoil brewing. The band seamlessly transitioned into a rock version of "Jingle Bells," and patrons began to sway and dance, caught up in the festive atmosphere.

Momo sat frozen in her seat, her hands trembling as she processed the weight of Jiro's words. Tsuyu and Mina exchanged worried glances, unsure of how to comfort their friend in this moment of vulnerability.

Momo's voice broke through the quietude, her tone trembling yet resolute. "Excuse me," she managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. With swift steps, she hurried towards the restroom.

Sero, sensing the tension, leaned closer to Denki, murmuring under his breath, "That song... it was about Momo, wasn't it?" Denki nodded slowly, his expression somber as he watched Jiro on stage, silently grappling with her own emotions.

Denki stood frozen, his expression caught between shock and hurt. He felt as though a part of him had been exposed, vulnerable under the weight of Jiro's raw emotions. Sero turned to Denki, his expression grave. "We should give them some space," he suggested softly, knowing that Momo and Jiro needed time to process the emotional upheaval.

Nearby, Tsuyu watched with disappointment etched on her face, her typically neutral demeanor betraying a hint of sadness for her friends' fractured relationships.

Tsuyu shook her head silently, her gaze lingering on Jiro with empathy. "I hope they can sort things out," she murmured, her voice tinged with concern for her friends' fractured relationship.

Mina, always one to address difficult situations head-on, approached Jiro with a mix of concern and confusion. "Why did you do that?" she asked softly, her eyes searching Jiro's face for answers amidst the din of the hall.

Across the room, Todoroki's anger simmered beneath the surface, his gaze locked onto Jiro with an intensity that could freeze fire. He clenched his fists, struggling to contain the tumult of emotions stirred by Jiro's revelation. With a curt nod towards the group, he turned on his heel and made his way purposefully towards the restroom where Momo had fled.

As he approached, Todoroki hesitated for a moment, his hand hovering over the door before he gently pushed it open. Inside, Momo stood by the sink, her reflection distorted in the mirror by tears that streaked down her cheeks. The water was running, and it was clear she had just thrown up. She turned at the sound of the door, her red eyes a mix of vulnerability and defiance.

Without a word, Todoroki closed the distance between them and pulled her into a comforting embrace. Momo buried her face in his chest, the weight of Jiro's words still echoing in her mind. "I’m sorry," she whispered hoarsely, her voice wavering with a mixture of guilt and confusion.

Todoroki held her tighter, his own turmoil momentarily set aside in favor of offering solace to the woman he loved. "It's okay," he murmured reassuringly, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "We'll figure this out."

Back in the hall, the holiday cheer continued unabated, oblivious to the storm brewing within its walls. Classmates danced and laughed, oblivious to the rift that had been exposed among their friends. Yet, for Jiro and Momo, and even for Denki and Todoroki, the night had taken an unexpected turn.

As the band played on and the festivities carried on around them, Jiro stood amidst the crowd, grappling with the aftermath of her emotional outpouring. She knew she had shattered whatever fragile friendship between herself and Momo remained, yet the truth had been a burden too heavy to bear alone.

With a heavy heart, she watched as Denki approached, his expression still a mix of hurt and confusion. "Why, Jirou?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with pain.

Jiro met his gaze, her own eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I just... needed to be heard," she admitted quietly, the weight of her confession hanging in the air between them. "Even if it hurt."

Denki nodded slowly, his hand reaching out to touch her shoulder in a gesture of silent understanding. "I get it," he murmured, his voice barely audible over the music and chatter around them. "But... it hurts."

“You hurt me, Jirou.”

Jirou's heart sank deeper at his words, knowing she had caused pain to someone she cared about deeply. The weight of Denki's disappointment added to the ache already gnawing at her chest.

Mina had left to find Kirishima, her usually bright demeanor dimmed by the tension in the air. Tsuyu couldn't meet Jiro's gaze, her disappointment evident in the downturn of her expression. Sero  lingered at the bar, leaning against the counter and observing quietly, his concern etched into the solemn expression of his face.

Jiro's eyes flicked to the table where she had last seen Todoroki and Momo. A door could be heard creaking open, when she turned to look, she caught a glimpse of the ravenette. 

Todoroki escorted Momo out, his arm wrapped protectively around her shoulders. The icy glare he had shot Jiro burned in her memory, freezing her in place. She glanced back towards the exit, catching a glimpse of Momo's red-rimmed eyes and tear-streaked face. It was like a punch to the gut, the pain of hurting someone she cared for so deeply.

Denki, about to move past them, nearly collided with Todoroki and Momo as they emerged from the restroom. The air crackled with unspoken tension as their eyes briefly met. Momo's gaze turned, filled with hurt and resignation, and struck Jiro to the core. It was a silent plea and an accusation all at once.

As they made their way through the venue, the atmosphere seemed to shift. The festive cheer around them faded into the background, replaced by an uneasy silence that mirrored the turmoil in Jiro's heart. 

The sight of Momo's wedding ring glinting briefly in the light felt like a sharp jab, a reminder of what Jiro had lost and what she had inadvertently shattered.

Outside, the world was cloaked in a soft blanket of snow, muffling the sounds of the city and casting a serene yet melancholy ambiance over the night. Jirou watched helplessly as Momo and Todoroki disappeared into the wintry venue, their figures gradually fading from view.

Alone amidst the holiday and party revelry, Jirou felt a profound sense of isolation. Her chest felt heavy while her throat seemed to close up. The trapped feelings in her heart seemed to have gone to the pit of her stomach and  although she hadn’t a drop to drink that night, she could feel the world a little too much. 

The music continued to play and laughter echoed through the pub, but Jirou stood rooted in place, with only her emotions to keep her company. 

--

The aftermath of Momo and Todoroki's wedding day rippled through their lives, causing a seismic shift in the balance of relationships and professional alliances. Momo's decision to leave the joint agency she had co-founded with Jirou sent shockwaves through their tight-knit circle of friends and colleagues.

Class 1-A, once unified in their support of one another, found themselves divided over the turn of events. Some understood Momo's need to distance herself from the painful memories Jiro's performance had stirred, while others sympathized with Jiro's unspoken love and the courage it took to bare her heart so publicly. Others agreed that the literal wedding day was not the time or place to share these deep intimate feelings. The camaraderie that had seen them through their years at U.A. Academy now felt strained, old bonds tested by conflicting loyalties.

Todoroki was furious. The calm, collected demeanor he was known for gave way to a rare display of anger. He couldn't comprehend why Momo would even consider staying in an agency where she was constantly reminded of Jiro's feelings. His frustration boiled over into heated arguments, his insistence that Momo leave the agency becoming more relentless with each passing day.

"Why can't you see that staying there will only hurt you more?" Todoroki asked one evening, his voice sharp with exasperation.

Momo, her own emotions a tumultuous sea of confusion and heartache, tried to keep her composure. "It's not that simple, Shoto. We've built something important. I can't just walk away from it all because of one moment."

"One moment?" Todoroki's eyes blazed with disbelief. "That performance was more than just a moment. She poured her heart out to you in front of everyone. On our wedding day! How can you work with her after that?"

Momo's resolve wavered, the weight of Todoroki's words pressing heavily on her. She felt the sting of Jiro's performance every time she thought about it, a sharp reminder of the unresolved feelings between them. Yet, the idea of leaving the agency she and Jirou had painstakingly built together felt like an abandonment of their shared dreams and accomplishments.

As the days turned into weeks, Todoroki's insistence grew stronger. He began making plans for a new agency, one where Momo could start fresh without the shadows of unspoken emotions looming over her. He reached out to potential investors, scouted locations, and drafted proposals, determined to create a future that he and Momo could share without the complications of Jiro's lingering presence.

Despite Todoroki's efforts, Momo remained torn. She knew he was right in many ways; distancing herself from Jirou might help heal the wounds inflicted by the wedding day. But leaving the agency felt like cutting away a part of herself, a sacrifice she wasn't sure she was willing to make. Each time she walked into the office, memories of their shared victories and challenges confronted her, reminding her of what they had achieved together.

One evening, after another tense discussion with Todoroki, Momo found herself wandering through the agency's headquarters. The walls were adorned with photos and mementos from their missions, each one a testament to their hard work and dedication. She paused in front of a picture of her and Jirou, taken on the day they signed their first big contract. Their smiles were wide and genuine, filled with the promise of a bright future.

Momo's heart ached as she stared at the photo. She knew that leaving the agency wouldn't erase the feelings or the memories. It wouldn't change the fact that Jirou's performance had hurt her deeply. But it also wouldn't change the fact of the bond they had shared, the moments of triumph and camaraderie that had defined their partnership.

 And how badly it was going to hurt to cut Jirou out of her life. 

--

Momo stood outside the shared office door that bridged her and Jiro's offices. It had been their sanctuary, a place where ideas flowed freely and laughter often echoed through the halls. Now, it felt like a barrier between them, a tangible reminder of what they were about to lose.

With a hesitant breath, Momo raised her hand and knocked softly on the door. The sound echoed faintly through the empty hallway, carrying with it the weight of unspoken words and lingering regrets.

After a moment, the door creaked open, revealing Jirou on the other side. Her expression softened at the sight of Momo, a mix of sorrow and longing in her eyes.

"Momo," Jiro murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Momo swallowed hard, meeting Jiro's gaze with a mixture of sadness and resolve. "Jiro... Can we talk?"

Jiro nodded silently, stepping aside to let Momo enter the office they had once shared so freely. The air inside was heavy with the weight of their unspoken goodbye, the shelves lined with memories of their time together.

Momo took a hesitant step into the room, her heart aching with the realization of what was about to transpire.

Momo and Jiro sat across from each other in the quiet of Jirou's office, the weight of unspoken words hung heavy in the air. Momo's decision to leave had cast a somber pall over their once vibrant partnership, leaving them both grappling with the aftermath of their shared history.

"Momo," Jiro began tentatively, her voice barely above a whisper, "I... I know this wasn't easy for you."

Momo nodded, her expression a mix of sadness and resolve. "No, it wasn't. But I had to do it, Jirou. For myself."

"I understand," Jiro replied softly, her gaze dropping to her hands clasped tightly in her lap. "I just wish... things could have been different."

Momo's eyes flickered with a trace of hurt. "Different how? You never apologized, Jirou. Not for how you felt, but for how you handled it."

Jiro's breath caught in her throat. She had known this conversation was inevitable, yet the sting of Momo's words still cut deep. "I... I can't apologize for how I feel, Momo. I can only apologize for not saying it sooner, for letting it come out like that, on your wedding day of all days."

Momo sighed, her shoulders slumping with resignation. "I wish you had, Jirou. Maybe things wouldn't have ended like this."

A heavy silence settled between them, the unspoken regrets and what-ifs weighing heavily on their hearts. Jiro wanted to reach out, to bridge the gap that had grown between them, but she knew that some wounds ran too deep to be healed with mere words.

"I never wanted to hurt you," Jiro finally whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "I just... I couldn't keep pretending anymore."

Momo nodded, her eyes shimmering with unshed tears. "I know," she murmured softly. "But sometimes, the truth hurts more than we're prepared for."

Jiro nodded in agreement, her throat tight with unspoken apologies. "I'm sorry, Momo. I should have been honest, should have faced this before it came to this."

Momo reached across the table, her hand hesitating for a moment before gently clasping Jirou's. "You and me both," she said quietly. "We both made mistakes. But I need to do this for myself now."

Jiro nodded, squeezing Momo's hand in a silent gesture of understanding. "I know," she whispered. "I just... I know."

Tears welled in Momo's eyes as she met Jirou's gaze, the depth of their shared history and the pain of their parting palpable in the air. "Jirou," she choked out, her voice trembling with emotion.

They sat together in the quiet of the conference room, the weight of their unspoken goodbyes hung heavy in the air. They both knew that this was the end of an era, the closing of a chapter that had defined so much of their lives.

"Mo?" Jirou murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Momo swallowed hard, meeting her gaze with a mixture of sadness and resolve. "Yeah?"

Jirou nodded again, her throat tight. "I'm sorry, Mo," she whispered, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I never wanted it to end like this."

Momo sighed softly, the weight of their shared history pressing down on her shoulders. "I'm sorry too Jirou," she admitted quietly. "But we can't change what's happened."

They stood facing each other in the quiet of the office, the space between them filled with the echoes of their past and the uncertainty of their future. It was a moment neither of them had ever imagined—a moment of farewell that had come too soon.

"I'll miss you, Songbird," Momo finally choked out, her voice thick with emotion.

Jirou reached out, her hand trembling slightly as she brushed a tear from Momo's cheek. "I'll miss you too, Mo," she whispered hoarsely. "More than words can say."

"I will never regret you."

They sat there together in silence for a long moment.

Until one of them had to go.

 --

Good luck, babe (well, good luck), well, good luck, babe (well, good luck)

The winter evening draped the city in a blanket of snow, muffling the usual sounds of bustling streets and casting a serene calm over the urban landscape. In the heart of the city, amidst towering buildings adorned with festive lights, stood the office building that housed the joint agency of Momo and Jiro. Inside, the atmosphere was markedly different from the festive New Year’s cheer outside.

Momo sat at her desk, surrounded by the remnants of their once-shared venture. Boxes filled with paperwork and personal belongings were scattered around her, waiting to be packed up and moved to her new office with Todoroki. A photograph of her and Jiro lay on the desk before her, illuminated by the soft glow of her desk lamp. The room felt cavernous, the silence broken only by the occasional rustling of paper and the distant murmur of the city below.

She picked up the photograph gingerly, her fingers tracing the outlines of their smiling faces. In the picture, they were young, full of hope and determination, their uniforms as fresh as their dreams of heroism. Momo couldn't help but reminisce about the days when their partnership had felt effortless, when their laughter had echoed through these very walls.

A tear slipped down her cheek, then another and another as she remembered the joyous moments they had shared—the late nights studying, the victories celebrated, and that day at the beach. Now, those memories were distant, overshadowed by the rift that had grown between them, fueled by nonsense and the inexorable passage of time.

In the office next door, Jiro sat quietly at her own desk, staring out at the city through the large windows. Her gaze was distant, her thoughts consumed by the photograph she held in her hands. It was a copy of the same picture Momo was looking at, another shitty reminder of their once inseparable friendship. The room around her felt cold and empty, the space between her and Momo a palpable void that seemed impossible to bridge.

She wiped away a tear that had escaped her eye, her heart heavy with regret and longing. Losing Momo had left an ache in her chest that no amount of music or distraction could soothe. She replayed their last conversation in her mind, the words spoken and unspoken hanging heavily in the air between them.

Outside, the snow continued to fall softly, blanketing the city in silence. The holiday lights twinkled in the distance, casting a gentle glow on the frosted windows of their office building. For Momo and Jiro, however, there was no festive cheer, only the weight of their dead friendship.

As the evening deepened into night, Momo and Jirou remained in their separate offices, each grappling with their own sense of loss and longing. The photographs in their hands a sick reminder of the connection they had once shared, a relationship that was never coming back. 

In the quiet solitude of their surroundings, they both yearned for a way to reclaim what they had lost, unsure if the passage of time would ever heal the wounds that had torn them apart.

The woman woke abruptly, jolted from her sleep by a sudden unease that settled heavily upon her chest. The soft glow of the alarm clock cast a faint luminescence over the room, illuminating the figure lying beside her. She lay there, the warmth of the covers cocooning her, trying to recall what had stirred her from slumber. Was it a sound, a fleeting dream, or simply the weight of unresolved thoughts?

Turning her head slightly, she peered at the man beside her, his back turned to her in the moonlit darkness. His breathing was steady and deep, a testament to the peaceful rest he found each night. Yet, for her, sleep had become elusive lately, haunted by thoughts that seemed to visit more often as the years passed.

Her eyes drifted to her left hand, where the glimmering wedding ring caught a sliver of moonlight filtering through the open window. She watched it sparkle, a silent witness to the passage of time and the choices that had led her to this point in her life.

As she reached to close the window against the cool night breeze, memories stirred within her—a montage of moments from her younger years, of dreams once shared and plans for a future that now felt distant and faded. She sighed softly, feeling the weight of years of compromise and silent resignation settling upon her shoulders.

Her husband stirred slightly, the movement causing a pang of guilt in her heart. He had thrived in his career as a hero, rising through the ranks with each passing year, while she had found herself caught in a stagnation she couldn't quite shake. It was a familiar ache, a sense of being left behind while life moved inexorably forward.

She closed her eyes, seeking clarity in the darkness. In the quiet of the night, a voice echoed in her mind—"I told you so"—Flashes of memories danced at the edges of her consciousness: moments with friends, laughter shared over victories, and quiet conversations filled with unspoken longing.

Tears immediately welled up in her eyes as she struggled to contain the flood of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

She dropped down to the floor, her hand and knees against the cool wall, tears streaming down her cheeks in silent rivulets. The sound of her own breathing filled the room, the only audible accompaniment to her sorrow. Her cries were soft, stifled by the weight of unspoken grief and the fear of waking her husband from his peaceful slumber.

Looking up through tear-blurred eyes, she caught her reflection in the bedroom mirror—a ghostly figure bathed in the moon's silver light, a solitary silhouette against the darkness. The sight of herself, framed by the quiet serenity of the night, only deepened her anguish.

She felt sick with longing, with a profound sense of loss that gnawed at her insides. The ache in her heart seemed to echo through the empty room, a hollow reminder of the dreams she had once held so close. In that moment of raw vulnerability, she realized the depth of her yearning—for a life less ordinary, for a love that hadn't slipped through her fingers.

The world outside seemed to fade into insignificance as she grappled with the weight of her emotions. She knew, in the depths of her soul, that to escape this pain, she would have to stop time itself—to halt the relentless march of years that had brought her to this precipice of regret.

The night stretched on, enveloping her in its quiet embrace, as she confronted the shadows of her past and the stark reality of her present. Beside her, her husband slept on, unaware of the tempest raging in her heart. In the stillness of the early morning hours, she wrestled with the echoes of her choices, with the ache of what might have been, and with the bittersweet sting of what was.

“You'd have to stop the world just to stop the feeling,”

"Jirou,”

“Jirou?”

“Earth to Jirou," Tsuyu's voice gently broke through the haze of Jiro's daydream.

Jirou blinked, snapping back to reality, finding herself back in the bustling high school classroom with Momo by her side. The bell about to ring for lunch break.

Huh? Oh, sorry," Jirou mumbled, realizing she had drifted off.

"You okay?" Momo asked, her voice filled with concern.

"Yeah, just lost in thought," Jirou replied with a faint smile.

Mina leaned in from the desk behind them. "Come on, guys, let's go grab some food. I'm starving!" she exclaimed, her enthusiasm infectious.

As Mina and Tsu walked out together, Jirou felt a sense of peace settle over her. She knew that here, with her friends by her side, everything was right in the world. 

“Wait for me Songbird.”

As students streamed out of the classroom, Jirou leaned against the wall, her eyes fixed on Momo.

Momo looked up, meeting Jirou's gaze with a warm smile. She zipped up her bag and walked over to Jirou, closing the distance between them. Without a word, Momo slipped her hand into Jirou's, their fingers intertwining naturally.

Jirou's heart skipped a beat at the touch, a rush of warmth spreading through her. It was a simple gesture, yet it made her feel warmth from the top of her head down to her toes. 

They stood there for a moment in the bustling hallway, their pinkies linked discreetly, sharing a quiet moment of connection away from prying eyes.

Jirou glanced at Momo, who returned her smile with a knowing look. They didn't need words to understand each other. 

“YOU GUYS! Come on! I wanna get there before lunch is over!”

Jirou glanced at Momo, who returned her smile with a knowing look. They settled down at the table, surrounded by the familiar chatter of their friends and the lively ambiance of the cafeteria. As they shared stories and laughter over lunch, Jirou couldn't help but feel a sense of contentment, knowing that in this moment, everything was gonna be alright.

And so, the daydream faded into the background, replaced by the warmth of friendship and the simple joy of being together. 

In the warm glow of the Christmas tree, with the gentle strumming of Jirou's guitar filling the room, the atmosphere at their holiday gathering felt joyous and cozy. Plates of festive treats adorned the coffee table, and the room was fragrant with the scent of cinnamon and pine. The common room was filled with the cheerful chatter and laughter of Class 1-A.

In a cozy open office adorned with twinkling lights, Jirou strummed a gentle melody on her guitar, the soft notes filling the room with warmth. Momo entered with a steaming mug of tea, carefully handing it to Jirou.

"Here you go, Songbird," Momo said with a smile, placing the mug on the coffee table next to Jirou.

"Thanks, Mo," Jirou replied, her voice soft as she adjusted her position on the couch, making room for Momo to sit beside her.

Mina and Tsu, seated on the floor with pillows around them, were holding their stomachs, laughing heartily at the "Christmas story" Jirou had just recounted about her "daydream" from their UA days.

"More like a nightmare!" Momo exclaimed with a playful eye roll, settling herself next to Jirou and wrapping her arms around Jirou's neck.

"You should've just asked me out sooner!" Jirou teased, leaning into Momo's embrace.

"You could've asked me out too!" Momo shot back with a grin.

"I was dropping hints!" Jirou defended herself with a laugh.

"Mo, your love language is gift-giving. It's hard to tell sometimes," Jirou explained with a chuckle, glancing at Mina and Tsu, who were still giggling.

"Oh," Momo replied, feigning surprise, before leaning in to kiss Jirou's cheek affectionately. "Sorry, Baby," Momo whispered teasingly, eliciting coos from Mina and Tsu at the adorable sight.

Jirou blushed furiously but couldn't help but smile, feeling the warmth of Momo's love and their shared history wrap around them like the cozy blankets draped over the back of the couch.

Meanwhile, Denki was trying to untangle himself from a mess of tinsel, while Sero and Kirishima were engaged in an animated debate about the best way to decorate a Christmas tree. Bakugo, reluctantly wearing a Santa hat, grumbled in the corner as he sipped on eggnog.

Todoroki and Sero seemed to be locked in an intense game of Smash Bros with Iida and Izuku with some of the others watching.

As the laughter and warmth filled the room, Jiro resumed playing her guitar, strumming a lively tune as everyone joined in singing their favorite holiday songs. The mood was light and joyous, Momo and Jiro exchanged glances filled with affection and happiness. Their rings sparkled in the festive light, in a moment that felt like the perfect ending to a beautiful love story.

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