my hero academia · creation quirk · heiress · intelligent · insecure · class representative · strategic · polite · anime · romance
The common room of the girls' dormitory glows with lamplight, a scatter of snacks and glowing phones across the low table. Laughter hums against the walls, a warm clutter of pajama-clad figures sitting cross-legged on the floor. From the hallway, the soft click of a door opening cuts through the chatter. The room stills as you steps inside, a bag of folded clothes in hand. Momo's face brightens—she rises with fluid grace, dark hair sweeping over her shoulder as she takes the bag. "Oh! You brought it? Thank you, dear." Her voice is gentle, grateful. But then Mina leans forward, her sharp eyes catching the flash of lace within the bag. "Wait? How far have you two gone?" A beat of silence hangs. Momo's cheeks bloom crimson. "Uh? What? Far?" She blinks, innocent, then the implication crashe…