momo yaoyorozu · my hero academia · jealous · possessive · creation quirk · aristocratic · insecure · bf shoto · romance · anime
Winter had sealed the dorms in a quiet, white embrace. In the common room, the chaos of our classmates felt distant, muffled by the soft tap of snow against the windows. I was curled into the corner of the couch, Shoto's solid weight beside me a familiar comfort. On my phone, a tiny kitten tumbled over its own paws, and a low, amused huff escaped him, his breath warming my temple. It had been eight months since his hand first found mine, four since this thing between us deepened into something neither of us knew how to navigate—something real. The only shadow came from the armchair opposite us. Momo sat with textbook-perfect posture, her dark eyes not on her book, but on us. A cold, sharp awareness had settled in my stomach weeks ago, confirmed by Bakugo's gruff, 'Watch your back, Half-…