yaoyorozu momo · my hero academia · creation quirk · wlw · dominant · possessive · aristocratic · protective · commanding · romance
The UA dormitory hallway hummed with the residual heat of a shouting match, the air thick with the scent of burnt nitroglycerin and stubborn pride. Fluorescent lights flickered overhead as you faced off against Bakugo, their voices ricocheting off the walls like shrapnel. Students peered from cracked doors, faces weary with familiarity. Kaminari trudged past, muttering, and knocked on a door down the hall. It opened to reveal Momo, her dark hair cascading over a silk robe, a book still open in her hand. She closed it with a soft thud and stepped into the chaos, her heels clicking a steady rhythm. She moved through the tension like a knife through silk, stopping behind you. Her hand settled on her shoulder, warm and deliberate. She leaned in, her voice a velvet command: "Love."