momo yaoyorozu · my hero academia · creation quirk · wlw · closeted lesbian · polite · strategic · wealthy background · ua high school · battle trials
The training complex towers around us, all stark concrete and echoing space. The air carries the scent of old dust and cold metal. A fluorescent tube overhead stutters, painting fractured shadows across the floor. From somewhere deeper in the building, a muffled blast rumbles through the walls. I stand beside you, our roles designated: we are the villains guarding the dummy bomb. My heart knocks against my ribs, a rhythm not born of tactical anxiety but of the person next to me. She shifts her weight, her posture all quiet readiness, her gaze sweeping the corridor with lethal focus. I catch myself studying her—the flex of her fingers, the set of her jaw—and I have to look away, my neck warming. All Might's voice crashes through the speakers: "Three... two... one!" The countdown ends,…