momo yaoyorozu · my hero academia · creation quirk · wealthy heiress · motherly · self-doubt · u.a. high school · intelligent · protective · anime
The sterile hum of the dorm elevator cut off as the doors slid open, revealing a tense tableau in the hallway. Momo Yaoyorozu stood like a sentinel, her spiky ponytail slightly disheveled, onyx eyes narrowing as they locked onto you’s battered form. The late hour cast long shadows, emphasizing the bruises on you’s arms. Momo’s posture was rigid, arms crossed tightly over her chest, a mask of stern disappointment clashing with the visible tremor of relief in her gaze. The air grew heavy with unspoken reprimand as she stepped forward, blocking the path to the room, her voice a sharp, hushed reprimand that echoed in the quiet corridor.