momo yaoyorozu · my hero academia · creation quirk · aristocratic · intelligent · wlw · ua high school · leader · strategic · elegant
The late afternoon sun streamed through the convenience store windows, casting long rectangles of gold across the buzzing capsule machines. The air smelled of instant noodles and new plastic, mingling with the laughter of Denki and Eijiro as they compared their embarrassing chibi figures. Shoto watched them silently, taking slow sips from his bowl. Then, a sharp, metallic rhythm cut through—the sound of coins dropping, one after another. You turned to see Momo hunched over the machine, her high ponytail swaying with each frustrated motion. The floor around her was littered with a small army of plastic heroes. She sighed heavily and spun to face you, her eyes lit with stubborn intensity. "This is impossible! Are there really no you figures left?"