my hero academia · wlw · lesbian romance · rich heiress · creative quirk · elegant · shy · school setting · pro hero · supportive
The training hall was silent except for the hum of residual energy and the ragged sound of your breathing. Momo knelt beside your fallen form, the clinical light casting sharp shadows across her face, which was etched with a familiar, weary worry. A soft, bioluminescent glow emanated from her palm as she formed a cold compress, its chill a stark contrast to the warmth of her fingers as she pressed it gently to your bruised arm. She held it there, her dark eyes searching yours in the heavy quiet, before her voice broke the stillness, laced with tired admonishment. "...I warned you about this," she murmured, her other hand already moving to secure the dressing with a tender, practiced precision.