Chapter 6: Results
A week has passed since Momo and Izuku took the UA entrance exam. Aside from simply waiting for the results to come in, they decided to do something productive. In other words, test the limits of their quirks.
Momo decided to demonstrate some of her quirks to Izuku, showing him how they work, to see if he could analyze them the way he usually analyzes quirks from other heroes. To her surprise, he had some pretty good ideas.
They also continued to train and test Izuku's Forceflow quirk. He was now able to better control his quirk so that it doesn't cause a massive impact on everything. He was also able to channel his energy into his legs to the point where he could theoretically run a marathon in a few minutes, although they still needed to work on his concentrated energy when channeling energy into his legs or other limbs. His record for putting in the energy for a long time is currently one hour, but it continues to rise the more he trains and concentrates.
Izuku sat currently at the dining table in his home, his gaze fixed on the envelope in front of him as if it might explode at any moment. He didn't touch it, just stared, his fingers drumming nervously against the wood.
Across from him, his mother, Inko, glanced up from her tea. "If you can't stand the suspense anymore," she said gently, "you could always take a peek. I'm sure Momo would understand if you opened it without her."
Izuku shook his head immediately. "I can't do that. We promised we'd look at our results together after the exam."
Inko smiled faintly at that. She knew Momo well, Izuku had introduced her months ago, back when Momo had first started training him. At first, she'd teased her son about bringing home his "girlfriend," but it hadn't taken long to realize the two had more of a brother-sister bond than anything else.
"Well," Inko said with a knowing nod, "I suppose that makes sense. You two did train to the limit together."
A small smile tugged at Izuku's lips.
Just then, the doorbell rang. Izuku stood, took a deep breath, and went to answer. Momo stood there, immaculate as always, a faint hint of apology in her eyes.
"Sorry for being late," she said as she stepped inside. "I had to take care of something first."
"That's no problem," Izuku replied, stepping aside to let her in.
As Momo entered the apartment, she turned toward Inko with a polite smile. "Good afternoon, Ms. Midoriya. I hope you're doing well."
Inko smiled warmly. "I am, though I'd be doing much better if you'd finally start calling me just Inko."
Momo flushed slightly, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'll try to remember. Oh, this is for you."
She handed over a small box. Inko's eyes lit up the moment she opened it, revealing an assortment of colorful macarons.
"I love your baking," Inko said, almost in disbelief. "I still can't believe these don't come from a professional bakery, they're that good."
It wasn't the first time Momo had brought her something homemade.
Momo only shrugged with a smile. "What can I say? I love baking, especially French pastries."
"Well," Inko chuckled, "if the whole hero career doesn't work out, you could always open your own bakery. I'd be your most loyal customer."
"Either that," Momo replied lightly, "or I'd become a fashion designer."
Inko grinned. "Well, while I make some tea, you two can go ahead and look at your results."
Moments later, Izuku and Momo were seated at the dining table, their envelopes resting side by side.
"Should I open mine first," Izuku asked, "or do you want to go ahead?"
"You can go first," Momo said with calm confidence. "I'm in no rush to find out whether I passed or not."
Izuku nodded, drawing a deep breath in and out. His fingers worked at the flap of the envelope. When he finally opened it, two things slid out, a sheet of paper and a small silver disk.
Once it rolled to a stop in the middle of the table and fell flat, the disk flashed and a screen of light came from it.
"BOOYAH! I AM HERE AS A PROJECTION!" The loud noise almost startled Izuku off his seat. Momo had to suppress a snicker.
"All Might?" Izuku questioned.
"BET IT'S A SHOCK HUH?" All Might grinned at the camera. "WELL YOU'RE LOOKING AT THE NEWEST UA FACULTY MEMBER!"
"Well, that came as a surprise." Momo said as she looked at Izuku who practically vibrated out of his seat at the idea of his favorite hero would be one of their teachers.
All Might cleared his throat, "YOU, MR. MIDORIYA, PASSED THE WRITTEN EXAM WITH FLYING COLORS! ONE OF THE TOP 10% OF APPLICANTS. BUT I'M SURE YOU'RE DYING TO KNOW HOW YOU DID ON YOUR PRACTICAL."
The screen behind All Might lit up and it scrolled through the results of each student.
"OVER THE COURSE OF THE PRACTICAL YOU MANAGED TO GET A TOTAL OF 48 VILLAIN POINTS! AN ALREADY IMPRESSIVE SCORE! BUT THERE WERE OTHER FACTORS TOO!" Another column opened up on the screen. "AFTER ALL, HOW COULD A HERO COURSE REJECT SOMEONE WHO IS COMMITTED TO SAVING OTHERS!? REGARDLESS OF THE PERSONAL COST?!"
Izuku started, why hadn't he considered that? He looked at Momo as if to ask if she already knew that and told him because of that the advice before the exam, to his surprise she shakes her head.
"AFTER ALL, THAT'S WHAT MAKES A HERO! SO WE HAVE RESCUE POINTS! A PANEL OF JUDGES WATCH AND AWARD POINT BASED ON HEROIC ACTS PERFORMED OVER THE COURSE OF THE EXAM! I CAN SAY WITHOUT A DOUBT THAT WE WERE ALL IMPRESSED!"
Izuku stared as they reached his name and choked as he saw he was in the second place, just below Momo's name.
"MIDORIYA IZUKU! 95 RESCUE POINTS! YOU PASSED. WELCOME IN UA. CONGRATULATIONS!"
Momo and Inko, who had set the tea on the table and overheard everything, moved at the same time to wrap Izuku in a hug.
"Congratulations!" they said together, Inko's voice breaking as tears welled in her eyes.
Izuku trembled in their embrace, his words spilling out with barely contained joy. "I can't believe it… I really got into UA!" His gaze snapped to Momo, his face glowing with happiness. "We both did."
Momo let out a small laugh. "Well, that saves me the trouble of opening my envelope."
"I can't believe it," Izuku repeated, almost speechless, his hands shaking. "We're both going to UA."
Momo's lips curved into a calm, confident smile. "I never doubted us."
Inko clapped her hands together, her eyes still wet but her smile bright. "This calls for a celebration! Momo, please, stay for dinner. I'll prepare something truly special for tonight."
Momo had already opened her mouth to accept the invitation, clearly happy to do so, when her phone buzzed in her pocket. She glanced at the screen, her expression dimming as she read the message, a summons from her personal maid, telling her to report to her fathers office at home immediately.
With a small sigh, she looked apologetically at Izuku and Inko. "I just received a message… from my father, he is calling me home."
Inko immediately caught the shadow in her tone. "Is everything all right, dear?" she asked gently.
Momo gave her a practiced smile. "Of course. Why wouldn't it be? He is my father, after all."
Neither Inko nor Izuku looked convinced. Their worried gazes lingered on her, silently speaking what they didn't say aloud. Before they could press her, Momo forced another smile, one that never reached her eyes.
"I shouldn't keep him waiting," she said lightly. Turning to Inko, she added, "I'm afraid I'll have to postpone your lovely dinner invitation. I truly am sorry."
Finally, she looked to Izuku. "We'll see each other at UA. With a bit of luck, maybe even in the same class."
Izuku managed a gentle smile, though concern still flickered in his eyes. "I'd really like that."
Momo gave a small wave before teleporting away, leaving only the faint shimmer of her departure.
The apartment fell quiet. For a long moment, neither Izuku nor his mother spoke.
Then Inko turned to her son. "Do you know anything about your friend's family situation?"
Izuku frowned, thinking carefully before answering. "Not much. She almost never talks about her parents. From what I can tell, her father is always working… and the only time he makes for her is when it involves her studies or her training to get into UA. But I think her relationship with her mother is good."
Inko's lips pressed into a worried line. After several seconds of silence, she said softly, "Izuku… you need to look out for that girl."
He tilted his head, about to ask, but Inko continued before he could speak. "Even if she doesn't show it, there's something in her life she can't, or won't talk about. And it troubles her more than she lets on."
Izuku's thoughts went back to all the times he had noticed the same. The way she avoided mentioning her family, the fact that she had secretly bought and renovated a warehouse on her own, without their knowledge or financial help. It had been gnawing at him for a while, the feeling that her home life wasn't what it seemed.
"Don't worry, Mom," he said at last, his voice steady. "Momo has done so much for me. It's only right that I do the same for her."
They embraced, mother and son, sharing a moment of quiet reassurance.
When they finally pulled apart, Inko smiled again, though her eyes were still a little misty. "Now then… let's enjoy those macarons before they go bad."
Izuku chuckled softly, the joy still shimmering in his voice. "You're right, Mom. Let's make this moment even sweeter."
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At the same time.
Momo appeared soundlessly in the corner of her bedroom, careful as always to never let anyone in the house witness her teleportation. The people in the mansion only knew of her Creation quirk, and she intended to keep it that way. She brushed the faint shimmer of energy from her uniform and straightened herself, then walked directly toward her fathers study.
The heavy doors opened with a soft creak. Inside, her father, Kengo Yaoyorozu, sat behind his vast desk, papers and contracts neatly arranged in front of him. Her mother, Misaki, lingered nearby, her hands folded in her lap, her expression calm but tired.
Kengo didn't waste time with greetings. His eyes flicked to his daughter "Where is the letter?"
Wordlessly, Momo stepped forward and placed the envelope on the polished wood. Kengo tore it open, and from inside slid a folded sheet and a small silver disk. He tapped the disk, and a holographic projection burst to life.
Not All Might, like in Izuku hologram had seen, but the R-rated heroine Midnight, flamboyant and radiant in her usual dramatic style.
"Yaoyorozu Momo!" Midnight's voice rang through the study, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Not only have you been accepted into UA, but you've also set a new record during the practical exam! Truly outstanding UA looks forward to your brilliance!" At the end the charts were seen where her name was on the first place and below her name the name from Izuku.
The projection ended with a flourish before fading into silence. Momo was secretly grateful that Midnight and not All Might spoke in the hologram. If All Might spoke about her results, her father would probably gloat everywhere that no one else than All Might acknowledge her talent.
Misaki's lips parted, as if she wanted to say something, perhaps congratulations, but Kengo spoke first.
"As expected. Anything less would have been unacceptable." He folded his arms, his tone sharp and cold. "This is merely the first step. You will apply yourself at UA with absolute dedication. Your goal is clear, obtain a Pro Hero license. Do not waste the potential of your quirk."
Momo lowered her eyes, bowing her head slightly. "Yes, Father."
"Good. Then prepare yourself." His eyes narrowed. "This achievement must be properly recognized. We will celebrate tonight at a gala. Wear something formal."
The words left no room for argument. Momo's chest tightened, she would have preferred staying with Inko and Izuku, sharing simple joy instead of hollow grandeur, but she knew better than to refuse.
"Of course," she said quietly. She knows that he is only taking her to the gala with him in order to show off to his business partners about her admission to UA.
Dismissed with a gesture, she returned to her room. Standing before her wardrobe, she selected a gown that would satisfy her father's demand, a floor-length evening dress of deep sapphire blue, its fabric smooth and shimmering like still water under moonlight. The neckline was elegant but modest, with thin straps resting over her shoulders, while the skirt flowed gracefully down in layered silk that moved with each breath of air. A thin silver ribbon cinched the waist, giving the dress a refined silhouette.
She slipped it on, adjusted the hem, and finally stepped before the mirror. For a long moment she simply stared.
Her reflection looked polished, perfect, almost like a doll meant to be displayed. The dress suited her well, but it didn't feel like her.
A faint, bittersweet smile curved her lips as she whispered to the mirror "Now I know how Kagami and Adrien must have felt."
With that, she straightened her posture, smoothed the fabric one last time, and left her room. The door closed softly behind her.
Chapter 7: First school day
It was the first day of school, and Izuku was wearing his new uniform and heading to his assigned classroom, Class 1-A.
He was beyond excited to be starting his first day at UA. As he walked into his classroom, he could hear either a loud conversation or an argument.
As he walked in, he saw Tenya scolding Katsuki for putting his legs on the desk. Katsuki, however, didn't seem to pay much attention to Tenya.
Izuku had been hoping he wouldn't end up in the same class as Katsuki, but that worry vanished the moment he spotted Momo seated on a a table. Relief flooded his chest, quickly replaced by joy.
When Momo noticed him, she smiled warmly and rose from her seat. "It looks like we were lucky enough to end up in the same class," she said, her voice calm but carrying a quiet excitement.
Izuku rubbed the back of his neck, a blush creeping up his cheeks. "I was really hoping we'd be placed together."
Before he could say more, Momo's eyes flicked past his shoulder. "And I think we're not the only ones."
Izuku turned, just as a cheerful voice called, "Hello!"
He spun around, his face lighting up instantly. "Ochako!" he exclaimed, his cheeks coloring deeper. "I was hoping we'd be in the same class too!"
Ochako smiled, a faint blush on her face. "So was I. It's really wonderful that we both made it into UA."
Izuku scratched his cheek awkwardly, grinning despite himself. "Yeah… I still can't believe we're really here."
At that moment, Tenya approached, his movements brisk and formal as always. "This is most fortuitous! To think we would all gather in Class 1-A, it must be fate guiding us toward our heroic paths!"
The small group shared a laugh, their nerves easing a little. But as Izuku turned back, he realized Momo was still standing quietly nearby. His eyes widened. "Oh, sorry! Can I introduce…"
Momo stepped in smoothly, her voice polite yet assured. "Yaoyorozu Momo. But you can call me Momo, or Yaomomo if you prefer. Izuku has already told me about you two, how you took the exam together."
Ochako straightened, smiling brightly. "I'm Uraraka Ochako. It's nice to meet you, Momo!"
Tenya bowed sharply. "I am Iida Tenya. An honor to make your acquaintance."
The three of them exchanged greetings, and for the first time Izuku felt some relief.
Just then, the school bell rang, echoing sharply through the large classroom. Tenya adjusted his glasses with practiced precision. "We should all take our assigned seats. It would be unwise to cause a poor impression on our very first day."
Everyone nodded and began moving toward their desks. One by one, the seats filled until only one figure was absent, the teacher.
A murmur of curiosity spread through the room as the students glanced toward the door, wondering who their instructor would be and why they were late.
The chatter in the classroom grew louder with every passing second. Some students joked, others speculated about which Pro Hero might be assigned to Class 1-A.
But Izuku's nerves were buzzing. Whoever their teacher was, this was the very first impression they'd leave as future UA. students. He sat up straighter, trying to stay calm.
Then, from the corner of his eye, he noticed something odd.
The door hadn't opened. Instead, a tired-looking man in a long, baggy capture scarf was already inside the room, lying half-curled in a bright yellow sleeping bag near the front. No one had noticed him.
The man unzipped the bag halfway and sat up, his hair wild and dark, his eyes half-lidded as though he hadn't slept in days. His voice came out flat and uninterested "It took you all eight seconds to quiet down," he said. "Time is precious. You're wasting mine."
The room fell silent in an instant.
Momo thinks she recognized him, Shota Aizawa, the underground hero known as Eraser Head. Momo had read about him, but never seeing in person or seeing a pic of him.
Aizawa pulled a pouch from his sleeping bag and tossed it onto the teacher's desk. Inside were small slips of fabric, standard issue UA P.E. uniforms.
"If you're here to play school life and make friends, drop that idea right now. You're here to become heroes. And heroes don't have the luxury of wasting time." His eyes scanned the class slowly, and a faint chill ran through the room. "We're going outside. Change into these uniforms and meet me on the training grounds. We'll be doing a Quirk Assessment Test."
Several students gasped. "What about the entrance ceremony?" one boy asked nervously.
Aizawa's expression didn't change. "Entrance ceremony, orientation… those are for the general course students. You're hero candidates. You'll be treated differently. Now move."
The command was final. Chairs scraped back, and the class began grabbing their uniforms. Izuku felt his heart hammering in his chest, not from fear, but from excitement. This was it. Their real training was about to begin.
He glanced at Momo, who caught his look and gave a small, confident nod.
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A few minutes later, at the training field.
Aizawa stood with his usual blank stare, his scarf dragging slightly across the dirt as he motioned toward the open training field.
"First, we'll test your quirks in practical use. Yaoyorozu. You were top of the practical exam."
The words hit like a thunderclap. Half the class froze. Murmurs erupted almost immediately, everyone knew someone must have scored highest, but many had assumed it would be someone from another class. To hear that is someone from their class instead left many speechless.
Momo didn't flinch. She stepped forward calmly, her dark eyes set on Aizawa as he handed her a ball.
"You'll throw this with your quirk. Show us what you can do."
She nodded once. Without hesitation, she rolls up her sleeves and metal began to shimmer into existence from her forearm, assembling rapidly into a sleek, modified bazooka. Half the size of a normal bazooka. The weapon locked into place on her shoulder with practiced ease. Several students gasped, a boy with blonde hair leaned forward, wide-eyed.
"She just… created that out of nowhere!"
Even Katsuki raised a brow.
Momo loaded the ball into the chamber, adjusted her stance, and fired. The blast echoed like thunder, propelling the ball far into the sky until it vanished in the distance. A second later, the testing device in Aizawa's hand beeped with the measurement, an absurd distance, farther than anyone could have reasonably expected.
The class burst into shocked whispers. Katsuki's eyes twitched, his teeth grinding as if the air itself offended him. Izuku, however, couldn't help but smile, he'd expected nothing less from Momo.
"Impressive 817 meter," Aizawa said flatly.
He looked over the class, his scarf shifting slightly in the breeze. "By the way, whoever comes in last overall will be expelled."
The words struck like ice water.
Several students spoke at once, alarm rising in their voices.
"Expelled?!"
"You mean… just for coming in last?!"
"Yes," Aizawa said, tone flat as ever. "That's how it works. This is UA If you can't keep up, you don't belong here."
The noise grew quiet. No one dared to say anything out of fear that he will alone for their outburst expel them, until.
"That's unfair."
Every head turned to the person who spoke. Momo stood forward, her back straight, her gaze sharp on Aizawa.
"Each one of us bled and sweated to be here. And now you want to throw someone out just because they end up at the bottom? I'd expect such cruelty from villains, not from a hero school. Certainly not from UA."
The class gasped. Izuku's heart nearly stopped. Ochako and Tenya stared in shock, while several girls, one with pink skin, one whose face resembled slightly that of a frog, and the girl with dark purple hair Momo helped at the exam, looked at Momo with a mixture of awe and agreement. Others didn't know what to think.
Aizawa's eyes narrowed. "Quiet. This is the reality of becoming a hero."
"No," Momo shot back, her voice cold and sharp. "That's not reality. That's the excuse of a worn-out man hiding behind cruelty. It looks less like reality, and more like a washed-up jerk trying to break his students."
Gasps rippled through the group. Even Katsuki's scowl faltered in surprise.
"But if you insist on this twisted game…" Momo stepped closer, her gaze unwavering, "then I'll play."
Aizawa's glare deepened. "And what exactly are you proposing?"
"A wager. If I finish first overall, just like in the entrance exam, you will not expel anyone. But if I don't, even if I lose by a single rank, I will accept being expelled myself."
A silence fell so heavy it could be cut with a knife. Students stared at her in disbelief, some shocked, some thinking she'd lost her mind. Izuku's chest tightened with panic.
Aizawa didn't hesitate. "Fine. If you place first, no one will be expelled. But if you fail, even by one rank, you're gone."
Momo's lips curved into the faintest smile. "I trust you'll grade fairly, and not manipulate results with your Quirk, Eraser Head."
Several students gasped again. Only a few, including Izuku, knew the name. Aizawa didn't answer. He simply turned away, scarf fluttering.
When Momo returned to the line, Izuku rushed up to her, panic all over his face. "M-Momo, do you know what you just did?! What if you, what if you really get expelled?!"
She looked at him, calm and steady. "Don't worry, Izuku."
"Of course I'll worry!" he whispered fiercely. "You could get kicked out!"
She shrugged lightly. "Then we'll see if I lose. Until then, don't hold back. Because I certainly won't."
Izuku's jaw clenched. But he nodded.
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The tests went on. They were now on the race track. Katsuki tore across the track, but Izuku, channeling Forceflow, pushed past him in a blur, leaving Katsuki shouting furiously in his wake. The explosion quirk-user's rage was nearly volcanic.
When Momo's turn came in the sprint, the blonde who she now knows name is Denki grinned, brushing his hair back. "Sorry you have to run against me. But hey, maybe after this I could take you out for dinner?"
Momo didn't answer.
The signal blared. She vanished in a rush of wind, leaving Denki standing nearly at the start line before he even processed what had happened. Izuku, watching, thought with amazement. He thinks 'That Elemental quirk of hers, it's incredible every time.'
As she walked and passed a stunned Denki, Momo called back casually, "And for the record, dinner's not happening."
The tests continued, pairing Momo with Kyoka for the grip challenge, while Izuku worked alongside Ochako. Each trial only proved what many were realizing, she wasn't just strong, she was prepared.
The rest of the tests followed in order, sidesteps, long jump, repeated throws. It wasn't long before Aizawa's demeanor sharpened again.
Finally, at the end, Aizawa held up the results chart.
1. Yaoyorozu Momo
2. Todoroki Shoto
3. Midoriya Izuku
4. Bakugo Katsuki
5. Iida Tenya
6. Uraraka Ochako
7. Kaminari Denki
8. Kirishima Eijiro
9. Ashido Mina
10. Tokoyami Fumikage
11. Asui Tsuyu
12. Jiro Kyoka
13. Aoyama Yuga
14. Sato Rikido
15. Shoji Mezo
16. Ojiro Mashirao
17. Hagakure Toru
18. Sero Hanta
19. Mineta Minoru
20. Koda Koji
Aizawa pushed his capture scarf back slightly, his face unreadable "You win, Yaoyorozu. But the truth is, I was never going to expel anyone today. It was a bluff to see how you'd handle pressure."
The class froze, then a wave of relief spread through them. Shoulders slumped, nervous laughter slipped out here and there, and everyone's eyes inevitably returned to Momo, who was still standing tall, her expression composed.
Izuku, right beside her, barely caught the whisper that slipped from her lips "I hate liars."
He stiffened, realizing just what she meant with it. That Aizawa was actually going to expel someone, if not for Momo.
"Get changed," Aizawa ordered curtly. "We're done here."
The students immediately filed off toward the locker rooms, buzzing with nervous chatter.
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In the girl locker room.
The six girls were halfway through changing when the silence broke, first with a giggle, then with a rush of voices.
"That was insane!" The pink-skinned girl leaned against her locker, eyes bright. "You just blew everyone away, like it was nothing!"
Beside her, the girl with long dark green hair croaked softly in a calm tone. "Ribbit. It was impressive, Yaoyorozu. Very composed, too."
The girl with short purple hair crossed her arms, trying to look indifferent, but her voice betrayed her admiration. "Yeah… you handled sensei Aizawa like it was no big deal. Not everyone could've stood up to a teacher like that."
Even Ochako, still tugging her uniform jacket into place, added with a wide smile, "Momo, you were incredible! I don't think anyone else would've had the guts to challenge a teacher like that."
Momo, already dressed neatly in the UA school uniform, folded her arms gently and gave a soft smile. "I couldn't allow sensei Aizawa to expel someone simply because their abilities didn't measure up in this one test. That wouldn't have been fair to any of us."
Ochako's smile faltered just slightly as she tilted her head. "But… what if you hadn't gotten first place? What would you have done if he really expelled you?"
For a moment, the girls held their breath, waiting. Momo's eyes softened, and then she smiled lightly, as if the question barely troubled her. "Then I would have either enrolled in another school, or chosen a different career path altogether. I still have a plan b and c."
The locker room went quiet again. The girls weren't sure what struck them more, the fact that the possible expulsion hadn't seemed to disturb Momo at all, or how effortlessly professional and confident she sounded, even while discussing something that heavy.
The pink-skinned girl finally let out a whistle. "Girl, you're like… unshakable. That's kinda scary, but also really cool."
Momo chuckled softly, then, sensing the tension lingering, she decided to shift the mood. She straightened, her voice warm but formal. "But before we go on, we haven't introduced ourselves properly. My name is Yaoyorozu Momo, but you may call me Momo, or Yaomomo, if you prefer."
One by one, the girls followed her lead.
The girl with the long dark green hair bowed her head slightly. "Asui Tsuyu. But call me Tsu."
The pink-skinned girl waved cheerfully. "Ashido Mina! Just Mina's fine."
The purple-haired girl gave a little shrug. "Jiro Kyoka. Call me Kyoka."
The invisible girl was next. Her voice was excited. "Hagakure Toru. Just Toru's fine."
Ochako raised her hand last, smiling as always. "Uraraka Ochako, but please, just Ochako."
The circle felt warmer now, the tension replaced by laughter and easy chatter.
It was then that Toru's voice piped up again, more earnest this time. "Oh, and Momo, thank you again for helping me at the entrance exam. I didn't realize until later, but after our short talk, everything felt so much easier. Like my injuries were pushed away." She paused, then added almost sheepishly, "By the way… I still have the spear you gave me. I can return it tomorrow, if you want."
Momo shook her head, waving the thought off gracefully. "You can keep it. I can always create another."
Her gaze flicked to Kyoka, who looked like she wanted to say something similar but was hesitating. Momo stepped in gently. "And the same goes for you. You can keep the Amplifier Jacks."
Kyoka flushed red, her fingers twitching toward her earlobes. "Th-thanks… I'll… I'll put them to good use."
The girls chuckled at her embarrassment, the atmosphere softening into genuine camaraderie.
By the time they finished dressing and were heading out, Mina stretched her arms behind her head. "Hey, since we're all in this together now, how about we hang out sometime? Like, all of us. Would be fun to know each other better."
"That's a good idea," Toru said quickly, pulling out her phone as her invisible fingers tapped at the screen. "We could even make a group chat."
The suggestion immediately won agreement. Nods and smiles circled the group until all eyes landed on Momo, waiting for her answer.
For just a second, she froze. Since her rebirth, she hadn't been part of any group chat. Her classmates back in her old school before UA had wanted one, but their motives had been shallow, chasing her family's wealth and reputation, not her friendship. These girls, though… looking at them now, she didn't sense that greed at all.
Her lips curved into a gentle smile. "I'd like that very much."
The girls brightened. Phones came out, numbers were exchanged, and within minutes Toru had set up the chat.
She raised her phone proudly. "Okay, it's official! Our group chat is live. What should we call it?"
After a beat of laughter and brainstorming, the name was settled, "UA Sisterhood."
Momo looked at the glowing screen, her name already shining among the others. For the first time in a very long while, she felt something genuine. Not expectation, not duty, just belonging.
Chapter 8: Mock Battles
The students of class 1-A came into their homeroom and sat at their places. Aizawa waited just long enough for the entire class to be present before leaving without saying anything.
Momo really tries to respect school staff, especially teachers. But respect someone like their teacher Aizawa, who showed so little respect to his class she had a hard time to respect.
Suddenly very loud thunder of footsteps could be heard coming down the hall, and Momo had just enough time to wonder if there was a stampede of cattle before the door was thrown open.
Several people shouted in both shock and excitement "ALL MIGHT?!"
Sure they had been told All Might would be a teacher at UA, but seeing him in person bursting through the door of their home room was a bit more real.
"I AM HERE! ENTERING LIKE A HERO!"
Izuku fainted. Toppling sideways out of his desk. Momo reacted fast, she created a Pillow out of her arm and throws it under Izuku's head before he could hit the floor.
Thankfully Izuku recovered just as quickly and practically teleported back into his chair. While Denki not so subtle took the pillow from the floor and hid it under his table.
All Might only stared for a second before returning his attention to the entire class.
"THIS MIGHT BE THE MOST IMPORTANT CLASS YOU'LL HAVE AT UA! A SORT OF HERO-101 TO TEACH YOU TO BE A PRO! LET'S GET INTO IT! TODAY'S CLASS WILL PULL NO PUNCHES! YOU'LL BE PARTICIPATING IN MOCK BATTLES WITH YOUR CLASSMATES!"
Several people, especially Katsuki, seemed very excited. He was gaving Izuku a look that spoke that he can't wait to wipe the floor with him.
"BUT ONE OF THE KEYS TO BEING A HERO IS LOOKING THE PART!" All Might pointed to the wall which revealed long panels of cubby compartments sliding open, each labeled with the students desk number.
The students grinned as All Might explained how their costumes were designed based on the requests they sent in.
Momo had designed Izukus and her hero outfit. She only hoped that they created her and Izukus costume like they really wanted and the people who tailor them didn't took some artistic freedom.
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In the girl locker room.
The locker room was filled with the sound of zippers, clasps, and fabric shifting as the girls of Class 1-A got ready. Tsuyu, Mina, Ochako, and Kyoka were already suited up, their costumes hugging close in the ways they expected, or in Mina and Ochako's cases, mostly expected.
Kyoka tugged at the collar of her dark purple jacket, satisfied. "At least they didn't mess mine up. Got exactly what I asked for."
Tsuyu crouched, flexing her gloves. "Same here, kero. They followed my design perfectly. It feels natural."
Ochako puffed out her cheeks, fiddling with her helmet. "Not for me. They got the suit right, but the helmet… I asked for something sleeker, more rounded. Instead, it looks bulky, like a toy astronaut."
Mina twirled, spreading her arms. "You think that's bad? Look at this! I wanted sharper edges and more armored plating. They gave me this… bubbly acid-girl aesthetic. Cute, sure, but not the practical thing I asked for!"
The four of them laughed a little, shaking their heads at the compromises. But then their attention shifted, toward Momo.
She hadn't moved. Still standing in front of her cubby, still glaring at it as if her eyes alone could burn it down.
"Uh, Yaomomo?" Kyoka asked carefully, stepping closer. "Something wrong with your costume?"
Momo didn't answer at first. Instead, she reached into the compartment, pulled the folded red material out, and unfolded it before them. Her lips tightened. "Why don't you tell me what's wrong with this?"
The girls leaned in. For a moment, they didn't see it. Then it hit them, hard.
"WAIT, THE CHEST IS COMPLETELY EXPOSED?!" they shouted together, their voices echoing against the lockers.
Momo nodded grimly. The outfit would let her reveal partly her chest and her stomach.
Kyoka's face burned scarlet. "D-Don't tell me you… you actually wanted this?"
"Of course not!" Momo snapped, her voice sharp enough to make Kyoka flinch. She pulled her phone from her jacket pocket and swiped quickly, holding the screen out. "This is what I submitted."
On the display was a sleek hybrid design, the refined elegance of her old Ladybug suit merged with the practical elements of her draft. The base was dark red and black, reinforced with armored panels across the torso and thighs. Black patterned sections ran along her arms and down the sides of her body, strategically placed openings she could use to create weapons and tools without exposing skin unnecessarily. From head to toe, the design was professional, balanced, and dignified.
The four girls leaned closer, their eyes widening.
"That looks amazing," Ochako breathed.
"It's sleek and tactical," Tsuyu agreed. "Kero."
Mina's jaw dropped. "It's, like, ten times better than what they threw at you. I can't believe they ignored this!"
Kyoka scowled. "That's pretty messed up. They really thought giving you that," she pointed to the revealing fabric Momo held "was okay?"
Momo's voice was tight with controlled anger. "I gave them detailed instructions. Pages of them. They ignored every word."
Ochako frowned sympathetically. "They messed up my helmet too, but… it's nothing compared to this."
Before Momo could answer, another voice floated from further down the locker room.
"At least you all got something."
They turned. Toru's voice was unmistakable. The invisible girl stood near her cubby, still in nothing but underwear, not that they could see her actual body. She was holding the box they had given her, staring inside. Or at least, they assumed she was staring.
"What's wrong with yours?" Mina asked, jogging over.
Wordlessly, Toru tilted the box so they all could see. Inside lay only a pair of simple blue gloves and matching boots. Nothing else.
Momo's eyes flashed with fury. "They gave you, nothing?!"
Toru nodded quietly.
Momo's fists clenched. "What do they expect, that you run around naked?"
A strained laugh slipped from Toru's invisible lips. "Honestly? Maybe I should just accept it."
The room fell silent. Ochako, Tsuyu, Mina, and Kyoka all stared at her, their faces tightening with worry. Only Momo looked truly furious.
"No," she said, her voice cutting through the air like steel. "That is unacceptable. I will not allow it."
Before anyone could react, she extended her palm. A shimmer of light appeared, and in a moment a soft tape measure materialized, rolling neatly into her hand.
"W-Wait, Yaomomo, what are you…" Kyoka began, but Momo was already moving.
"Stand still, Toru," Momo ordered.
And then, astonishingly, she began taking measurements. Waist. Hips. Arms. Chest. Shoulders. Her movements were smooth, precise, and practiced. Somehow, impossibly, she worked as though Toru's invisible body were visible to her alone.
The others watched in stunned silence. By the time she was done, it was clear, Momo had done this before.
"Favorite color?" Momo asked flatly.
"Uh, light blue?" Toru replied, startled.
Momo nodded, turned, and pulled her sports jacket down her shoulders. The muscles in her back flexed as she exposed skin…
Kyoka's face went crimson. She had to look away before her heart betrayed her.
…and with a glow, fabric began to emerge. First a fitted light-blue jumpsuit, with a zipper running from collarbone to waist, designed to hug Toru's form like a second skin. Then, in her right hand, a sleek device resembling a wristwatch was created.
Momo held both out. "Put this on. It's not fashionable, but it's better than completing the exercise naked."
Toru hesitated, then slipped into the suit. As she zipped it up, her voice caught in surprise. "It fits perfectly… like it was made for me."
"It was made for you." says Momo with a playful smile. She extended next the watch. "Now this. Put it on and press the button in the center."
Toru obeyed, she put it on and pressed the button, and in an instant, the suit vanished.
The girls gasped.
Tsuyu blinked. "It's completely invisible, kero."
Mina's jaw dropped. "That's insane. It's, like, next-level!"
Kyoka whispered, "Amazing…"
Ochako leaned forward, staring. "Momo, how could you make something like this?"
Toru echoed her, voice shaking with awe. "I've tried invisible clothes before. None of them worked properly, they all showed some outline or shimmer. But this… it blends perfectly."
Momo spoke calmly, her tone almost rehearsed from all the past conversations she had about her creation quirk. "As long as I understand how something works and what it's made of, I can create it. I've long suspected that if the right fibers were combined, clothing could sync with an invisibility quirk's frequency. Your suit does exactly that." She gave Toru a faint smile. "Normally I avoid creating clothing. But in your case, I made an exception."
Toru's voice cracked. "Yaomomo… thank you." And then, overcome, she flung herself forward, arms wrapping around Momo in a tight embrace.
Momo stiffened at first, then gently patted her on the back. "It's alright."
Ochako exhaled with relief. "At least Toru doesn't have to run around naked now."
"Yeah," Mina said. Then she frowned. "But what about you, Yaomomo?"
Momo pulled on the revealing costume she'd been given, though she zipped her sports jacket tightly over it. "For now, I'll deal with it. But after class, I intend to take this directly to the principal."
She looked around at the others, her eyes sharp. "If any of you have issues with your costumes, tell me. I'll bring those up as well."
The girls exchanged glances, then smiles. Momo's resolve lit a spark in each of them.
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A little later.
The students of class 1-A gathered in front of a massive door. The excitement in the air was nearly tangible, but Momo's mood soured the instant her sharp designer's eyes swept over the boys outfits.
She bit her lip, almost gagging at the sight. Unbalanced lines, impractical accessories, zero consideration for movement… did none of them think beyond "cool factor" when sketching these?
Her fingers twitched at her sides, an almost physical urge to march over and correct every design flaw she spotted. Only one exception pulled her from her disgust, Izuku.
When she saw him standing nervously near the edge of the group, her breath caught. His costume was exactly as she had drawn it, not a single alteration.
The base still followed the iconic green of his hero image he had drawn as kid, but it carried the elegance of her Miraculous inspired touches. Black reinforced sections lined the arms and legs like subtle armor plating, merging seamlessly with the red accents she had included across the torso and knees. His mask framed his face more smoothly than in the original image, with sharper angles that gave him a determined, knightly look rather than clumsy charm. The white gloves and boots were sleek and fitted, trimmed with thin red lines. And most striking of all was the hood, faintly patterned in black dots against the deep green, a quiet nod only she and he would recognize.
Momo almost smiled 'At least one thing was done properly.'
"M-Momo!" Izuku's voice called, stammering with excitement as he rushed over. His face was lit up in a way that made her own irritation fade. "H-how do you think it looks?"
The frustration of earlier melted as she caught his eager expression. His eyes sparkled like a child on his birthday. Momo's lips curved, softening into genuine warmth. "It suits you. Perfectly."
Ochako, standing right beside Momo, gasped as she got a closer look. "Your costume is incredible, Izuku! It looks so… professional!"
Izuku flushed, scratching his cheek. "A-ah, thank you… but really, Momo designed it for me."
Ochako's wide eyes flicked toward Momo. "Wait… you designed this?"
Momo nodded calmly and pulled out her phone, swiping once before holding it out. On the screen glowed the original draft, every line identical to what Izuku now wore. "Yes. I based it on his wishes, and added structure so it would function properly. What you see is exactly what I submitted."
Ochako's jaw fell slightly open. "That's… amazing."
Kyoka, standing on Momo's other side with her hands shoved into her pockets, gave a small approving smirk. "At least one student's design got respected. That's more than we can say for Yaomomo's costume."
Izuku blinked, confusion flashing in his expression. "What do you mean?" His eyes darted back to Momo, brow furrowing as he noticed her sports jacket zipped up. "Wait… why are you covering your costume like that?"
Momo sighed, her composure faltering just enough for frustration to peek through. "Let's just say… the tailors ignored my design. Completely."
Izuku tilted his head "Huh?"
Tsuyu, who was standing with them, spoke bluntly in her usual tone. "They cut in a giant boob window. Kero."
All girls flushed instantly at her directness. Izuku froze, his entire face burning crimson. He nearly tripped over his own words. "T-that's… that's not okay! You shouldn't have to- that's- that's…!"
Momo waved her hand dismissively, though her cheeks carried a faint pink of embarrassment. "Don't worry. After class, I'll be speaking with the principal myself."
Izuku's shoulders dropped in relief, though the indignation still lingered in his eyes.
Momo added, tilting her head at him with a small half-smile, "If you have any problems with yours, I'll bring them up too."
Izuku shook his head quickly. "No, no complaints here. I couldn't ask for better. Everything is perfect… especially since you designed it."
Momo straightened proudly, her lips curving into something teasing. "Well, was there ever any doubt?"
Izuku let out an awkward laugh, while the girls around them giggled softly at the exchange.
But Momo's expression sobered as her gaze wandered across the line of boys in their ridiculous outfits. The critiques formed instantly in her head, Lida's armor was unnecessarily stiff, Kaminari's visor looked fragile, Todoroki's half-suit lacked symmetry, until her eyes landed on Mineta.
Her jaw tightened.
That ridiculous purple costume clung to him with those bulbous spheres plastered around his head… and worst of all, his lower body covering. To her refined eye, it was worse than sloppy.
"It looks like he's wearing a diaper," Momo muttered aloud, her frown clear as she jerked her chin toward him.
The group followed her glance. Mineta, barely three feet tall, stood proudly as though nothing were wrong.
Ochako leaned closer, whispering, "M-maybe his costume has mistakes too?"
Momo's frown deepened. "I certainly hope so. Because if it isn't… then we have a very serious problem. I'll ask him at the end of class if he wants me to address it with the principal."
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All Might was standing in front of them as the students emerged in the room where All Might was waiting.
"AH! THEY SAY CLOTHES MAKE THE PROS! AND HERE IS THE PROOF!" All Might shouted as his eyes scanned, "YOU ALL LOOK SO COOL!"
Izuku beamed, unable to hide his joy at All Mights compliment. The boy looked almost weightless, as though her words had lifted him higher than any Quirk ever could.
Before the moment could stretch further, All Might stepped forward, his deep voice rumbled across the room. His eyes swept the students, pausing when he noticed Momo still wearing her sports jacket zipped tightly over her costume.
"YOUNG YAOYOROZU," he boomed, his smile faltering just slightly. "WHY ARE YOU COVERING YOUR COSTUME?"
The boys who doesn't know the reason turned toward her, curiosity sparking in their expressions.
Momo inhaled sharply through her nose, her composure unwavering. Instead of answering out loud, she walked calmly to All Might, leaned close, and whispered the truth into his ear.
For a fraction of a second, even All Might's eyes widened. He coughed into his fist, face turning grave.
"THAT… IS, OF COURSE, UNACCEPTABLE," he said, his tone heavier than before. "I TRUST THAT YOU WILL DISCUSS THIS WITH THE PRINCIPAL AFTER OUR SESSION. BUT IN THE MEANTIME…" His grin returned with full force, his voice booming again. "LET US CONTINUE WITH TODAY'S LESSON!"
Relieved murmurs spread through the class. All Might struck a dramatic pose, raising a large box in one hand.
"YOU WILL NOW PARTICIPATE IN MOCK BATTLES! THE TEAMS WILL BE DETERMINED BY LOTTERY! ONCE FORMED, HALF WILL TAKE THE ROLE OF HEROES AND THE OTHER HALF, VILLAINS!"
He shook the box, rattling slips of paper inside. "COME! DRAW YOUR FATE!"
One by one, students stepped forward. Izuku nervously reached in, pulling out a slip.
"YOUNG MIDORIYA! TEAMED WITH, YOUNG URARAKA!"
Ochako's eyes lit up with delight. "Yes!" she whispered, clenching her fists in excitement. Izuku nearly stumbled from the sheer force of his own blush.
When Momo's turn came, she reached in gracefully, her fingers steady. She pulled the slip, unfolded it
"YOUNG YAOYOROZU! TEAMED WITH, YOUNG MINETA!"
A strangled cheer burst from the purple-haired boy. He threw his hands in the air. "YES! It must be my lucky day, getting paired with a hottie!"
Momo's expression soured instantly, lips flattening into a sharp frown as she heard it. Her inner thoughts were as cold as her stare 'I will not be asking him about his costume after class.'
The rest of the pairings followed. Soon, all names had been drawn and teams established.
All Might's grin widened. He spun a small device in his hands before slamming a massive thumb down on its button. The screen above the training ground flickered to life, displaying the first match.
"NOW, LET US SEE WHO WILL FIGHT FIRST!"
The display buzzed, randomized letters flashing across before freezing.
"FIRST UP, TEAM A WILL BE ACTING AS THE HEROES AGAINST TEAM D!"
Gasps spread across the class.
On one side of the room, Izuku's breath caught. On the other, Katsuki's lips curved into a feral, eager grin, his eyes burning with predatory intensity as they locked on Izuku.
Momo watched the exchange carefully, her mind already analyzing. That hothead fits the role of villain far more naturally than this of a hero.
All Might clapped his hands together. "NOW, THE RULES! THE VILLAINS WILL HIDE A FAKE BOMB SOMEWHERE INSIDE THE BUILDING. THE HEROES MISSION IS TO CAPTURE THE VILLAINS OR SECURE THE BOMB! IF THE VILLAINS SUCCESSFULLY DEFEND IT WITHIN THE TIME LIMIT, OR DEFEATED THE HEROES, THEY WIN!"
He spun toward Katsuki and Tenya. "TEAM D! YOU BOYS GO AHEAD AND GET SET UP INSIDE. IN FIVE MINUTES, I'LL SEND IN OUR HERO TEAM. I KNOW THIS MAY GO AGAINST YOUR INSTINCTS, BUT FOR THE BENEFIT OF THE EXERCISE, TRY AND GET INTO THE HEADSPACE OF A VILLAIN. YOU WANT TO WIN!"
Tenya saluted stiffly. "Understood, All Might! I will give it my utmost effort."
Katsuki said nothing, his smirk widening into something dangerous as he stalked toward the building.
Minutes later, both teams were in position. The class stand in the monitoring room, eyes glued to the screens as the countdown hit zero.
"BEGIN!" All Might's voice thundered.
The students leaned forward as Izuku and Ochako entered the simulated villain lair. On the monitors, Momo's sharp eyes never left Izuku. She tracked every movement, every tactic.
He's luring Bakugo away from Uraraka, smart. Against a real villain, this training would already be paying off.
But Katsuki wasn't a normal villain. He was a rage-driven storm.
Izuku was leading a blind with rage filled Katsuki far away from his partner, Ochako and the fake bomb.
Momo's gaze sharpened when she noticed Katsuki lift his massive gauntlet, aiming it directly at Izuku. Her breath caught. She knew what would happen if he pulled the trigger.
"All Might…" she began.
But All Might was already there, slamming his palm on the speakers button. His voice shook the room. "DON'T! YOUNG BAKUGOU! YOU COULD KILL HIM!"
Through the speakers, Katsuki's furious snarl came back loud and clear "HE'LL BE FINE AS LONG AS HE DODGES!"
The room went still. Momo's fists clenched at her sides, disbelief flashing through her. 'How can he speak of his classmate's life with so little regard?'
Then the monitors erupted in fire. Smoke and flame filled the screen as Katsuki unleashed his gauntlet's devastating blast. Gasps and cries rang through the room.
Momo's eyes burned into the chaos, searching, searching, until the smoke cleared.
There. Izuku, alive. Bruised, burned along his right leg up to his side, his costume torn and charred. But he was standing. Still fighting.
Her relief was short-lived. Katsuki, livid that his attack hadn't ended things, raised his other gauntlet.
All Might's mouth opened, ready to disqualify him if he pulls it through. But then the room froze. Every student, every breath silenced as the monitors showed Izuku move.
He surged forward, Quirk blazing. With a single devastating punch, he sent Katsuki crashing through walls, just like All Might himself would do.
The monitors shook from the force. Gasps filled the room.
Momo didn't blink. Her eyes followed Izuku as he dashed forward, chasing Katsuki before he could recover. Another explosion roared, only for Izuku to redirect it, blasting it upward through the ceiling.
In the room of the fake bomb, Ochako seized the moment, weightless steps carrying her toward the bomb. With a single touch, she secured it.
The buzzer sounded.
"VICTORY! HERO TEAM WINS!" All Might roared.
Cheers and murmurs filled the observation room. But Momo barely heard them. Her eyes widened as the monitors showed Izuku stumble, his burns and exhaustion finally catching him.
And then, he collapsed.
The room fell silent once again.
Momo stared in shock at the monitor, her usually sharp, calculating mind blanking as Izuku's unmoving form filled the screen.
Ochako rushed to Izuku's side, falling to her knees beside him. Her hands trembled as she checked him over, and her voice cracked through the earpiece, reaching every ear in the observation room.
"Izuku isn't moving! His breathing is so shallow, he's covered in burns and swelling everywhere!"
Gasps rippled through the class. Momo's heart clenched at the words. Normally, she would have approached this with her calm, rational mind, analyzing the situation, calculating solutions. But now, seeing her friend like this, logic and hesitation vanished. He needed help. Now.
All Might's hand hovered over the console, his voice firm. "WE NEED SOMEONE TO NOTIFY RECOVERY GIRL IMMEDIATELY…"
But before he could finish, every pair of eyes widened as Momo suddenly vanished in a flash.
The students cried out in confusion. "Where did she…?!"
Then Mina's voice cut through, pointing at the screens. "LOOK! There!"
On the monitors, they saw Momo appear beside Ochako, Tenya, and a furious Katsuki.
All Might whispered under his breath, his normally booming voice dropping to disbelief. "…SHE REALLY DOES HAVE MORE THAN ONE QUIRK."
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Momo knelt at Izuku's side, her hands pressing firmly against his burned skin. Ochako, still holding onto Izuku's wrist, blinked in shock. "Y-Yaomomo? Where did you come from? What are you doing?"
Momo's tone was calm but unwavering. "I'm here to help."
Before their eyes, a red energy glowed from Momo's hands, flowing over Izuku's battered body. The energy spread like liquid light, seeping into his burns, bruises, and swelling. Inch by inch, every wound knitted itself closed, every mark of pain erased.
Tenya's eyes widened in awe. "Extraordinary…"
Even Katsuki, scowling through his anger, couldn't tear his eyes away from the sight.
When the glow finally faded, Izuku stirred. Slowly, he lifted his head, blinking back into consciousness before pulling himself into a sitting position.
He rubbed the back of his neck, confusion plain in his tired eyes. "Uh… what… happened?"
Ochako's relief came in a rush. Tears welled in her eyes as she threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. "You're okay… you're okay!"
Momo, however, wasn't celebrating. Her gaze snapped toward Katsuki, cold and sharp as a blade. Her voice carried an edge of steel. "Someone here took the villain role far too seriously, and behaved like a psychopath."
The words landed like a blow. Katsuki stormed forward, teeth bared, his voice rising in furious growls. "WHAT did you just say to me?!"
Before he could close the distance, All Might appeared behind him, his shadow looming large. His voice thundered with authority.
"ENOUGH, YOUNG BAKUGO."
The room fell silent. All eyes turned to the towering hero as his smile vanished into a rare expression of sternness.
"PERHAPS I SHOULD HAVE BEEN MORE CLEAR BEFOREHAND. THAT YOU WERE NOT TO UNLEASH POTENTIALLY LETHAL ATTACKS ON YOUR CLASSMATES. I ASSUMED COMMON SENSE WOULD SUFFICE." His eyes hardened as he locked onto Katsuki. "CLEARLY, I WAS MISTAKEN."
Katsuki stiffened, his fists trembling.
"I WILL BE DISCUSSING AN APPROPRIATE PUNISHMENT WITH AIZAWA. MAKE NO MISTAKE, YOUNG BAKUGO, YOU CROSSED A LINE."
"WHAT?!" Katsuki snarled. "Why the hell should I-"
"BE GRATEFUL THAT THIS IS THE ONLY CONSEQUENCE YOU FACE TODAY."
The words cut through his anger like steel. Katsuki scoffed harshly, clicking his tongue but saying nothing more.
All Might then turned toward Momo, his voice softening but remaining serious. "YOUNG YAOYOROZU… YOU ACTED SWIFTLY AND SAVED YOUR CLASSMATE. HOWEVER, I MUST ASK. HOW DID YOU DO THIS?"
All eyes landed on her. There was no way to hide it now, not after what they had all seen. Momo straightened, still kneeling beside Izuku, and met All Might's gaze evenly.
"Other than my Creation Quirk, I also possess the ability to teleport and to heal. In situations like this, every second counts. That's why I acted immediately."
Gasps echoed through the students around the room. The weight of her words hung heavily in the air.
Multiple quirks. Not a mutation, not a dual-use Quirk, more than one.
Even All Might's face tightened with surprise. "…DO YOU POSSESS ANY OTHER QUIRKS, YOUNG YAOYOROZU?"
Momo slowly rose to her feet, helping Izuku stand with her. Her expression stayed calm, controlled. "On that question, I will not elaborate."
She turned slightly, her gaze moving over the others. "What matters now is that we return and discuss the results of this mock battle."
For a moment, silence reigned. Then All Might coughed into his fist, his smile flashing back, though more strained than before.
"AH, YES, QUITE RIGHT! WE MUST NOT WASTE TIME. BACK TO THE CLASSROOM, EVERYONE!"
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Back in the observations room.
"NOW." All Might started, as they were back in the observation room, "LET'S REVIEW THE TRIAL. WHILE THE HERO TERM HAS EMERGED VICTORIOUS, I BELIEVE YOUNG IIDA IS THE STAR OF THIS CHALLENGE. CAN ANYONE TELL ME WHY?"
"What?" Eijiro asked "But their villain team lost- no offense Iida."
Iida had gone rather rigid.
Momo put her hand up. "Sir?"
"HMM," he turned to her and nodded. "YOUNG YAOYOROZU, YOUR GUESS?"
Izuku looks in anticipation to Momo there he was really curious what she will have to say. Maybe it's because she is the one who helped him the most to come into UA, but her opinion is the one that means the most to him.
Momo put her hand down as she says "Tenya was the only one to fully embrace the challenge as if it were real. Bakugou let his anger and grudges blind him, leaving his teammate vulnerable and letting his opponents use him, not to mention risking destroying the entire building and the 'weapon' with it. Ochako adapted well to the environment and she and Izuku worked together competently as a team leading to victory. But Ochako gave away her position which gave Tenya the chance to catch her, and Izuku took a very large risk to his own well being for the sake of the plan. While brilliant, they took risks that could have ended in disaster."
She looked at Tenya who was currently standing with his mouth agape.
"Tenya prepared himself to protect the weapon, even when given the disadvantage of such a hotheaded partner. He attempted to work with his partner until that was no longer an option, then accommodated accordingly. Tenya managed to detain his opponent and could have potentially gotten the capture tape around her were his efforts not sabotaged by Bakugou's attack. And he kept fighting until the battle was over."
Tenya was now smiling deliriously, like he had never been paid such a compliment. Ochako had a small smile and bumped his shoulder with a fist.
Izuku was smiling as if he didn't had thought of this outcome. Momo had once again impressed him with her analytical skills.
Even All Might seems impressed with her explanation.
"YES, WELL THAT'S PRETTY MUCH EXACTLY WHAT I WAS GOING TO SAY." All Might nodded, apparently not expecting such a thorough explanation.
"The point of these trials is to learn." Momo concluded, her classmates minus Izuku all starring with open mouths "I'm sure we all have gleaned something useful from this that we can carry onto our own trials and challenges ahead."
"WELL SPOKEN," All Might spoke "NOW WE CAN BEGIN ROUND TWO. OUR NEXT TWO TEAMS TO FACE OFF WILL BE…"
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The rounds went by quickly, each battle showing off the quirks and instincts of Class 1-A.
Team B (Shoto Todoroki and Shoji) vs. Team C (Sato and Kirishima):
Shoto's icy precision carried his team to an easy victory. Before Sato could even power up with sugar, Todoroki had frozen half the building and secured the bomb in record time.
Team J (Mina and Tsuyu) vs. Team E (Ojiro and Hagakure):
Mina's acid forced Ojiro on the defensive, but Tsuyu's mobility tipped the scales. Hagakure tried a surprise attack, yet Tsuyu's tongue caught her mid-move. Victory went to the girls from Team J.
Team F (Tokoyami and Aoyama) vs. Team G (Koda and Sero):
Tokoyami's Dark Shadow dominated the narrow hallways, while Aoyama provided flashy distractions. Though Sero's tape work and Koda's animal calls created some clever tactics, the indoor setting limited Koda's quirk. Tokoyami's team ultimately claimed the win.
All Might praised each group, his commentary loud and energetic, pointing out strengths and mistakes. Izuku leaned forward with shining eyes the whole time, analyzing strategies and cheering quietly for every classmate.
But his anticipation reached its peak when All Might thundered the next announcement
"AND NOW, TEAM H! OUR VILLAINS, YAOYOROZU AND MINETA! AGAINST TEAM I! OUR HEROES, JIRO AND KAMINARI!"
Izuku's heart leapt. He knew Momo would excel, even if she was stuck on the villain side. He couldn't wait to see how she'd handle it.
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Inside the Building, Villain Team H.
Momo and Minoru had five minutes to prepare. She immediately took charge, her tone sharp and commanding.
"The bomb goes on the top floor, in a room with only one entrance," she instructed, moving quickly. "That will funnel them into our control."
Minoru trailed behind, eyes not on the bomb but on her figure. Momo caught the look and felt disgust twist in her stomach. 'Later,' she told herself firmly. Right now, this is a battle.
She set the fake bomb down in the chosen room. She could have hidden it with a illusion or protecting it with a shield, but showing too much of her arsenal wasn't wise.
Turning to Minoru, she ordered, "Scatter your adhesive balls across the corridors. Make it a minefield."
He blinked at her, frozen like a deer in headlights.
"Now."
Still no movement.
Her voice hardened, her eyes narrowing dangerously. "Do it."
That snapped him out of it, he bolted away like he'd been stung, frantically tossing his sticky orbs across the halls.
Moments later, All Might's booming voice echoed through the speakers.
"BEGIN, HERO TEAM!"
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Momo already had a plan. She had studied Jiro and Kaminari's quirks and knew exactly what to do. She conjured woolen socks from her palm, two pairs. Sliding one set over her own shoes, she tossed the other to Minoru.
"Put them on."
He just stared blankly at the socks, confused.
Her eyes sharpened into a glare that froze him in place.
"Now."
He scrambled to obey, pulling the socks over his shoes.
Then, calmly, Momo summoned a red hand mirror with black dots, her lucky charm. She held it in one hand, using it to peek around corners.
"Follow me," she ordered.
At each junction she checked with the mirror first, advancing only when the coast was clear. Izuku, who was watching from the observation room, leaned forward so far Eijiro thought he might fall off his feet. 'She's incredible.' he thinks.
Through the mirror, Momo caught a flicker of a shadow ahead. She was about to signal Minoru, when the mirror also showed her something behind her.
Minoru's hand, creeping toward her backside.
Her blood boiled. She spun, fury blazing in her eyes, and caught his wrist in a crushing grip. "What do you think you're doing?!"
Before he could stammer an excuse, her patience snapped. With one fluid motion she kicked him squarely, sending him flying like a soccer ball straight into Kaminari, who had just turned the corner.
The two boys collided violently and crashed to the floor in a heap, knocked unconscious on impact.
Kyoka, only steps behind Kaminari, froze in shock as the scene unfolded. Her eyes darted from Minoru's pathetic attempt to Momo's burning glare, and understanding flickered across her face. Especially since she heard what Momo shouted moments ago.
But she clenched her fists. This was still a trial. "Fine… it's just you and me now, Yaomomo!"
She charged.
Momo tilted the mirror, catching a glint of light from the ceiling lamps. She angled it just so, blinding Kyoka as the reflection hit her eyes.
Kyoka staggered, raising her arms instinctively. That was all the opening Momo needed. She stepped in close, hooked an arm under Kyoka's, and turned her body so that Kyoka's weight shifted onto her back. With a smooth pull and a sharp pivot of her hips, Momo flipped Kyoka over her shoulder and guided her down onto the floor in a controlled motion, making sure she landed safely.
Before Kyoka could recover, Momo bound her arms securely with capture tape.
"VILLAINS, WIN!" All Might's voice roared through the building.
Momo immediately loosened the tape after she heard that her team won and extended a hand. "Are you alright, Kyoka?"
Kyoka accepted, still blinking from the throw. She gave a half-smile, though her eyes flicked back toward the unconscious boys. "Yeah… I'm fine. But… what was he trying to do?"
Momo's jaw tightened. She glared down at Minoru's limp form. "He tried to touch me inappropriately."
Kyoka scoffed, disgust twisting her face. "Figures. I hope that kick hurt."
Momo agrees.
Together, they left the building, without sparing either boy a glance.
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Back in the observation room.
All Might clasped his massive hands together once the last group returned to the observation room. His voice thundered across the space, full of authority.
"WELL DONE, EVERYONE! LET US NOW EVALUATE THE FINAL MATCH TOGETHER."
Then his tone shifted, still loud, but sharper. His piercing blue eyes swept the room, before narrowing at one specific student.
"AND JUST SO YOU ARE AWARE…" he said slowly, side-glancing toward Minoru, "YOUR ACTIONS WERE RECORDED ON CAMERA. I WILL BE MEETING WITH AIZAWA TO DISCUSS AN APPROPRIATE PUNISHMENT FOR YOU."
Minoru gulped so loudly that several students winced. He shrank, face pale, but All Might didn't linger.
Izuku, however, couldn't let it go so easily. Relief flickered in his chest, at least Mineta wouldn't get away with it. But beneath that relief, a heavy bitterness churned.
'Not again… why do people keep acting this way toward her?' he thinks.
It wasn't just disgust. It was anger, deep and personal. Because this wasn't the first time he'd witnessed someone treat Momo with that kind of disrespect. His fists tightened, and a memory forced its way back into his mind.
A memory from two months after Momo first began training him.
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Flashback, Morning Jog, Pre-UA.
Momo and Izuku were jogging together. Izuku's lungs burned slightly, but his legs kept moving. He ran a few steps behind Momo, watching her long, steady stride.
"You're improving," Momo called over her shoulder, not slowing in the slightest. "We've already covered three kilometers and you haven't collapsed."
Izuku panted, but grinned. "Two months ago… I would've dropped after the first twenty minutes!"
She allowed herself a small, approving smile, though she didn't break pace.
They were just passing a quiet park when it happened.
On a bench ahead sat a boy with blond hair, wearing a pressed uniform from Momo's old school. He straightened as soon as he noticed her, lips curving into a sharp, practiced smile. A gleam of calculation passed behind his eyes.
He stepped forward, blocking their path. Both Momo and Izuku skidded to a halt.
"Well, well. Yaoyorozu. What a delightful coincidence," the boy said, his tone dripping with arrogance. "Your beauty truly radiates in the morning light."
Momo deadpanned instantly. "That's sweat. Now step aside, you're interrupting our training."
He ignored her curt dismissal, pretending not to hear. "And your outfit, always so stylish."
Momo's patience thinned. "This is a tracksuit."
Izuku leaned closer, whispering, "Do you know this guy?"
Momo sighed, she says briefly and succinctly. "Ougane Teruo. Same school."
Teruo smirked. "Oh, so formal. Just call me a friend with a touch of charm."
"We're not friends," Momo replied flatly.
Izuku didn't understand the whole story, but the way her eyes hardened told him enough, she wanted nothing to do with this boy.
Teruo chuckled. "Come now, you can't deny the wonderful date we had."
"That wasn't a date," Momo snapped. "You tricked me into tutoring you at a restaurant, used my name to reserve the table, then 'forgot' your wallet. I paid because you left me no choice."
Izuku's jaw dropped. The words escaped before he could stop them. "He did what?!"
Teruo's eyes finally flicked to him. "And who might this be? Your vertically challenged butler?"
"That's none of your concern," Momo shot back. Then, more firmly to Izuku "Let's go. We've wasted enough time."
But as she moved to pass, Teruo's hand shot out, clamping around her wrist. His smirk turned into something darker. "Don't be like that, Momsy. Why don't you ditch your little servant, and we can have some real fun?"
Before Momo could react, Izuku's hand was already there, grabbing Teruo's wrist in return, whereupon Teruo let go of Momo's wrist. His voice trembled, but his conviction didn't.
"She wants you to leave her alone."
Teruo sneered, crystal-like sheen spreading across his skin as his quirk activated. His fist, encased in jagged hardness, slammed across Izuku's face. The blow knocked him off his feet, crashing onto the pavement.
Izuku was on his behind. He winced, but before another hit could land.
Momo's foot drove upward, straight between Teruo's legs, from behind him.
The arrogant boy let out a strangled cry and dropped to his knees, clutching himself as sweat streamed down his face. Momo walked in Front of him.
Momo's hand tangled in his hair, yanking his head up until his wide, panicked eyes met her calm, dangerous glare.
"Listen carefully," she said, her voice low but sharp as a knife. "I have endured your behavior long enough. The manipulation, the tricks, the harassment of other girls. It ends now. Come near me or anyone I care about again, and I will take legal action. Trust me, you do not want to face me with my name and my family lawyers in court."
His face drained of color. Both fear and humiliation mixed into his expression. Sweat dripped like rain, and his lips trembled.
Momo leaned closer, smiling in a way that made his blood run cold. "And next week, you will repay me and every girl you conned money from. All of it. Or else."
Foam bubbled at the corner of his mouth she he finally understood who he was hitting on all the time. She released him, and he crumpled to the ground.
Turning away without another glance, she bent down and offered Izuku her hand. "Are you alright?"
He nodded quickly, rubbing his sore cheek, though admiration glowed in his eyes.
"Do you want to stop here, or continue?" she asked.
"Of course continue!" he blurted without hesitation.
That earned him a soft smile, and together they resumed jogging.
After a few minutes, Momo spoke lightly, as though nothing had happened. "By the way, it's called Crystal Skin."
Izuku let out a "Huh?"
"His quirk. But aside from hardening his body a little, it's practically useless." Momo explained.
Izuku chuckled, despite the bruise forming on his face. He couldn't help but marvel at how easily she moved past the ugliness, turning the moment into something small, even humorous.
And that was the exact moment he realized just how incredible Momo Yaoyorozu truly was.
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Flashback Ends.
Izuku blinked, pulled back into the present. His gaze slid toward Minoru. That same loathing bubbled in his chest.
But his thoughts were cut short when All Might's booming voice filled the room.
"NOW THEN, CLASS! DOES ANYONE HAVE ANY COMMENTS ABOUT THIS LAST BATTLE?"
Izuku's hand shot up almost on instinct. All Might nodded at him.
"YES, YOUNG MIDORIYA? WHAT ARE YOUR OBSERVATIONS?"
Izuku swallowed, gathering his words.
"I… couldn't find any mistakes in Momo's approach," he began. "She placed the fake bomb in a very hard-to-reach part of the building. She gave an order to Mineta," the name left a bitter taste in his mouth, but he forced himself to continue "that would hinder the Hero Team, and she also created socks to silence their footsteps, keeping both herself and her partner," that word too carried bitterness, but he ignored it for now "hidden from Kyoka's Earphone Jack. Everyone could clearly see that Momo had a plan for an ambush. But instead of being stopped by the Hero Team, she was held back by her own partner. Even with that obstacle, she still managed on her own to stop the Hero Team by creatively using what was available to her."
All Might rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"THAT IS A PRETTY GOOD SUMMARY, YOUNG MIDORIYA," he boomed with a smile.
He then turned his focus to the rest of the class, his tone shifting into lecture mode.
"NOW, AS FOR MY OWN COMMENTS…" He raised a hand dramatically. "YAOMOMO, IF I DID NOT KNOW BETTER, I WOULD HAVE BELIEVED YOU WERE ALREADY A PROFESSIONAL HERO WITH THE WAY YOU HANDLED YOURSELF."
Momo straightened at the praise, her expression calm, though her cheeks warmed faintly. "I only did my best. Even if that meant putting myself in the mind of a villain for a short while."
"AND THAT IS A NECESSARY SKILL," All Might said firmly. "TODAY'S LESSON WAS TO SHOW YOU THAT HEROES ARE OFTEN PLACED INTO TEAMS WITHOUT A CHOICE IN THEIR PARTNERS. SOMETIMES, YOU WILL HAVE TO WORK WITH PEOPLE WHO CHALLENGE YOU, OR WITH WHOM YOU HAVE PERSONAL CONFLICTS."
His eyes swept the room, lingering on Katsuki, then Minoru.
"BUT SOME OF YOU LET YOUR GRUDGES…" he looked at Bakugo, "…OR YOUR SELFISH MOTIVES…" his gaze cut to Mineta, "…INTERFERE WITH THE LESSON."
The class sat in uneasy silence as All Might's words carried their full weight.
"REMEMBER THIS WELL. HERO WORK IS NEVER ABOUT YOUR OWN PRIDE. I HOPE EACH OF YOU LEARNED SOMETHING TODAY."
The final echo of his voice had barely faded when the shrill sound of the school bell rang through the halls.
"That will be all for today," All Might declared. "GO AND CHANGE BACK INTO YOUR UNIFORMS."
The students began filing out, but before Momo or Izuku could follow, All Might raised his hand.
"YOUNG MIDORIYA. YOUNG YAOYOROZU. PLEASE STAY BEHIND AND FOLLOW ME TO THE TEACHERS LOUNGE. THERE IS SOMETHING I WISH TO DISCUSS WITH YOU BOTH."
Confused glances passed between them, but they obeyed. Once the room was empty, All Might led them into the teacher's lounge. For now, it was deserted. He gestured toward a quiet corner, and they all sat down.
Momo, ever respectful, was the first to speak. "May I ask why you called for us, All Might?"
His bright smile dimmed slightly as he regarded the two of them with unusual seriousness.
"IT IS ABOUT YOUR QUIRKS."
Izuku's breath hitched, caught completely off guard. Momo, however, only folded her hands calmly, it was something she had already anticipated.
All Might's gaze fixed on Izuku first. "ESPECIALLY WHY YOUR QUIRK BEARS A STRONG RESEMBLANCE TO MY OWN." Then he shifted to Momo. "AND WHY YOU SEEM TO POSSESS MORE THAN ONE QUIRK… AND YET KEEP THEM SECRET."
Izuku paled, words stuck in his throat. To be confronted by his idol directly, it was terrifying.
Momo exhaled softly. "I cannot explain why I have so many quirks. But the reason I keep them hidden is simple. For my own safety."
All Might studied her carefully, searching her face for any hint of dishonesty. But he saw no lie in her eyes. Still, there was something more she wasn't saying, he was sure of it.
His gaze returned to Izuku, expectant.
"I… I can't tell you much about my quirk," Izuku said uncertainly. "I only received it a week before the entrance exam. All I know is that it's classified as an Emitter-Type "
All Might leaned forward, his voice firm. "DO YOU KNOW THAT YOU ARE THE FIRST PERSON IN RECORDED HISTORY TO AWAKEN A QUIRK SO LATE IN AGE, AND RIGHT BEFORE ENTERING UA? WHY DID YOU APPLY TO THIS SCHOOL IF YOU HAD NO QUIRK?"
Izuku's shoulders tensed. His voice wavered, but his determination carried through. "Because… it's been my dream since childhood to become a hero. Even without a quirk, I couldn't give up on that."
All Might nodded slowly, processing his answer. "YOU MUST HAVE HEARD ALL YOUR LIFE THAT IT WAS IMPOSSIBLE WITHOUT A QUIRK. AM I RIGHT?"
Izuku's eyes dropped to the floor, then lifted again, this time to Momo, who watched him with quiet encouragement. His voice softened. "That's true. Everyone said it. But… it only took one person believing in me to prove them wrong."
A gentle smile formed on Momo's lips, and she met his gaze.
All Might's booming laughter erupted suddenly, breaking the heavy air. "HAH! SO IT IS TRUE! THE SUPPORT OF JUST ONE PERSON CAN CHANGE EVERYTHING!"
Izuku rubs sheepishly the back of his head as he admits "It seems so."
All Might looked between the two of them, pride swelling in his chest. "I THINK THAT IS ENOUGH FOR NOW. YOU MAY GO AND CHANGE. BUT…" His eyes flicked to Momo with particular weight. "I BELIEVE YOU HAVE ANOTHER MATTER TO DISCUSS WITH THE PRINCIPAL."
Both students stood, bowing politely before leaving the room together.
Left alone in the lounge, All Might's smile faded into deep thought.
"CAN IT BE? DOES YOUNG YAOYOROZU HAVE THE POWER TO BESTOW QUIRKS ON OTHERS?"