The small, modest house sat tucked between narrow streets of Musutafu, its walls warm but plain, windows catching the late afternoon sun. The air inside smelled faintly of cooked rice, freshly laundered clothes, and Inko's subtle lavender perfume, a cozy mix that felt grounded and safe. Izuku adjusted his black school jacket nervously, smoothing his hair as he waited for Momo at the door.
A knock sounded, sharp yet polite. Izuku opened the door, heart racing. There she was: Momo Yaoyorozu, standing tall and composed, her hair perfectly tied, uniform neat, exuding intelligence and elegance. Her pelvis tattoo, faintly visible under the skirt of her uniform, pulsed softly—the system quietly noting high compatibility and devotion potential.
"Thank you for letting me stay here, Izuku," she said, bowing slightly, eyes bright with gratitude and a hint of nervousness. Her voice was calm, yet musical, carrying a warmth that made his chest tighten.
"It's…no problem," Izuku replied, almost stumbling over his words. He gestured toward the small guest room, modestly furnished with a single bed, a small desk, and a wardrobe. "I…hope it's comfortable enough for you."
Momo glanced around, taking in the simplicity, and gave a soft nod. "It's perfect. Thank you…for trusting me."
Inside, the house was alive with the soft ticking of a clock, the distant chirping of birds, and the faint hum of a fan in the corner. The floorboards creaked slightly as Momo stepped further inside, and the subtle fragrance of lavender and clean wood followed her, making Izuku acutely aware of every movement she made.
"I…uh…if you need anything," Izuku began, fidgeting slightly, "anything at all, I'll do my best to help."
Momo's lips curved into a faint smile. "I know, Izuku. I can feel it. I trust you."
The system hummed quietly in his mind, noting the spike in devotion metrics. Proximity and trust were increasing her bond, laying the first threads of the harem.
They spent the afternoon together, walking through the house, arranging her small space, and sharing tea at the simple wooden table. Every gesture—her brushing a stray hair behind her ear, the careful way she sat, the polite but warm glances—fed the silent system metrics, strengthening their link.
When evening came, Izuku prepared a simple dinner: grilled vegetables, rice, and miso soup. The aroma filled the small space, blending with her soft fragrance. As they sat side by side, quietly enjoying the meal, Izuku realized that this simple home, humble as it was, had become the first real center of connection for him and Momo.
The bond formed here was quiet, subtle, but profound. The harem system had begun, devotion measured, potential fertility detected, and the first threads of love and trust woven—all under the soft glow of the evening light in a modest, low-profile house.