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This chapter will be a dive into Momo's family. Hope you enjoy it.
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Fifteen Days Later:
BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
At sharp 7:00 AM, the alarm started its daily shenanigans.
Momo Yaoyorozu's eyes snapped open.
She sat up, rubbing her eyes as she silenced the alarm with a soft tap.
She stretched her arms, feeling the satisfying pop of her joints. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating a room that was larger than most apartments. Bookshelves lined the walls, filled with encyclopedias on physics, chemistry, and engineering. A mannequin in the corner displayed a half-finished prototype of a hero costume.
"Okay," Momo whispered to the empty room. "Let's do this."
She slid out of bed, her feet finding her slippers instantly. She walked to the en-suite bathroom for her daily routine.
Momo took a quick shower, no time for long soaks. She had a schedule to keep. A schedule that had become the most important part of her day.
She brushed her teeth while mentally reviewing the molecular structure of tungsten carbide. Carbon and Tungsten. Extremely hard. High melting point. Good for defensive barriers.
She spat, rinsed, and moved to her walk-in closet.
Usually, this closet was filled with high-end designer dresses, tea-party outfits, and the stiff, formal wear expected of the Yaoyorozu heiress. But lately, a new section had appeared.
Athletic wear.
Momo pulled out a fitted red tank top and a pair of black gym leggings. She dressed quickly, checking her reflection in the full-length mirror.
HER OUTFIT(COMMENT)
She pulled her long, black hair back, as she gathered the thick hair, smoothing it down, and tied it into her signature ponytail.
She looked at herself. Her eyes were determined. Her posture was full of confidence.
"You got this," she told her reflection.
She grabbed her gym bag — packed with modified energy bars which were designed to sync with her quirk, and a notebook filled with Akira's insane training drills — and headed downstairs.
***
The Yaoyorozu Estate was a palace. It was a blend of European baroque architecture and Japanese tradition, sprawling over acres of lush gardens.
Momo walked down the grand staircase, her sneakers squeaking softly on the polished wood. She passed the portraits of her ancestors — stern men and women who had built the Creative Corp empire from nothing — as she reached the dining room.
It was a vast hall with a long table that could seat thirty people. Currently, only two were occupied at the far end.
Yaoyorozu Kiyomasa, her father, sat at the head of the table. He was a man carved from stone. Stern, serious, with sharp glasses and a perfect suit. He was reading a physical newspaper, a habit he refused to break despite the digital age.
YAOJORORU KIYOMASA PIC(COMMENT)
Yaoyorozu Reika, her mother, sat to his right. She looked exactly like an older version of Momo — warm, elegant, with soft eyes and hair styled in a loose bun. She was sipping tea from a cup.
YAOJORORU REIKA PIC(COMMENT)
"Good morning, Mother. Good morning, Father," Momo greeted, bowing slightly before taking her seat.
Reika looked up, her face lighting up with a smile that could melt glaciers.
"Good morning, honey," Reika cooed.
Then, her eyes drifted down. She took in the red tank top. The leggings. The ponytail that screamed 'action'.
A teasing smile spread across her face. She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand.
"Hmm..." Reika hummed. "Going to meet your... 'friend' again?"
She said the word friend with air quotes so heavy they were practically visible.
Momo froze while reaching for the toast. She felt the heat rising in her cheeks.
"Mom," she sighed, exasperated. "Why are you saying it like that? It sounds weird."
"You tell me," Reika countered, with sparkling eyes. "For the last three weeks, you have been getting up at 7 AM sharp. You rush through breakfast. You run — literally run — out the door to meet him. Every. Single. Day."
Reika took a sip of tea, hiding her grin.
"Plus... he is the first friend you have ever made outside of gala events. Hmmmmmmmmmmm... I sense something going on. My mother-senses are tingling."
Momo groaned, buttering her toast aggressively.
"Mooooooooom! It's not like that! At all!"
She took a bite, chewing quickly so she could defend herself.
"You know very well why I am going to him every day," Momo explained, her voice turning serious. "He... he showed me the reality. He showed me how far behind I am and showed me how powerful my quirk is. Plus, I lack combat experience. Akira is teaching me how to survive."
She looked at her plate.
"As for him being my first friend... it's not my fault," she muttered. "You guys sent me to that top private school. The teachers were great, sure. But the kids?"
She shivered, remembering the 'Young Masters'. Everyone only talked to her because they wanted an internship at Creative Corp.
"The school was filled with egoistic kids who thought they ruled the world because their parents were on the Billboard Chart. They didn't want to be friends. They wanted connections."
Reika's teasing smile faded slightly, replaced by a look of guilt. She reached out and patted Momo's hand.
"Okay," Reika said softly. "That was our bad. We wanted you to have the best education, but we forgot about the social environment. I'm sorry, sweetie."
Just then, a newspaper rattled.
Kiyomasa lowered the business section. He adjusted his glasses, looking at Momo with the intensity of a boardroom interrogation.
"This kid," Kiyomasa rumbled, his voice deep. "Is he good?"
Momo blinked. "Good? As in, skilled? Yes. He's incredible. He scored 1,150 points in the exam."
"Not that," Kiyomasa waved a hand dismissively. "Is he good mannered? Is he after our money? Did he ask you for a loan? Did he try to sell you insurance? Did he try anything weird?"
Momo stared at her father.
Then she laughed.
"No, no, no, and no," she listed off on her fingers. "Dad, you know his full name. Akira Shuzenji. The family that overtook us in net worth two months ago. The only family in Japan richer than us."
"So, it really doesn't make any sense for him to ask me for money, does it? If anything, I should be asking him for investment tips."
Kiyomasa grunted. He couldn't argue with the math. If the boy were a Shuzenji, he didn't need the Yaoyorozu fortune.
"And he is..." Momo paused, thinking about Akira. She thought about the way he healed the kid he tortured. She thought about the way he treated Nia. She thought about the way he flicked her forehead when she said something dumb.
"...Nice," she decided. "And composed. Well. Most of the time. He has a... unique sense of justice. But he's good. So don't worry about it."
Kiyomasa stared at her for a long moment, searching for any sign of deception. He found none.
"If you say so," he grumbled, raising the newspaper again to hide his face. "But if he hurts you, I will buy his company and dismantle it for scrap."
"Dad!" Momo laughed. "You can't just buy Shuzenji Enterprises! They're huge!"
"Watch me," he muttered from behind the paper.
Momo quickly finished her breakfast. She wiped her mouth, grabbed her phone, and slung her gym bag over her shoulder.
"Okay! I'm off!" she announced, standing up. "I'll be back for dinner! Don't wait up!"
"Have fun!" Reika called out. "Don't break too many bones! Or hearts!"
"MOM!"
Momo sprinted out of the dining room, her face red. The heavy front door slammed shut behind her.
The room went silent.
Reika waited a beat. Then, she jumped out of her chair.
She rushed to her husband's side, whipping her phone out of her pocket with the speed of a teenager.
"LOOK!" she squealed, shoving the screen into Kiyomasa's face.
On the screen was a high-resolution photo. It was taken from a security camera angle, grainy but clear enough.
It showed the center of Battle Center G.
It showed a boy in a dark kimono hovering in the air. Massive, ethereal wings made of blue-gold flame spread from his back. He looked like an angel of judgment. He looked terrifying and majestic at the same time.
"THAT IS THE KID!" Reika yelled, vibrating with excitement. "THAT IS THE BOY SHE HAS BEEN MEETING!"
Kiyomasa lowered the paper slowly. He adjusted his glasses, squinting at the image.
He saw the power. He saw the confidence... and the U.A. watermark in the corner.
"Where..." Kiyomasa asked slowly. "Where did you even get that? That is classified exam footage."
Reika grinned. "Well, I met Nezu once during an annual summit at the Ministry of Defense. We exchanged contacts. He likes my tea blends."
She swiped the screen.
"I texted him yesterday. I asked if he knew who Momo was hanging out with. He said no at first — privacy laws and all that — but when I told him that he was hanging out with our daughter recently..."
She giggled.
"He stopped me there and laughed. He said, 'I will send you the best angle.' And he sent me this!"
Kiyomasa stared at the photo, then at his wife. "No one knows what goes on in that rat's head."
"Hehehe," Reika laughed, pulling the phone back to admire the boy.
"Imagine if they both got together! OH MY GOD! They will look so good together! The Creator and the Destroyer! The Tech Princess and the Phoenix Prince!"
She spun around, her excitement boiling over.
POOF.
Her quirk activated uncontrollably.
Vines of pink roses erupted from her skin. They bloomed instantly, filling the dining room with the scent of fresh flowers. Petals rained down on the table.
"Hehehehehe!" she laughed, twirling in a shower of roses. "I need to plan the engagement party! Do we go traditional or modern?"
Kiyomasa sighed, picking a rose petal off his shoulder. He looked at his wife — spinning, glowing, completely lost in her romantic fantasy.
"You are such a drama queen, Reika," he said, shaking his head.
But as he looked at her, a small, hidden smile touched his lips.
"My drama queen," he whispered into his coffee cup.
Reika stopped spinning. She looked at him. "Did you say something, dear?"
The smile vanished instantly. Kiyomasa's face returned to stone.
"Ahem. No. Just... commenting on that brat."
Reika narrowed her eyes, smiling knowingly. "Uh-huh."
Outside in the garden, the maids and butlers paused their work. They looked at the windows of the dining room, where pink flowers were pressing against the glass from the inside.
"Mrs. Yaoyorozu must be in a really good mood today," the head gardener noted.
"Seems like it," the butler agreed. "We're going to have a lot of cleanup."
***
Streets of Musutafu:
Momo jogged down the sidewalk, her breath creating small puffs of mist in the cool morning air.
She turned the corner, heading toward the upscale district where the Shuzenji estate was located.
She thought about what her mother had said.
'Going to meet your friend?'
Momo felt her cheeks heat up again. She shook her head violently.
"No," she muttered to herself, picking up the pace. "No way. We are just friends. That's all. Training partners. Allies. Colleagues."
She thought about Akira. She thought about his stupid sense of humor. She thought about the way he casually healed her bruises without asking. She thought about the way he looked when he was painting in the corner of the gym, lost in a world of sadness she was only just beginning to understand.
"Just friends," she repeated, trying to convince her heart to stop beating so fast. "Mom reads too many of those stupid romance novels."
She rounded the final bend. The gates of the Shuzenji estate came into view.
Standing there, leaning against the gatepost with his pipe in hand, was Akira. He saw her and raised a hand in a lazy wave.
Momo's step faltered for a second. She smiled.
"Just friends," she whispered one last time.
Then she sprinted toward him.
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