Narrator POV
6 years later..."Hi, I'm here for Momo Yaoyorozu-Jiro." The young woman Kyoka, now in her mid twenties, says to the woman at the hospital front desk.
"Back again Kyoka?" The woman responds. "Just sign in and you know where she is."
"Thank you," Kyoka says taking the sign in chart from the woman and putting the date, time, and her name on it.
Kyoka Jiro-Yaoyorozu.
"Have a good day ma'am." Kyoka says as she starts to walk down the hall.
The hospital reeks of blood, saddness, and stress. She walks past the waiting room to see: a few people crying, and a few pacing around the room.
She hated the hospital so much. It reminded her of UA. Wether it was Midoriya's bones, any villain attack, or even her.
However sad it was, she was used to this feeling. She had been there three times this week and it was Thursday. She tried to visit her everyday, but even though her partner was hurt, she still had to do hero work.
She continued to walk down the hall towards her wife's room, waving to a few people she knew from being there so long.
Kyoka was almost to her room now. She turned a corner, and there it was. The room where the love of her life had lied there sleeping in an induced coma for three weeks now.
They were fighting some villains, and Momo just wasn't prepared for it. Someone had come up behind her a hit her so hard in the head that it was bleeding, inside and out.
Before the villain could get away, Denki (who also partnered with them on some occasions) electrocuted them so hard, it nearly killed them.
Kyoka still has nightmares about it.
She opens the door to Momo's room and goes to sit down on a chair that is next to her.
"Hey, Mo." Jiro knows she can't hear her, but she still talked to her everyday. "It's me. Today I had another interview with a dumb newscaster. I swear, it's like everyone who interviews me is on their first day of the job."
"She was saying things like 'considering Creati is the more powerful hero and she is hospitalized, what will become of your agency?' And 'will you partner with someone else now?' Can't they see we're equals? Gods I swear, some people."
She looks up at her wife, her eyes glossy.
"Why does this have to happen? It's always us or one of our friends. Why did it have to be 1-A?.... god. I'm being so selfish right now. I could never wish this upon anyone....."
She stays silent for a moment. Her eyes locked on Momo's lifeless hand in hers.
"...do you remember our wedding. Best day of my whole life." She starts, still keeping her eyes on the hero's hand in hers. "Denki and Mina dancing Drunkenly on the dance floor, Shinsou watching them in the back smiling. Eri dancing on Aizawa's toes, with the biggest smile. Tamaki and Mirio dancing plainly, but still so happy. Bakugo and Izuku sitting down, talking, like normal people for once." She says with a chuckle, she can feel more tears well up behind her eyes the more she speaks.
"You and I staring at each other lovingly while I was singing to our friends and family."
"...I always seem to get nervous before performances. Even ones I've been practicing for weeks for. But, when I was on that stage. Singing and dancing. I felt... calm. There was not an inch of nerves in my entire body."
She is silent for a moment, before bursting into tears. She is sobbing, leaning against her wife.
"Please Momo. My Momo. Please wake up. I love you so much. Please!" She says inbetween sobs and cries.
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Lovely (A MomoJiro Story)
FanfictionTRIGGER WARNING: HOMOPHOBIA, BLOOD DESCRIPTIONS, DEATH, ANGST, HOSPITALS Momo's parents don't support her when she tells them she's gay over Christmas break so what happens when she comes home crying? COVER ART IS NOT MINE I don't own MHA or the ch...