Stopwatch (Momo x Male Reader) (Fluff)

Chapter 38 - Baby Talk

**A/N:~😅, sorry this took so long**

"A hero billboard chart without All Might?" Midoriya wonders out loud. "I don't know how this will play out."

"Well, by the looks of things, the hero who will be number one is-" Tsu begins, before being cut off by a blank, plain, cold voice.

"Endeavor." Shoto finishes. The name leaves an awkward air in the room. It's still a mystery to the rest of the class, what happened to Shoto. And that scar has to have come from somewhere.

Todoroki isn't one to express his feelings, in fact, the complete opposite. He hopes by blotting them out he can hope that they're not there. It works, sometimes. But to him, that's a problem to deal with alone.

"Yeah. He finally achieved his dream." Ochaco adds, lightly tapping her chin.

"No. He didn't." Shoto retorts, with bitter tongue. "He wanted to win it. Having it handed to him is the opposite of what he wants."

Nobody knows how to reply. Most would expect some sort of rant, some cooling off, an expression of pent up emotions from years of mental torment. But no, merely a blank slate face and and some spat words.

It leaves the common area in an awkward silence, and Shoto leaves the group to go to his room. Either to sleep or sulk. Or maybe soba, soba calms him down.

"I should go see if he's okay." Y/N narrates, taking initiative, despite the fact that he really, really doesn't want to move. Leaned back on the sofa lazily, arms around Momo's waist as she cuddles into his front, with his face just over her shoulder so that he can kiss her cheek, and her lips if she commits to a full turn.

Momo pouts, looking back at him with eyes that aren't nearly angry enough to be malicious, but with such a slight hint of discontent that makes a smile uncontrollably break across his face, her cheeks puffing out in the slightest and her full bottom lip poking out in the most adorable fashion.

"You're too fucking cute, you know." Y/n says in an almost whisper, so only she can hear, while poking her puffy cheek with an index finger. He pecks the spot where he prodded once, twice, three then four times in quick succession, until He's eventually showering her with a flurry of light kisses to her face and neck, eliciting  captivating, unintentional giggles from his partner.

"S-stop it!" She tells him lightheartedly, turning her face, and replacing all the little kisses with a longer, drawn out one. They part, but their faces stay close, their noses almost touching, their beaming grins matching. "And stop saying inappropriate words. I am still your class rep."

She talks in a hushed voice, lacent with slight jest. Y/N lets out a little giggle himself, before gently lifting her, and turning her so that the two lovers' torsos are opposite. "How do you cope with Bakugo swearing all the time."

"Well, he can't control himself, or his language when he's angry." Momo replies, looking at him with a glint in her dark eye.

"I can't control myself when I'm around you."
Y/N responds, smirking back at her and kissing her on the neck. Her face heats up with a rosy hue, before her eyes suddenly widen as she notices that the full room had been silent for a suspicious amount of time.

She slowly turns her head to the class behind her, the intimate pink blush suddenly barrelling into a deep, crimson flush of embarrassment.

The entire class stares back, notably Bakugo, who is stopped dead still like the rest of the class.

"I swear they just forget we exist half the time." Kyoka comments, breaking the silence.

"Y/-... Baka!" Momo stutters, then shouts, leaning back off of him in an attempt to hide what was very obviously happening. Y/N reaches down and catches her before she falls off the sofa, and hoists her up into the seat beside him. Still red, she begins to lightly bash on Y/N's shoulder with her fists, her eyes shut tight and her face bright red as she repeats herself. "Baka!"