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Momojirou - Idiots In Love

Inspired by @...distressedbisexual from tiktok, so all credits go to them! Please go check them out if you haven't already! They're also a kiribaku shipper, and super hooked on angst. Their newest series is really good so far, although I won't spoil it. So if that's something you're craving, you know what to do! And this is coming from someone who doesn't ship it, so you know it's good.

Hidden in her room, Momo was desperately trying to focus on her reading. Unsurprisingly, it wasn't working. The only thing on her mind was a constant loop of previous events from yesterday. Just as she was about to chuck her book at her wall from frustration, her door suddenly flung open and Bakugou stormed in.

"I have to know, how badly did Jirou fuck up?" He nearly yelled, clearly holding in a smirk.

"Hello, Bakugou," Momo replied, staring at him with a pointed look. She had tried a thousand times before to make him realise that kindness would probably get him everything.

As always, Katsuki ignored it, instead choosing to roll his eyes and demand, "Just answer the damn question!"

"I have no clue what you're talking about," Yaoyorozou elected to reply nonchalantly, wanting Katsuki to rephrase the question in a nicer way. It was usually the only was he did oblige, when he wanted something.

"Look, I'm not stupid, I gave Jirou very simple instructions but she's a dumbass so-" Bakugou said, getting cut off.

"Don't call her a dumbass!" Momo yelled, slamming her book shut.

"Oh, you got it bad. You got it worse than fucking Jirou!" Katsuki laughed, although he was clearly pleased.

"I-I don't know what you're talking about," Yaoyorozou tried to deny, sensing that Katsuki was not about to forget and would most likely lord it over her head for the next millennium.

"Oh please, don't think you can hide this bullshit from me," Bakugou sneered, glaring at her for even attempting to contradict the obvious.

Engaging in an intense staring contest where both of them were hoping to convince the other to give in, Momo was the first to look away.

"Fine, I like Jirou," she mumbled, desperately fighting down a blush at having admitted it out loud.

Grinning in victory, Bakugou took a second to gloat in the atmosphere of content defeat surrounding Momo before continuing his demands, "Now, I ask again, how badly did she fuck up?"

Giggling slightly, Yaoyorozou couldn't keep the fondness out of her voice, "Ok, it was bad but it was very nice!"

Rolling his eyes at her defending Jirou, Katsuki continued pestering Momo, "Tell me what happened."

"Well, I noticed that she was limping a little after she, uh, she," Momo started, hesitating so much that Bakugou cut in.

"Fell down the stairs, yes yes yes, I know about that," he sighed, pressuring Momo to carry on and stop stalling.

"Right, well, I offered for us to go vb to my room so I could maybe look at it and, well," Yaoyorozou paused again.

"Well?" Katsuki demanded, hungry for the details.

"So, I bandaged it up, and right as I was leaving back she was leaving forward and I kind of headbutted her on the nose," she quickly said, her words blurring into one.

Luckily for both of them, Katsuki has had a lifetime of Izuku mumbling at the worst of lighting, so deciphering mashed up words was his speciality. It was second nature at this point.

"You did not!" gasped Bakugou, slamming his hand over his mouth.

"Yep, and now there is blood all over my 1000 thread count Egyptian sheets," Momo said, defeated. However, she couldn't keep the fine look off of her face, something which Katsuki didn't notice. He was too busy laughing at the idiocy of his friends.