Fireworks ~ TodoMomo

||Chapter 6||

"Todoroki, there's another group of girls here to see you," Kaminari said, gesturing with his thumb over his shoulder.

It was Thursday afternoon of their last week of class before summer break, and 2-A had just finished gym class. The girls, as per usual, were still changing, leaving the guys time to relax before their next lesson.

Shouto looked up from the hero magazine Midoriya had spread out over the desk. A new group of younger classmen hovered outside of the doorway staring at him hopefully.

His eyebrows drew together, and he looked back at Kaminari. "Tell them they lost already."

Kaminari blinked, and his mouth dropped open. "What do you mean they lost already?"

Shouto shifted. Even though his classmates continued to chatter and act normally, somehow, Shouto felt like all their attention was on him. He frowned. "The game they are playing, Yaoyorozu won."

Suddenly the classroom went unnaturally silent. Todoroki tilted his head. He didn't understand what was wrong.

He looked at Midoriya, hoping to get an answer, but Midoriya was trembling. By the hue of his face, which practically matched Shouto's red hair, he didn't think he'd be getting an answer anytime soon.

Shouto frowned. He had been stating a fact. It wasn't like he had said anything controversial.

Kaminari's mouth opened and closed a few times before it seemed his brain literally sparked back into action. "What?"

Then everyone was turning to look at him.

"Bro-roki, what do you mean?" Sero demanded as he practically jumped over the desks to get closer.

"Are you and the goddess going out?" Mineta demanded. His purple head looked about to explode.

Shouto hummed. "Yeah, I'm going with everyone shopping for yukatas this weekend, and then the Sumidagawa festival in July...is no one else going?"

There was a collective exhale that Shouto could almost feel throughout the room. Shouto eyebrows knit together as the guys seemed to deflate, falling back into their seats.

"So innocent," Kaminari said, shaking his head. "Okay. Okay. I'll tell the girls you aren't interested."

Shouto nodded slowly. "Thanks."

As Kaminari walked away, Midoriya looked back up at Shouto.

"Todoroki-kun, what did you mean when you said Yaoyorozu won?" Midoriya asked slowly.

Shouto shrugged. "There's been a game that girls have been playing to ask me to hangout over summer break. I'm going with Yaoyorozu shopping and to the festival, so she won," he said, lifting his chin. Filled once again with that sense of pride he'd felt when he told Yaoyorozu that she won.

Yaoyorozu may not have known about the game, but Shouto was happy he had helped her win. It would have been unfair if she had lost without even knowing.

"Todoroki-kun," Midoriya said gently, after a second. "There is no such game."

Shouto tilted his head. He didn't understand. Why would random girls keep asking him to hangout if it wasn't part of some game? That didn't make sense. Why else would they want to hangout with a boy who had a scar over his eye if they didn't know him?

Mineta sighed heavily in his seat behind Midoriya. "Only hot and cool looking guys can be this dense," he whined, dropping his head onto his desk.

Shouto frowned. He didn't know what to make of that comment. He guessed it didn't matter though. Shouto was positive that he had helped Yaoyorozu win, and the thought made warmth curl in his chest.

"I'm still mad at you for yesterday," Momo said indignantly, adjusting her bag on her shoulder as she walked back towards the dorms.

"Ah, come on," Jirou whined, poking Momo's side with her earphone jack. Her eyes twinkled knowingly. "I didn't say anything bad."

Momo glared down at Jirou. "You abandoned me!"

"Helped you get a date, you mean."

Momo ignored her as heat spread across her cheeks. "I was so embarrassed. And it's not a date. We are going as a class."

"Yeah, but now you can stop worrying about those other girls. Todoroki said he'd come Saturday. So, all is good."

Momo huffed and picked up her pace. She couldn't believe Jirou. Even if she was feeling better knowing Todoroki had turned their junior classmen down, it wasn't like she was going to forgive Jirou that easily.

"You know," Jirou started in an offhand voice, keeping pace with Momo's stride, "Now that he's coming, you could always get matching outfits."

Momo's eyes widened, and her heart stuttered on the phrase.

Matching outfits? Her and Todoroki?

Momo's face warmed. An image of Todoroki leading her hand in hand through the stalls, in a yukata that matched hers, flickered through her mind.

He looked back at her, smiling. "I've been dreaming of escorting you again."

Ahhh!

Momo shook her head to try and clear her thoughts. Her heart raced.

What was she thinking? She shouldn't get ahead of herself. Matching yukatas didn't mean they'd be a couple...but, maybe it was the start?