One shots for Momojirou

Found You

Hola <3

I'm pretty sure this was a request a looooooooong time ago, but I cannot remember. Welp, hope y'all enjoy.

TW: speaking of abuse

Third Person POV

Jirou ran and ran, her footsteps pounding the pavement on the sidewalk, puddles splashing and rain cutting across her face. Of course the one day she ends up running away it's raining.

Her footsteps slowed to jog, then to a slow walk. Her lungs and heart were working hard, but she still felt shitty. Jirou chuckled for a moment before groaning at the pain it caused in her ribs.

"Stupid fucking "dad" ..that damn kick probably broke my fucking ribs.."

Although it was raining hard, the girl could no longer find it in her to care. Her clothes, her hair, everything was already drenched anyway, so why would it even matter?

"I did it..I finally fucking did it..but now I don't even have a stupid house to stay in. God, I should've thought this through a little more shouldn't I have?"

She spoke to no one, the moon and stars at best, as it was around midnight. "How could I think I could do this..? How could I just leave like that?! Dammit! S-Shit..ow."

As Jirou slightly folded in on herself in pain, she noticed a nearby bench---had she ran all the way to the park?

"Not like I'll find anywhere else.." she mumbled against the spatter of rain on concrete. Everything was starting to hurt, old and new bruises.

Jirou's father was no father at all. Not to her. He was an old, cranky, HORRID man who only learned to deal with his own emotions through inflicting pain on others. She got to be that person every damn day, lucky her.

Sitting on the bench, not caring about how cold the water was and how soaked it made her jeans, she finally relaxed. He wouldn't care enough to come after her..barely anyone knew who she was anyway.

The enhanced sound of rain due to her earjacks, the darkness of the night, the feeling of being alone..it all somehow seemed to calm her more than anything else ever had.

"I'll just..keep walking in the morning."

Then, Jirou slept. Curled up on a bench, alone, free.

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Jirou shivered and felt something warm gently shake her shoulder. She shot up and immediately wanted to run before realizing where she was and remembering how she had already ran from the problem.

"Oh my, I am so sorry miss. I didn't mean to startle you."

With her drowsy vision finally focusing, Jirou stared in awe.

A beautiful, tall, put together, dark-haired woman stared back at her, worry creasing her amazingly sculpted face.

"It's been raining all night.." Jirou noticed the still drizzling weather, "I don't know how long you've been out here, but I'm sure you'll catch a cold soon enough. Please, take this."

Pink, blue, and white sparkles appeared on the woman's arm, and an umbrella somehow was created and formed from it. She held it out for Jirou to take. It was a deep purple.

"It matches your hair..do you need any help..?"

The purple-haired girl snapped out of her trance and took the umbrella slowly.

"Thank you..and no, this is great. I uh..yeah. Thanks."

The stranger smiled warmly and nodded. "Please do get out of the rain and dry off. If I see you again, I'm hoping it'll be on better terms."

Jirou's heart beat a little faster, and for the first time in years it wasn't because of fear.

"Yeah..uh. When, when you see me again," and she winked at the woman with an awkward smile.

Somehow, her amateur move did make the woman smile and laugh, a sound that was like pure honey dripping from her voice, the sweetest of melodies.

"I'll be off now. Have a nice day ma'am."

She bowed and her heels started clicking away from Jirou.

"Wait! Uh..could I, get your name by chance.? To..thank you! For the umbrella. When I see you again..yeah."

Even with the GIGANTIC awkward and nervous cloud surrounding Jirou, that sweet voice responded with no hint of feeling bothered.

"I'm Momo Yaoyorozu. It has been a pleasure, and I hope to learn your name..when I see you again."

With a wink and a wave, the woman, no..Momo Yaoyorozu..walked away.

3rd chapter of the day, unheard of.

Adios