Inside the grandeur of the Yaoyorozu mansion, an air of elegance and opulence surrounded Momo and Izuku as they embarked on a unique playdate, one that felt more like a study session. Izuku, with his eyes wide in awe, marveled at the sprawling halls, exquisite artwork, and luxurious furnishings. The wealth that enveloped the mansion was overwhelming, but Izuku's heart remained steadfast in his friendship with Momo.
As they settled into a lavish study room, adorned with bookshelves filled to the brim with knowledge, Momo's porcelain features graced with a warm smile, and Izuku's green eyes brimming with a mixture of excitement and curiosity.
Izuku couldn't help but feel a sense of awe and slight unease as he took in his surroundings. The opulence of the mansion was a stark contrast to his humble upbringing, and he couldn't shake the nagging thought that he didn't quite belong in this world of wealth and grandeur. However, his care and affection for Momo overshadowed any discomfort he felt.
"Yaoyorozu, your house is amazing," Izuku said, his voice filled with a mix of wonder and a touch of nervousness. "But it's your personality that makes you an incredible friend, not all of this."
Momo tilted her head, her brows furrowing in confusion. "Midoriya, what do you mean? I don't understand."
Izuku smiled warmly, trying to reassure her. "What I mean is, no matter where you come from or how much money you have, it's your kindness, intelligence, and determination that make you special. That's why I'm your friend."
Momo's expression softened, a glimmer of understanding shining in her eyes. She still struggled to fully grasp the concept of friendship, but Izuku's words resonated deep within her. It was a reminder that connections were built on shared values and genuine care, rather than material possessions.
In the hours that followed, they delved into their studies, the soft rustle of turning pages filling the room. Momo eagerly shared more about her incredible Creation Quirk, explaining the intricacies of her ability to manifest objects from her own body. Izuku listened with rapt attention, his curiosity and admiration for her quirk growing with each passing moment.
Engrossed in their discussions, Momo's curiosity stirred once again. She turned to Izuku, her voice gentle and sincere. "Midoriya, your quirk... What is it? I would love to learn more about it."
Izuku's heart skipped a beat, a wave of panic crashing over him. Images of disappointment and rejection flashed through his mind, and he felt his breath hitch in his chest. The weight of his quirklessness pressed upon him, suffocating his thoughts.
In a moment of overwhelming anxiety, Izuku's instincts took over. He bolted from the study room, his footsteps echoing through the mansion's hallways. Momo, her eyes widening in shock and concern, called out to him, her voice quivering. "Izuku, wait! Why are you running? Did I say something wrong?"
But Izuku couldn't find the words to explain his fear. He ran, his mind clouded with self-doubt and the painful memories of rejection he had experienced before. He couldn't bear to hear Momo's possible disappointment or witness her turning away from him like so many others had done in the past.
Momo stood there, tears welling up in her eyes, her heart heavy with confusion and guilt. "I'm sorry, Midoriya. I don't understand why I'm crying or why you ran away when I asked about your quirk."
Weeks passed, and Momo never heard from Midoriya. Concern gnawed at her, consuming her thoughts. She couldn't bear the thought of losing her friend, and so she mustered the courage to approach her mother, Yuna, with a request.
"Mother, I'm worried about Izuku," Momo spoke softly, her voice laced with concern. "Could I visit his home to check on him?"
Yuna, with a tender smile tinged with sadness, nodded. "Of course, my dear. It's important to show support and care for our friends in their times of need."
