Love's Creation (IzukuxMomo)

18: Momentous Impact

Izuku: We need to talk. Please. Whenever you have the chance or whenever you have a moment to yourself, text me back. I'm so confused.

Yaoyorozu: I'm available all day Izuku, I'm here whenever you need me. Name the time whichever your preference.

Izuku: Three, this afternoon. Do you wanna meet somewhere?

Yaoyorozu: My estate will suffice for this, I would rather not have you in an environment with so many things going on at once. Three in the afternoon, my estate. Is that okay?

Izuku: Yeah. I'll be there.

Yaoyorozu: And I will be ready.

Will, she be ready for what's about to come? Perhaps even Yaoyorozu didn't know about that.

After re-reading the same six text messages for possibly the hundredth time within the hour Yaoyorozu sighed as she turned off her phone and placed it beside her on the couch that she sat on, leaning back into her seat with hands clasping over her lap. While it wasn't an ideal place for a potentially emotion shaking and heart pounding conversation she might have shortly, one of the many game rooms that came with her family estate is enough, just enough for two people to exchange what may be the result of years building up to a momentous impact. She doubts there will be any using of the pool table and bar any time soon, so this will suffice. It must.

*THUMP-THUMP*

A gulp traveled it's way down her throat as she tried desperately to ease the horse's kick that was her heart constantly beating strong all morning long. The anticipation was killing here, seconds feeling like lasting hours as dread further and further amassed on her shoulders for this approaching hour. For so long now she's been preparing for the possibility of this momentous impact and yet, now that it's arrived, she doesn't feel as if she's prepared in even the slightest for it. Her palms were always lathered in a thin layer of sweat no matter how many times she rubbed them off, a bead was constantly on her face no matter how many times she dried herself. The nerves were suffocating her.

Was what she's doing, the right thing? That is a question that has sat atop of a throne dedicated to causing turmoil and confusion to the woman's mind and heart. Was she doing the right thing? Were her actions of a kiss on the cheek and no less a kiss on the lips yesterday, the right thing to do? A part of her feels yes, it was, the culmination of everything that's boiled over the years could rest no longer and if action wasn't taken the top was going to pop. It was the right thing to do. But on the other hand, she feels guilty for what she's done to the man who was already in a confused state to begin with. Taking action the way she did, she fears the level of shock and awe she's caused to his already fragile mind.

*THUMP-THUMP*

"Huhhhhh..." A deep breath channeled itself out through her nose as Yaoyorozu took yet another opportunity to inspect herself, making it the 39th time she's done so? 40th? She's lost count by now. While she normally pays no mind to whatever her attire may be at times, for some reason a little nugget at the back of her mind kept egging her on to take another look. Was this enough? A black hoodie with dark blue jeans and Ryukyu themed socks, was it enough? Maybe it would be best to change the socks for something plain, black or white perhaps. No, perhaps lose the hoodie? Though it is a bit cold inside her mansion so maybe-

*DING-DONG*

*THUMP-THUMP*

The moment, has arrived.

Yaoyorozu's blood ran an icy cold as the bell of the front door echoed in her mind for all of infinity, her fingers quivering despite trying her damndest to keep them still. The game room was immediately to the right of the front entrance yet the distance seemed as if stretched for miles, so close yet an entire country's worth of distance away. The echoes dwindled into a deathly silence as she knew time would wait no longer for her or her hesitation, a breath inflating her chest while she stood onto her feet. 'Here it goes.'