when y/n was young, she had been born into a family of renowned devil hunters. unlike most, she lived in a tribe, not a city. she didn't go to school, but instead studied under the tribes monks. from the moment she could walk she was conditioned to...
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❞⁀➷♡'ˎ˗ "it's just the press...!"
"it's pretty crowded today, huh?" you say aloud, sitting beside yaomomo as you contently eat your katsudon. "it is. i believe it's because the hero course and support students share a lunch period." she says informatively, sliding her bowl of miso soup to you as you drop your soft boiled eggs onto her tray with your chopsticks. yaomomo needed a lot of protein for her quirk, and you didn't really need to eat as much as others. so, you'd trade the more nutritional stuff on your plate for whatever she didn't want to eat that day. yaomomo was rather picky, too. she did quite like karaage it seemed. you had considered asking her to go get some with you sometime, but ended up feeling too shy to do so. it wasn't like a date, obviously, but... yaomomo's pretty, and... you weren't sure how you felt about it, actually.
"who did you vote for, y/n?" yaomomo asks, politely covering her mouth whenever she's eating and refusing to speak till she's swallowed. you are less mannered, frantically chewing your pork before swallowing it to reply. "i voted for you, yaomomo." you say, and she smiles a bit. "i thought so. i voted for todoroki." she says, and you tilt your head. "i get why, he's strong and composed... but he's a bit too anti-social for the role, it's why no one voted for me." you say, nodding your head at your own explanation.
yaomomo raises a brow. "y/n, you had a vote. did you not see?" you stare blankly at your chopsticks for a moment. "to be honest... i didn't even look for my name. i forgot people could even vote for me." you say bluntly, laughing softly. "that's weird. i wonder who?" you mumble, and yaomomo shrugs.
"it doesn't surprise me all that much. you're very intelligent and your quirk is extremely versatile. i would've voted for you if i didn't know you wouldn't want the role." she says, composed. you coo and poke her tray with your chopsticks teasingly. "aww, you know me so well already. that doesn't shock me, you're observant. i was actually really hoping you'd win." you say sincerely, and she looks away with pink cheeks. "i was, too. it's alright, though."
"hey, yaomomo... what do your parents do?" you ask curiously, putting your hand on your cheek as you examine her with a small smile. she freezes up under your gaze, the blush not fading. "you're so well put-together all the time, your skin is flawless and your hair is really glossy and soft... plus, you go home in a limo. your families clearly rolling in dough!" you say, smiling a bit. it only falters for a moment.
do people still call money "dough"?
she laughs nervously, rubbing the back of her head. maybe you overdid it with the compliments, she's bright red. "you're too kind, y/n..." she mumbles, clearing her throat before she speaks next. "my parents had a bit of money when they were young. they married early and decided to invest their money into this big hero support corporation. it ended up being one of the more successful tech companies. they ended up using their investment money to simply purchase ownership of the company and have been managing it since." you nod your head in understanding. "which of your parents is the business-y one?" you ask, and she smiles a bit. "my mother is the one with the degree in finance. she's the ceo of the company now, and she learned a lot about tech-wear to really fit the part. now it's hard to tell that she wasn't always apart of the company." she seems proud. it's quite cute.
