Rules and Rebellion (Momo x Reader)

Chapter I: Unlikely Partners

In the quiet confines of her room at the U.A. Academy, Momo Yaoyorozu meticulously folded her uniform, the soft rustle of the fabric accompanying her thoughts. Each fold she pressed into place seemed to echo the doubts that lingered in her mind like unwelcome ghosts. Despite the silence in the room, Momo couldn't escape the lingering feeling of uncertainty that plagued her whenever she was alone.

The thoughts of her classmates and their remarkable progress loomed over her, casting a shadow over every moment of solitude. Todoroki, with his mastery of both aspects of his quirk; Midoriya, whose control seemed to grow with each passing day, unleashing more devastating power each time; Bakugo, a relentless force of evolution, constantly pushing his limits; Uraraka, honing her skills in melee combat; Tokoyami, delving deeper into the mysteries of Dark Shadow. The list seemed endless, each name a reminder of her own perceived stagnation.

Momo watched them all from the sidelines, a silent observer of their growth and accomplishments. As they blossomed, she couldn't help but feel frozen in time, her progress stalled, her potential untapped. Despite her countless hours of training and dedication, she couldn't shake the feeling that she was being left behind. In her eyes, every moment of improvement, every display of strength by her peers, only served to highlight her own shortcomings. She had been admitted to the U.A. Academy on recommendation, not on her own merits.

After carefully tidying up her clothes and putting them back in the wardrobe, Momo went to the mirror to fix her hair. As she watched her reflection, she found it increasingly difficult to meet her own gaze. How could she dare to look at herself, to stand in the presence of her own reflection, when she had such doubts about her worthiness? How could she justify her place in one of the most prestigious schools of heroes when she couldn't shake the feeling that she didn't deserve it?

Her fingers trembled slightly as she tried to style her hair, the simple task suddenly feeling like a challenge. Before she could dwell further on her doubts, a sharp knock on her bedroom door shattered the fragile calm of her thoughts. The voice of Aizawa, her homeroom teacher, broke the silence with an urgent tone.

"Yaoyorozu, report to Principal Nezu's office as soon as possible."

The words hit Momo like a physical blow, her heart sinking into her chest. This was it, she thought, the moment she had been dreading. The moment when her fears would be confirmed and she would be expelled from the U.A. Academy. After all, what use was she to the Academy if she couldn't fulfill her own potential?

With a heavy heart and trembling steps, Momo navigated the familiar corridors of U.A. Academy, her mind consumed by a whirlwind of apprehension. Every footstep echoed loudly in her ears, a solemn rhythm that seemed to herald her impending doom. She took a deep breath, steeling herself for the inevitable as she approached the door to Principal Nezu's office.

As her hand reached for the door handle, Momo's heart pounded with intensity in her chest. This was it, the moment of reckoning she had been dreading. With a trembling hand she pushed the door open, preparing herself for what was to come. The sight that greeted her was unexpected, to say the least. Headmaster Nezu sat behind his desk, his small frame perched on a pile of books, his eyes sparkling with warmth. But it was the figure sitting across from him that took Momo by surprise.

A young man sat in the chair opposite the headmaster, relaxed and confident, one leg casually crossed over the other. His hair was a striking mix of dark blue and red, tousled in a way that suggested a carefree attitude. Piercings adorned his ear. He exuded an undeniable aura of confidence, as if he belonged there, perhaps even as her replacement at school. Gathering her courage, Momo cleared her throat softly, her voice trembling slightly as she addressed the room. "I'm sorry if I interrupted anything, Principal Nezu," she began, her words hesitant but determined. "Aizawa-sensei told me to come."