One shots for Momojirou

Relentless Tears

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Third Person POV - Yaomomo (a little bit from Jirou too)

Her eyes and throat burned, her hands trembling before she laced them together behind her body as she walked. Momo was tired, so so tired after class, visiting her parents, and stopping on her way back to help an ungrateful stranger. Truthfully, the young hero needed an outlet. Alas, she had to perk up and put on her Class 1A Vice Representative smile as she walked through the doors of their dorms.

Water. Water helps to keep tears at bay, to keep them from trailing down her pale cheeks, to keep Momo from absolutely shattering in front of her beloved classmates. She just had to get to the kitchen, just had to get water so she could breathe again, rid herself of the growing knot in her chest and throat. Please just-

"Yaoyorozu!! Welcome back! How was the visit to your parents?"

She almost jumped, almost. Of course, she knew people would be in the commons, it was only about 8:30 PM...she just hoped they would ignore her or choose to only wave. Curse the kindness in her classmates' hearts.

"Ah, Kirishima..thank you! It went well," who says a person with manners can't lie?  "I hope I'm the last one to return tonight, it's getting late."

A smile, a polite wave to her other classmates still downstairs, she could handle that. Right? Right.

"Uhhh, yeah, I think you are! Not too many of us left campus today."

Kirishima's shark-toothed smile stayed on as he talked, the man's optimism a nice feeling for Momo's worn heart, but it was too kind, too much. She tried to reciprocate his grin and quickly nodded as she walked away from where he was sitting, bee-lining for the kitchen as tears pricked the edges of her tired eyes.

She yanked open the fridge and grabbed the first water bottle she saw, twisting off the cap as her head tilted back and the cool liquid flowed down her throat. Her tears backed off, a shaky breath leaving her lips after she swallowed, her mind clearing just for a moment.

She didn't look at anyone in the commons because she knew none of them were looking at her. It wasn't unusual for someone with a quirk dependent on how much she eats to rip open the fridge sometimes, it was just her lifestyle now.

Her knees felt weak, and she steadied herself by leaning against the island, her mind going haywire again far too quickly for her liking. The water bottle was brought back to her lips, half of it now gone as she swallowed repeatedly. It wasn't working anymore.

Her body convulsed as her throat closed and she choked on the water, coughing it up as she covered her mouth, her tears coming back to burn her eyes.

No, no, no, DAMMIT.

Momo did the only thing she could think of as she started breaking, she ran. Ignoring any words from her classmates, she bolted for the stairs. She'd explain later, everything would be okay. She simply got her clothes all wet from the coughed up water and really wanted to change. Yeah, that'd work.

Her plan was halted as her body collided with another, the smaller frame stumbling back against the wall and groaning lightly as Momo caught herself by gripping the stair's railing. Her eyes, now blurry from the tears falling down her cheeks, flicked quickly to look at the person she had ran into.

A small gasp fell from Momo's lips as she immediately recognized the deep purple hair, even through her flawed vision. Her hands furiously wiped at her eyes and face as she took a step back, fear encasing her heart and putting it in a death-like grip. Kyoka. Of all people it had to be Kyoka Jirou. The one person in her life who pushed past every one of her meticulously built mental walls.

The tall girl's feet were now glued to the floor, her arms wrapping around her body, as if to shield herself. Kyoka was speaking, she could see the girl's lips moving, but why couldn't she comprehend any of it?

They were in a stairwell, the only ways out of her situation being down or up. Multiple classmates or Kyoka. People  seeing her weak or sweet sweet Kyoka, her loving girlfriend having to console her. She mentally cursed at herself, slapping a hand over her mouth as she cried and fell to the floor. Her knees hurt slightly, but her heart ached  worse.

"Momo.? MOMO?! Baby, what's wrong?!"

Jirou went from a calm state, to absolutely panicked as her lover dropped to her knees, tears flowing down her face, caught on the hand pressed to her mouth that silenced her.

Momo felt gentle hands grip her shoulders, her bleary eyes opening to face her girlfriend, only to cloud with more tears as she leaned into her, her face hidden in Jirou's shirt as her body jerked from each mostly silent sob. The shorter girl wrapped her arms around Momo immediately, her chest tight with worry. She whispered sweet words into the crying girl's ears, her soft tone masking her inner panic.

"Shh, shh..it's okay baby, it's alright. Let it out, I've got you. Breathe, breathe..you gotta take a breath Momo."

Somehow, fortunately, it was those words that registered to Momo's ears and her hand wrenched away from her mouth, a sharp gasp following as she sucked in some air, coughing as it caught in her throat.

Her coughs turned back into cries as she wrapped her long arms around Jirou's frame, grounding herself on the feeling of her warm body. She attempted to speak, did her best, she always did her best, she tried so hard!

"I-..I couldn't-...it didn't wor..work! I tr-tried not to-!"

Momo's words only gave Jirou part of the story...she was left more worried and confused as she let one of her hands rest on her girlfriend's head, gently running through her black locks as best she could with how her hair was tied up.

"Woah, woah, hey...forget about it, I know how hard you try, I believe you, I do."

Jirou's shirt was soaked with the relentless tears pouring from Momo's eyes, but she couldn't find it in herself to care. Momo trembled, her breathing unsteady as she choked back her sobs. Her throat burned, she already knew her eyes were red, and she was exhausted.

Even so, the tears kept coming. Like the floodgates of a dam opening up, Momo gave up all that she could. She couldn't stop, she desperately wanted  to stop, but nothing was working.

Her hands were wet with all the tears she wiped away, the skin on her cheeks irritated from all the harsh rubbing. This was the hardest Momo Yaoyorozu could ever remember crying, and for what? She had a hard day? No, no..it was all her hard days. Every single tear she had refused to shed now overflowing down her face and she couldn't figure out how to stop it.

She always figured things out, she was praised for it, and now she couldn't even do that. Momo felt nauseous, her chest burned with held-back cries ready to rip from her throat, but she still wouldn't give in, wouldn't let herself try to heal.

"K-Kyoka..ma-make it stop! PLEASE, make it all stop!"

The arms around her tightened, and her tears kept falling.