Goddess of Creation(Momo x Male Reader)

Chapter 19|Past and Future

(Y/N) POV:

"My aunt?!" I exclaimed. Honestly, I didn't know I had an aunt. Although I vaguely remember my old home having lots of family photos, so it shouldn't surprise me.

"That's correct. After looking into your genealogy, we found you have a living relative," Mr Aizawa explained.

"Wait a minute, does this mean (Y/N) will be able to learn to control his quirk?" Momo sat beside me at my bedside, curiously looking up at her teacher. Her hand was placed over mine, but I didn't care. I liked it actually, so I didn't say anything.

"Possibly, but we haven't heard from her since we reached out. Do you remember anything about your aunt that could help us contact her?"

"No, not really. I didn't even know I had an aunt." I admitted. I tried to search my memories for something about her. A glimpse of a memory, maybe her voice or a place I saw her. But it was hopeless. Despite all my efforts I can't remember even one detail about her.

The room falls silent as Mr Aizawa stands before us, thinking deeply to himself. Momo glances over at me and catches my gaze. She looks at me, but I'm unable to read her expression. She then looks down at our touching hands and swiftly retracts her hand from mine. A soft redness lightly tints her cheeks as she tries to straighten her back.

With Mr Aizawa still pondering, I interrupt the silence and say, "Well I guess there's nothing we can do about it." My voice sounds solemn, and I let out a light sigh. Honestly, I don't know if I want to see my family. And they probably think the same. They probably think I'm dead, have been dead for years.

"Hey, I'm sure we'll hear something soon," Momo says with a warm smile.

"I thought I should at least let you know. And you'll be the first to find out when we hear back." Mr Aizawa then explains he needs to speak with the doctors and leaves. Leaving Momo and I in my hospital room together, alone.

She glances at me with her kind and caring eyes. They lock onto my own eyes as we stare at each other momentarily. By the way she's examining me, I can tell she's trying to get a read on how I feel. Unfortunately for her, I doubt she'll find anything. I don't care about my aunt either way, which sounds harsh, but she can only imagine how I feel.

I'm surprised that I've never heard of her before. Or that she tried to help find me when I ran away. At least I don't think she tried to find me. I recall the missing messages throughout the cities after my disappearance, and not one ever mentioned her. Mentioned that I would be taken to her when found.

Maybe it would have given me comfort back then. Or perhaps I knew she wasn't going to help. I'm not really sure. The only thing I can gain from her now is help to train my quirk.

"So, you really don't remember your aunt at all?" Momo asked, breaking my thoughts. She seems puzzled by the situation, or maybe by my facial expression. I can't imagine she'd been in a similar situation, so it must be strange to her.

"Not really, no," I replied numbly. "It's possible she was never around, and I never got to meet her. Or maybe I've just forgotten her after everything."

Momo lowers her head and stares at the hospital floor. I can tell she's trying to be stoic, maybe to make me feel better or something. But her furrowed brows give away that she feels saddened for me.

"I-" she says before quickly cutting herself off.

"What's on your mind?" I ask.

"Nothing. I just don't know what to say. I wish I could help you in some way, but I don't know how."

"Momo you've done more than enough to help me. If it wasn't for you I'd be dead under a pile of rubble, twice!"

"I guess so, I just feel I could do more," she says, her voice trailing off as she speaks. Her arms recoil into herself, and her body becomes stiff.