The Tempo of Love

Midnight Mentality

Momo lay in her bed, listening to the rain crash against the roof just above her. She had always loved listening to the rain as she fell asleep, as she found its arrhythmic beating soothing of sorts. She had always pressured herself to be perfect, but hearing how nature was imperfect always soothed her. However, soon after moving to the U.A. household with the rest of her class, she quickly learned that not everyone felt the same about the rain.

A sudden, harsh light filled the room. Momo groaned at the interruption, but she was expecting this to happen. Her phone lit up with two messages: the time, 1:13 AM, and a single text message.

Jirou: It's happening again. Can you help me? Sorry if I woke you up.

Momo let herself sigh, and quickly glanced around her room to make sure nobody was there. Yes, she knew she was being paranoid, but she couldn't be too careful when moving around after curfew. She produced a small flashlight from her nightstand and clicked it on, wincing at the second coming of the harsh light. She slowly made her way out of her room and into the pitch-black hallway. Jirou's room was only a few doors down, but every step filled her with fear of being seen by someone.

A quick strum on the mahogany door caused it to open, a teary-eyed Jirou standing right behind it. "Sorry, did I wake you up?"

"No, I was having trouble sleeping too." Momo lied, "Shall we?" Jirou moved to allow Momo into her room, the dim light from Jirou's lamp being enough light to see by, but not enough to reveal the light past her doorframe. Jirou sat down on her bed and wiped tears from her eyes, wincing as a roar of thunder rolled through the household.

"Jirou, you're crying!" Momo quickly moved to Jirou's side, "Didn't I tell you that you could call me before the pain got this bad?"

Jirou nodded, "I just didn't want to disturb you."

"Jirou..." Momo began, "You're not a disturbance. You're a friend at worst. Let's get this thing on you."

Momo produced a small, elastic band from under Jirou's bed and fit it onto the girl's head. It fit snugly around her forehead, but not enough to cause discomfort. Momo opened up a small hatch on the band's back, near Jirou's neck, and used her quirk to produce a small coil of copper wire. She fit the wire into the hatch and closed it tightly, and soon the band began to vibrate with a gentle hum.

Their colleague Mei Hatsume had made this device for Jirou on a special request. Due to Jirou's quirk and the loud noises she had been through her whole life, air pressure differences affected her adversely by giving her borderline unbearable headaches. Neither girl was sure how it worked, but the band eased her pain quickly and effectively. The only problem was that it burned through copper wire like it was a haystack sitting next to Bakugou too long.

"Momo, thank you again for helping me with this, even though it's technically illegal." Jirou choked out a laugh, but soon winced again in pain.

Momo sighed, rubbing the girl on the back, "This is the least I could do. How else would you get this much copper wire?" The two sat in silence, listening to the gentle hum of the headband. Jirou winced occasionally, but the device seemed to be doing its job as usual.