sweetness

first names

shouto's pov

"first names, huh?" midoriya teased me.

"it...it means nothing! momo-i mean ya-momo..nO," i let a sigh of frustration. "we're just friends, midoriya, there's...no way she likes me."

"are you even hearing yourself??! YOURE todoroki! todoroki shouto! the guy ya-momo stares at in class and admires!" midoriya yelled as he threw his hands in the air, gesturing to his frustration.

"admires and 'likes' are two different words." i calmly shut him down.

he drags his hand over his face and grunts. "why can't you admit that you want her to possibly like you?"

"one: i can admit that.
two: momo doesn't like me! we're good friends, nothing more."

"you did it again!"

"what? tell you that-"

"nO no! you called her by her given name!"

my face heated up.

it was a habit at this point, it's been hard to call her by her surname or nickname.

i liked calling her momo.

"it...it was a slip of the tongue." i put my face to the side, facing the ground, hiding my red face.

"slip of tongue? of what? in her mouth?"

"MIDORIYA!" i lashed at his inappropriate joke.

"hahaha sorry, but you should really talk to her. ya know tell how you feel."

"if i do that, you have to get chocolates for uraraka!"

midoriyas face lit up like a fire, embarrassed, he did his normal "hiding of the face" act.

time skiP~

midoriya and i got back to the dorms, shuffling to our rooms as the day got darker. our other classmates were in the living area, playing a board game.

"MinA, it's your turn." kami screamed toward mina, who was in the kitchen "helping" momo cook.

mina ran off to the living area, leaving momo to cook alone. i couldn't tell what they were actually making though. they had trays out and a lot of bowls.

i decided to help, considering momo looked helpless without mina "helping."

"would you like some help, momo?" calling her by her name wasn't necessary, but i like to slip it in whenever i can. i like saying her name.

"shOuto," she jumped like a bunny. she looked around helplessly, see if anyone saw us. "calling me by my given name when people are close by? tsk tsk shouto."

"what? i like to call you momo, it's a nice name." i sat down on the table top, i was able to see what she was making.

chocolates.

"homemade chocolates huh? who's the special someone?" i leaned on my knees, supported by my elbows.

"it's ...for mina. not me, shouto."

"oh, well i can still help."

"it's okay, i got this." momo shrugged me off.

"no special someone for the great momo, huh? i thought you would."

"i focus on my studies, shouto. you out of everyone should know this."

i huffed, failed getting anything out of her.

"well, if you ever need to talk about this special someone, i'm always free for you." i hopped off the table and moved to the living room.

maybe there was nothing special about us calling each other by our first names.

maybe it means nothing to her.

maybe.

a/n: haha sorry the chapter s aren't long or good. i'm still trying to find my style of writing. i hope u enjoyed this uwu