Heart Confessions

Yaoyorozu
"That's Todoroki!"

"Oh! And isn't that a first year?"

"A love confession! I've never seen one in person!"

Momo looked over her classmates' heads and out the second floor window. Across the grass, over by the first of many training halls Momo could clearly see Todoroki's signature red and white hair as he stood in front of a younger classmen.

He had gotten taller since first year. Where before he and Momo had been about the same height now he easily stood a head and a half above her. And that wasn't all, he had always been popular with his pretty boy good looks, but now some of the boyish features of youth were gone leaving a man behind.

Todoroki was more popular than ever.

They were too far away to hear what was being said, but the intent was clear. The younger classmen had gotten closer to Todoroki than what would be considered socially acceptable. Then, in a span of a heartbeat, the younger classman had pushed up onto her toes and kissed the half and half hero in front of everyone.

"Wahhh!" The girls by Momo's side exclaimed in mixture of shock and excitement at having caught the act. The creation hero's own eyes widened at the brashness of the action and she inhaled deeply as a dull thud echoed through her chest.

A cold anger swept over her. And Momo brought her hand up to her breast shocked at her own reaction before quickly turning away from the scene.

It hurt. And it didn't make any sense. Why would she care if Todoroki-san was in a relationship? He was just a classmate. Just a friend. Nothing more. The only reason she could think to explain her sudden anger was disappointment in herself. Disappointment that she, a hero, was prying into someone's private moments. And worse, it was Todoroki-san's private life, one of the people she admired most. This wasn't what a hero would do. There really wasn't any other reason for the sudden hurt and anger that she was feeling except if it was towards herself.

A hand on her arm, startled Momo out of her thoughts. "Yaomomo are you alright?"

"I'm fine. Why would you ask?" Momo blinked innocently at Kyouka Jirou.

The earphone jack hero looked hard at her best friend for a moment before sighing. "It's bad to keep things in, you know? I'm your friend if you want to talk."

Momo threw her a soft smile. "Of course! I know I can always count on you. But there really is nothing wrong."

Stuffing her hands into her oversized school cardigan, Jirou made a nondescript noise in the back of her throat. "If you say so."
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Todoroki
Shoto wiped his mouth with the sleeve of his school uniform again. He received love confessions all the time but this had been the third girl in four months to force herself on him.

The half and half hero ran a hand through his hair. His admirers were becoming increasingly more aggressive. Worse still, some of the girls from class had seen this latest incident and had made a fuss all of lunch.

How annoying.

The half and half hero leaned back in his chair and glanced at the classroom clock. Still forty-five minutes to go. He was feeling particularly agitated since that earlier event and was itching to get out to field training and work out some of his frustration.

Shoto tapped his foot in irritation. He could still taste the girl's lipstick or gloss, whatever they call it, on his lips. How could girls wear that sort of stuff? It was sticky and tasted nasty. It made no sense. Did they really think some pink would make them look better?