Art || Todomomo

Chapter 17

There was a small pause, the only sound to be heard was the gentle ticking of a clock.

Momo held her breath in anticipation but also fear and nervousness of what's to come.

Shouto sighed, "After you fainted yesterday, well I carried you, your father wanted to take you home but your mother decided it was best you woke up to a different sort of atmosphere so she told me to take you to my house. Fortunately, my father hadn't come yesterday due to a delay in his flight so my siblings and I took you home. Fuyumi, my sister, took you to her room and in general made sure you were okay and now we're here." His gaze was on Momo, an unreadable expression.

He leaned back a bit and exhaled, "That was what happened yesterday but we need to talk about what happened in the past few years, don't we?" His statement was more of a rhetorical question that an actual question.

Momo slowly nodded.

"I don't know where to start though," Shouto confessed, "Everything is just all over the place."

"Then let's start with my aunt. Todoroki, I loved my aunt, the last time I saw her was when I was seven. This party took place when I was nine and I had no idea that aunt Ume had even come because she doesn't even attend these parties. I used to see my aunt either once in one and half years or two years and the next day after the party was the day I was supposed to meet her again. Instead, it was the day I got the news of her death." Momo drew a shaky breath as she continued,

"That day, I didn't even know who the poisoned person was and yet people blamed it on me. My parents never told me probably because they knew I loved my aunt more than anyone else but I'm confused and frustrated as to why, as to why, as to why Touya had to poison my aunt. He killed her, he killed the only person who understood me and appreciated me! Why did he suddenly decide to blame a small child? What was he even doing there that day? The questions, the resentment and the fear I had towards him just grew because of the thoughts and feelings of a nine year old child, the thoughts and feelings that manifested into something  a normal child shouldn't feel. Why just why?"
Momo's voice now was not high or agitated or trembly it was calm, too calm, like she had given up but Shouto wouldn't allow that now would he.

"Yaoyorozu, we'll fix this, I promise but I'm sorry, I'm sorry for not telling you that Touya was my brother. At the time, I had an idea that he had something to do with your past but I didn't know it was to this scale. I also didn't tell you because,"

His voice faltered, "Because I didn't want you to hate me, I didn't want to carry the shame of what my idiotic brother did to someone I cared for and for not telling you, I truly am sorry." His face was a mixture of embarrassment, sincerity and sadness.

"I don't hate you, I don't think I ever will." Momo's bold statement caught the both of them off guard. The two were red but Shouto quickly regained his composure.

"Yaoyorozu, there's something else. It's about your aunt Ume." Shouto looked at her,

"Do you remember that teacher who I told you about, the one who suddenly left. I never knew her last name because she always told me to call her Miss Ume. I was around nine, the same age as you when she suddenly left and I don't know, I just get this feeling that maybe both these incidents are connected somehow." Shouto said every sentence slowly, a bit unsure.

Momo thought about her last conversation with her aunt,
"I'm a bit busy this year, I've got a small job too, come to think of it, there's a small child I teach, he's a bit similar to you."

"It was her, it was my aunt who taught you." Momo smiled, "She told me that she taught a small boy, one who's a bit similar to me, I'm assuming that the boy is you."

Shouto's eye's widened a bit in surprise and then softened,

"The world really is a small place, huh?" He chuckled softly,
"It really is." Momo responded.

Shouto then rested his head on her shoulder, he didn't know why but it just felt right.

Momo was startled at first, but she wasn't complaining, because she liked this, it felt different and foreign but it also felt familiar and just right.

A small silence encased the room, a silence that felt warm and light, the feeling you get when you've gotten things of your chest or when you've tried those airy donuts stuffed with that delectable custard, it was a good feeling, a feeling that resembled what home should feel like, something the two have been searching for in a long time.

The two fell asleep, though things weren't completely sorted at the moment, they both decided to live in the moment and not always think about he future for once.

Meanwhile,

"That was so adorable!" Fuyumi whisper squealed,
"Bold move Shouto." Natsuo whispered,
"It's just like a shoujo anime." Fuyumi chuckled,
"It's a fan-fiction though." Natsuo said blankly,
"What?"
"Nothing." He smirked,
"Who are you smirking at?"
"The camera." He replied,
"What?"
"Oh it's nothing, anyways don't you think we should stop spying now." He looked at the two sadly, "We need to talk to Touya, don't you think so Fuyumi?"

"We should."

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I may or may not have watched the latest episode of fruits basket before writing this...
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