tell me you love me - todomomo

Chapter Six: I was kind of hoping to get through the scene.

(Monday of the next week)

"Why, uncle, 'tis a shame." Jirou read off the script in front of her. Kirishima scanned the sheet for his line.

"Go to, go to. You are a saucy boy. Is't so, indeed? This trick may chance to scathe you, I know what. You must contrary me. Marry, 'tis time.—Well said, my hearts!—You are a princox, go. Be quiet, or—More light, more light!—For shame! I'll make you quiet.—What, cheerly, my hearts!" He waved a dismissive hand at Jirou, who, acting not being her forte, bit her lip as confusion sunk in.

Some of the class began to dance awkwardly on stage to nothing but the sound of their feet scuffing on the stage of the auditorium. Since it was just a bare boned rehearsal, they didn't bother with things like music or much staging.

"Patience perforce with willful choler meeting makes my flesh tremble in their different greeting. I will withdraw, but this intrusion shall now seeming sweet, convert to bitterest gall." Jirou recited shakily before quickly speed walking off stage. It was then that all attention turned to Momo and Shoto, who stood awkwardly in the middle of the stage, standing across from one another.

After a moment of silence and an encouraging nod from Present Mic, Shoto cleared his throat.

"If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." His voice came out more timid than he would've expected. He at least tried to make it sound confidant, but standing in front of the most beautiful girl in the world while reciting romantic lines had even the ice cold Todoroki Shoto heating up. He turned his face slightly away to avoid looking directly into her dark orbs as a blush crept onto his face.

"Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this, for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss." Momo's voice came out so soft even Shoto could barely hear it.

"I do implore thee: SPEAK LOUDER." Present Mic yelled from the audience of vacant chairs. With a sigh, Momo repeated the line just loud enough to satisfy Mic before finding a spot on the ground that was far more interesting than wherever her eyes were supposed to be.

"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too-"

"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD. LOOK AT EACH OTHER!" Mic yelled, causing both of them to wince. Momo herself was an atheist, but she silently prayed to every god she knew the name of for this torture to end. "You guys would have great chemistry if you weren't so DAMN AWKWARD. C'mon! This is a play for crying out loud! It doesn't have to be real but at least TRY to fake it. Start again." He heaved an over exasperated sigh and motioned for them to continue.

Shoto silently glared daggers at the man but straightened his posture nevertheless as he prepared to begin again. "If I profane with my unworthiest hand this holy shrine, the gentle sin is this: My lips, two blushing pilgrims, ready stand to smooth that rough touch with a tender kiss." He forced himself to look into those beautiful, dark orbs of hers, allowing himself to be captivated.

Momo took a deep breath in and gave him a sweet smile as she returned eye contact. She beat down a blush that seemed to take over her whole body as she read her line. "Good pilgrim, you do wrong your hand too much, which mannerly devotion shows in this, for saints have hands that pilgrims' hands do touch, and palm to palm is holy palmers' kiss."

"Have not saints lips, and holy palmers too?"

"Ay, pilgrim, lips that they must use in prayer." She blushed.

"OKAY KIDDOS!" Mic suddenly interrupted them and Shoto just about screamed. All that and they only got one line further. "That's all for today, you young heroes have gotta get to your next class!" Shoto rolled his eyes.