MomoJirou (fanfiction, girlxgirl)

Three

Momo POV

   I wake up groggily and push myself out of bed. Ugh, good thing it's the only day we're off. I lazily put on a white t-shirt and joggers on. I leave my dorm and into the dining room/kitchen. I walk into the sweet smell of pancakes. I close my eyes and just take in the smell. Mmmm. 
   Then Mina sees me and yells, "Hey Momo, you gotta try Jirou's pancakes, they're SUPER YUMMMMY...!" I giggle and walk to the long table where most of everyone else was sitting at and sit in an empty seat next to Todoroki. 

   "Morning Beautiful," he whispers. 

   "Morning Handsome."

   A plate of blueberry pancakes are placed in front of me and I look to see that Jirou is the one who gave it to me. "These look delicious, Jirou! Thanks."

   "Yeah no problem." 

   We both gaze into each other's eyes and while I'm looking into her eyes, there seems to be... pain? Hurt? But before too long she coughs into her arm and holds up a finger, " I'll be right back." And on that note, she practically runs to her room. As I watched her run, everything from last night hit me and my chest felt very heavy. Hanahkhi for Momo, stupid, Yuroro. I look down at my food and push it around with my fork on the plate. In my own world thinking of what I can do to make her feel better, the fact that I am the reason one of my good friends is suffering. 

   " Hey Momo, you should try these pancakes, they're real good." I give him a small smile and go to take a bite. Oh. My. God. These are the best pancakes I've ever eaten. I finish my pancakes around the time everybody else does and once I do finish, I help clean up everything with Midoriya, Ida, and Todoroki. Once I do finish I go to Jirou's dorm and knock on her door. After a little bit, I hear movement on the other side of the door. The door opens and I see Jirou, who has all the color drained from her face, her lips look like a light blue with dry blood running down the side of it. 

   "Jirou! Are you okay!?" I yell in surprise at the ill sight of my friend. Her eyes dart around me, as if looking for a way to escape. No, you are not running from me this time, Jirou. I walk into the room, making her take a few steps back and once I'm in the room, I close the door behind me. 

   "Yao-Momo! What're you doing here? Why are you here?" I lift my hand and she flinches. I hesitate and put my palm on her forehead . 

   "You're burning, Jirou!" 

   She her eyes widen and then she looks down and stutters, "I-It's no big deal. I-I got this." She starts to blush and along with it, some color returns to her face. I pull a thermometer out of my arm and put it in front of her mouth.

   "Open, Jirou." She doesn't move. Then I glare at her and with hesitation, she opens her mouth slightly. 

   I gently insert the thermometer and once it beeps I take it out. "Jirou! You have a fever! Why aren't you taking care of yourself!?"

   "I tried Momo! The only thing that can take away what I have is surgery!" She stops to catch some air, "And at the moment and every other moment, I can't freaking afford surgery!"

   My eyes widen at her. She's catching her breath again. "Jirou..." I start, but she interrupts by holding up a finger. Her eyes wide. 

   "Excuse me, Momo." She puts a hand to her throat and runs to her bathroom and shuts the door. I rush to the door and knock. 

   "Thank you for your concern, Momo. You can leave."  Okay I'm getting irritated with this.

   "Why Jirou??" I yell, "Why are you rejecting my help?" Jirou's practically gasping for air and in between breaths, she whispers barely audible, "Because Momo...if I give in... I won't be able to get back out..." She retches and before I open the door, somebody slams the door open. 

   "Get the hell outta here, Shitty Hair..." Bakugo says in a whisper.

   "Excuse me?" 

   A/N: Hello! Hope you liked this chapter and as we speak I have a rough draft of the next chapter all down! Hope you guys are staying safe and comfortable!!! Next one will hopefully be a little... longer. Anyway thank you for actually clicking on this story, it may not be as good as others, but it's something, right? Have a good rest of your evening or morning or just rest of your day, yeah that's better.