New School, New Country, New Life. (Momo x Reader)

"They know."

8

Momo rests her head on your shoulder as the car moves slowly forwards, having been stuck in a small traffic jam due to some minor villain activity. She looks up at you, "Y/N?" She asks.

"Yeah, babe?"

She blushes deeply and looks towards where the driver is sat. "Shhhh... not so loud." She mumbles.

You speak more quietly this time. "Sorry, yeah babe?"

"That's better." She smiles.

"What did you want?"

"Oh, nothing."

You stare blankly at her and sigh. "Okay then, Momo."

Just then, the driver speaks up. "If I may interrupt." He pauses, allowing you both to protest the interrupt, but neither of you say a thing. "Miss. Momo, your parents wish to speak with Master. Y/N." Her face drains of colour.

"Oh god they know." She mutters, panicking.

You hear her muttering and are somewhat confused. "Know what?" You question. "Why are you panicking."

"Us!" She exclaims. "They know about us."

"Oh... so I'm meeting your parents."

"As my first boyfriend." Momo adds.

"Wait I'm your first?" You're surprised.

She looks at you. "I mean, obviously."

You shake your head. "No it isn't! You're fucking amazing! How am I the first?"

She blushes at your compliment but starts to scold you. "Don't be using that language around my parents." She warns.

"Yeah, yeah. I'll just swear in English."

"They're fluent in English."

"Merde."

"And French."

"Bollocks."

"I already told you-"

"YES I KNOW!"

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You and Momo sit on a sofa, on opposite sides, with Momo's parents sitting together on a sofa opposite; her father giving you a stern look while her mother a pleasant smile, overall they're quite calm. Momo's mother looks almost exactly like Momo, though more mature and with different eye colour, she seemed to have inherited her eye colour from her father, a man with greying hair and a moustache making him look extremely official.

You and Momo aren't as calm as the two before you. You're bricking it while Momo looks down with a permanent blush.

"So." Her father begins, his deep voice menacing yet soothing. "I've heard from my workers that you would pursue a relationship with our daughter."

"Yes, sir." You answer respectfully, hoping to get a good first impression.

"Now, my dear daughter." He addresses Momo. "You attempted to hide this relationship from us?"

Momo says nothing, giving a slight nod and still not making eye contact with her parents.

Her mother laughs slightly. "He called you babe and kissed you on live TV broadcast all over the country and you thought we wouldn't notice?"

Even her father seems to find the humour in what was said, chuckling.

"Oh yeah. I did didn't I?" You give a short laugh. "My bad."