uno - todomomo

x 04 ~ soulless dick || momo

"Oooh! Momo's got a boyfriend!" The group of six girls had made themselves comfortable in Momo's warmly lit dorm room. Camie was very absorbed in braiding Momo's soft black hair (the honey-eyed girl had fallen in love with its perpetual silkiness) while Jirou had her head in Momo's lap and Ochako had flopped on Momo's soft bed almost immediately, exhausted from running between classes. Meanwhile, Kendo had her legs splayed out across Ochako's while her upper half laid upside down off the bed, and Mina was busy interrogating Momo. 

"He's not a boyfriend...we're not even friends. It's really strange," Momo had been trying to explain the exact nature of her and the mystery man's relationship for the past half hour and failing miserably at the task. Mina, a girl who was easily able to sort out her relationships between friendships, romantic relationships, and others, was not quite getting what Momo was saying. "I don't even know who he is..." She said more to herself than Mina. 

But the pink-haired girl perked up at this. "Does he go here?" She asked as she watched Camie scrap the braid idea and go for something much more intricate. The film major (or something Mina wasn't quite sure about) also happened to minor in cosmetology so she was always trying to find people who were willing to let her experiment on them. 

"I mean, I assume so otherwise, he wouldn't even be on the campus so late, right?" Momo pondered this for a moment, wondering if by chance he wasn't actually from the university. But then where was he from and why was he sneaking into the girl's dorms for food? Was he homeless perhaps? But he was always too well presented to be living without running water... Mina interrupted her thoughts. 

"Well, then what does he look like? I know everyone," The pink-haired girl boasted proudly, holding her head high. Ochako just rolled her eyes because she knew just the extent to which Mins knew "everyone." 

"Trust me, she does. We had to say high to like fifteen people just on our way to lunch yesterday. By the time we got there it was closed," She shot Mina a look and the pink girl just half cringed with an apologetic smile gracing her lips. Momo laughed slightly, her cheeks turning a happy rosy color with her friend's antics.

"Well, he had two different colored eyes and his hair is-"

"Red and white?" Mina's golden eyes had widened considerably and she looked like she was about to explode from excitement as Momo nodded unsurely. The rest of the girls turned their heads to the utterly clueless and adorably innocent raven-haired girl. "Momo, that's Shouto Todoroki." 

Yeah, that didn't mean anything to Momo who just looked at Mina confusedly. The thing is that Momo, outside of her immediate circle of friends, didn't know practically anyone at her large university. So, of course, she had no idea what she was in for. 

"Momo, do you not pay attention to our football team?" Momo shook her head in frank honesty. She was completely oblivious when it came to any kind of sport and she certainly didn't watch it. In her spare time, she studied even though her spare time generally happened after she finished studying but that didn't matter. "He's our linebacker. Resident pretty boy, has every girl throwing themselves at him, somehow has perfect grades, basically perfect except that he's a soulless dick?"

Now that she thought about it, she was sure that she had heard his name somewhere before, but she had completely ignored all things sports, parties, fraternities, sororities, and basically anything that wasn't schoolwork or her friends. She just didn't feel the need to get out that much. 

"Trust me Momo, Mina's right, I know from experience because THIS LITTLE BITCH made me hang out with him," Jirou was fuming when she pushed herself up off of Momo's lap and showed her a surprisingly well-taken picture of her ex-boyfriend Kaminari with a girl's arm wrapped around his waist. She had long blonde hair and her outfit was definitely made to show off a little too much, but that wasn't even what bothered Jirou. "We've been broken up for a fucking week!" She almost screamed. 

"Just forget about that douche, Jirou," Mina shook her head. Normally, she would be getting ready to punch that asshat in the face but it was almost ten-thirty and she didn't feel like spending the rest of the night in a jail cell, so she settled for consoling her friend instead. "Whenever he learns what he gave up, it's gonna be too late and then he can wallow in his own fuck-ups because you're a queen and you don't need him."

Mina always made matters of the heart sound so simple and easy to deal with, but that was just because she was the resident love guru and had been through it all before. Douchebag boyfriends, bitchy girlfriends, and so she figured she could put her life experience to good use and her friends were exponentially grateful for her willingness and openness about her past experiences. 

"No, he's not. He's always the one that leaves a scar. I'm the one that's replaceable," She frowned at the picture and the girls could sense the self-doubt etching itself onto her features and Camie made quick work of the photo by grabbing Jirou's phone despite her protests. The hazel-haired girl returned the phone not a few seconds later with a satisfied smile that set Jirou on edge wondering just what exactly she did. "What did you do?" 

"I like, unfollowed him for you because seeing his face is making you like, so not chill," Jirou raised a sarcastic eyebrow at her honey-eyed friend, but she figured it was probably for the best anyway. She didn't need him popping up all over her for you page all the damn time. 

"Thanks," She gave Camie the smallest smile imaginable, still wrapped in her own thoughts as the conversation shifted back to Momo's romantic troubles, which was not something Momo had particularly been hoping for. Especially because they couldn't even be considered romantic yet. They weren't even friends yet so there was no way there was a romantic connection developing. 

"Of course, boo," Camie blew her friend a kiss from her puffed lips. She was always far more affectionate than most of the other girls other than Ochako and Mina. Momo, Jirou, and Kendo tended to keep to themselves, but Momo didn't mind hugs and was gernerally very accepting of physical affection from her friends. Jirou was on the opposite end of the spectrum and just rolled her eyes. 

The rest of the time was spent on Momo recounting every detail of her and Todoroki's minimal encounters, not to Momo's enjoyment, I might add. But at the end of the day, she knew her friends were just trying to help, so she didn't say anything about it and instead endured the interrogation. Plus, it wouldn't hurt to know about the mystery man who kept finding her late at night. 

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a/n ~ thanks for reading. sorry, this was such a chick flick chapter but I wanted to actually explore how people viewed todoroki as well as other characters.

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