uno - todomomo

x 17 ~ thats a nice shirt || momo

Momo's heart clenched painfully in her chest as she walked into the restaurant that felt way too fancy for a first date. It wasn't like she and Awase had some special kind of connection or anything. This was the place that you took your significant other on Valentine's day, or for an anniversary. Not a first date with the girl you cheated on in high school. But, nevertheless, she walked down the aisle, searching for the familiar face that brought back so many unpleasant memories.

She didn't even know why she had come. She didn't know why she had bothered slipping into a slender black dress, or why she had put the effort into braiding her hair. Maybe she wanted to feel pretty for once, even if it was just for one night with a scumbag who didn't deserve her care. Well, either way, she was here now and there was no backing out once she saw Awase sitting at a two-person table, two glasses of red wine between him and an empty chair.

She almost turned around before he suddenly (unfortunately) spotted her and turned to wave. She drew in a deep breath, plastering on her best fake smile before making her way through the velvet carpeted aisles to the table where he sat. Tonight was going to be awful, but as she had been taught, she was going to sit and bear it with a pretty smile on her face.

Awase had changed since she last saw him, appearance-wise at least. He was taller and more muscular with broader shoulders and a sharper jawline now that he had shirked some of that pesky baby fat he had around his cheeks. Sure, he was an attractive(ish) man if you were ignoring his personality, but Momo couldn't help but think that he wasn't half as beautiful as Todoroki. Why she was comparing her date to her late-night Uno buddy was beyond her, but it was happening.

"Hey, beautiful," Momo cringed inwardly but kept a perfect smile on the outside as she sat down gracefully in the chair across from him, resting her purse in her lap. She would normally put it on the table, but she wanted it ready for a quick escape out the bathroom window if need be.

"Hello, Awase," She said stiffly, just the name conjuring to mind the awful memories he had stuck her with so many years ago. He probably didn't even remember what he did to her. Or if he did, he didn't much care as was obvious by his relaxed posture and douchey smile. She swallowed roughly, reminding herself to keep her composure intact.

"I'm surprised you came," Me too, was her only thought. Furthermore, she was quickly regretting her decision as he handed her a glass of red wine (which she hated, by the way. Momo only drank white wine of hard liquor and there was little in between) and explained to her that he had already ordered the wine for them considering he had done this "ha, way too many times." Humblebrag, classic Awase.

"Uh yes, about...this," Momo was itching with a certain question. "Why did you call me here? Certainly, it isn't because you just wanted to catch up," Momo set down the glass of wine politely, not wanting to sound rude about it. He had invited her to a fancy restaurant which she assumed he was paying for because he was that guy. E.G the guy who only paid for women becuase of his deeply ingrained misogynistic tendencies.

"What do you mean?"

"I mean, are we going to talk about what happened?" Momo asked, doing her best to filter out the irritation that rose to the top of her tongue despite her best efforts to stop it. Why else would he have brought her here if not to apologize? He didn't actually want to...try and have a relationship with her, right? Becuase that would be...

"About what?" Momo's anger was being suppressed as she clenched and unclenched her hands into fists underneath the table to prevent herself from outbursting in the middle of a public place. He was really starting to test her patience and that was hard to do considering Momo had the patience of a saint.

"You know what I'm talking about." She said as calmly as she could muster despite the fact that she was quickly losing control of the situation. And she nearly lost it entirely when his face broke into an easy smile. It burned her that she had once found that smile charming. Now all she saw was a douchebag who thought he was better than everyone else.

"Oh, that? You're still mad about that? It's all in the past sweetheart," He leaned back in his chair, putting his arms behind his head and smiling a wry smile that made Momo want to vomit. God, what the hell was she even doing here. She knew it was a bad idea to chase closure and yet she had done it anyway knowing full well that he wouldn't give it to her if he had the chance. That's just how Awase was.

"Excuse me?" Was all she could think to say as her once gentle expression morphed into that of disgust and something bordering on contempt. She wasn't trying to raise her voice because Momo was generally a very soft-spoken person, but she must have because people around them were starting to stare. What really inflamed her rage, though, was the fact that he only seemed to get invested in the conversation when people starting shooting him judgemental looks.

"Look, you're being too sensitive about this-" He started at a tone that ws barely above a whisper, as though he was she was a wild beast and he was trying to keep her tame. She almost blew up on the spot as he spoke to her like an angry child throwing a temper tantrum. He didn't give a damn about what he'd done to her. Because now that she evened out proportions wise and had kicked that frustratingly persistent case of acne, she could be the trophy girlfriend he had always desired.

"I'm leaving." Were her only words as she stood up from her seat, thanking herself for keeping her purse tucked neatly in her lap. Without it, she would have to stay and gather her things. And that would be awkward as hell.

"Woah, woah, hey...so, no second date?" His attempt at humor made her stomach churn uncomfortably and her lips press together in a thin, angry line that actually kind of scared him as she glared down at the sitting man. Her eyes traveled between her still untouched wine glass and his incredibly jelled up hair and pristine white dress shirt that she was sure he had spent hours on.

"That's a nice shirt," She commented suddenly, causing him to give her a wary half-smile in return. He opened his mouth (probably to make a douchebag comment about how it was designer or some shit) but he was cut off by her swiftly grabbing her glass of wine and pouring it slowly over his head. The red liquid dripped down onto his shirt, staining it (hopefully permenantly) and caused his hair to become a misshapen lump on his head. "I hope you have good detergent." Was all she said as she exited the high-class restarant with grace.

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