uno - todomomo

x 26 ~ what if || momo

"I'm giving you The Talk, Momo," The sound of something sizzling in a pan filled Momo's ears and she was pretty sure that Mina was about to burn something down. Whether she would admit to it or not, the pink-haired girl was about as sucky a cook as they come and had managed to burn down her kitchen twice within the past four months. She was lucky her parents were filthy rich and kept paying for the damages.

She didn't know how the conversation had even drifted over to Todoroki in the first place but the minute his name had slipped from Momo's lips, Mina was bombarding her with everything from romantic advice to threats against him if he hurt her, most of which didn't even apply becuase they weren't even close to dating.

"Mina, I've had sex before. I know where everything goes if that's what you're worried about," Momo leaned against the brick wall of the coffee shop, her phone to her ear as a slight summer breeze tickled her bare shoulders. Mina laughed on the other end, her bright giggle crackling through the speaker of the phone.

"Momo, this isn't a "parts" talk. This is an "if you have sex with him-"Momo was cutting off that line of thought before it even started becuase one, Todoroki already had plenty of girls to sleep with that weren't her and he was unlikely to add her to the list anytime soon (not that she'd want to be one of his one-night-stand girls). And two, if they did ever harbor a relationship, she wouldn't immediately try to get in his pants.

"We're not going to do anything, Mina. He doesn't even like me," She held back the slight sadness that she felt tinging her voice because she didn't want Mina to think that she was one of those pathetic girls pining for him. Like yeah, Mina knew she liked the dual-haired boy, but if she knew just how large of a percentage of Momo's thoughts he took up, she would give him the "you're setting feminists back years" talk and she didn't need that right now.

"How do you know that?" Mina asked, stressing her point further before quickly swearing as Momo was pretty sure she had just burned herself on a pan. But she remedied Momo's worries by muttering a quick, "I'm okay."

"Becuase! I just...I just do," Momo whined into the phone, knowing that her friend wouldn't give up her pursuit of Momo's confession that they were in some sort of relationship. Mina was still convinced they were secretly dating, but she had agreed to play along with Momo's (truthful) statement that they were, in fact, not.

"Well, do you like him?" She asked, the matchmaker side of her showing its colors as Momo heard chopping. That couldn't be a good sign.

"Obviously, Mina! I lov-" She stopped herself before the words left her mouth, suddenly realizing what she was about to admit as she quickly cupped a hand over her mouth. Fuck. She was about to admit it, to say it out loud before she had even had the internal back and forth about whether or not the words she was about to say were true She couldn't- What the- Why- Did she? Her eyes widened and in that moment she was exponentially thankful for the distance between her and Mina. "Yes, I like him-"

"Wait wait no, that's not what you said. You said the L-word. You said it I heard you don't lie to me Momo Yaoyorozu-"

"I didn't say it! That's not what I said!" Momo's words were on autopilot because her mind had suddenly been pulled to something far more important than Mina freaking about her almost saying...it. He could never know about this. He could NEVER know about this.

"You adorable fucking liar!" Mina screamed into the phone and Momo could practically hear the enormous grin that was plastered on her pink friend's face. Mina was the kind of person who ate up all sorts of drama, she lived on it, but what she loved even more than gossip was setting her friends up with people who would (hopefully) make them happy. Mina was shameless about wanting the best for her friends which is why everyone loved her.

"Mina, I've gotta go now," Momo hastily mumbled, still trying to process what she had almost just said as her friend freaked out in the background and probably forgot about whatever was cooking on the stove. But she couldn't be bothered to think about the fact that her friend was probably going to get scolded by her parents for setting her kitchen on fire again because her heart beating in her chest was drowning out everything else.

"Woah, woah hey, you are not getting out of this that easy! Momo Yaoyorozu, do not hang up on me. We are going to talk about this. You can't hide from me Yaomomo! I'm dead serious don't hang up-"

"Bye, Mina," She hung up the phone hastily and blew out a deep breath into the silence of the night as she leaned back on the wall for support.

Fuck, she loved him. What was wrong with her?! Dear God why couldn't she just make things less complicated for herself? Why was everything like this with her? She was happy, she was devastated, she was laughing, she was sobbing, she was in love, she was heartbroken. Why was it always extremes with her? Why couldn't good enough just be good enough? They were good enough and she was going to mess them up by fucking falling in love with him?

They were friends. Close friends. They could talk about literally anything that came to their minds. They were lighthearted and easy and they were simple. They were joking and smiling and soft and sweet and she was going to ruin it all because she got attached too easily. It was always the same story with her.

And the worst part was that he could never love her like that because there wasn't anything about her worth loving, her parents had made that obvious enough. Momo had never considered herself beautiful and she was a total introvert who poured herself into her studies and didn't go to parties and she only had like, five friends! She wasn't like those girls who were stunning and strong and able to talk to anyone. She was scarred and she had emotional wounds that ran deep enough to drive anyone away and that was before you even got into her self-esteem issues.

She sank down against the coffee shop wall, holding in her panic and letting it eat away at her chest and consume the air in her lungs as she let her eyes flutter closed.

Oh god, what if she was confusing her feelings? What if he rejected her? What if this was one of those one-sided things that would only end in pain? What if she was never good enough for him and what if she was hopelessly in love with someone and setting her heart up to get broken? What would she do then? What could she do if that happened? Life wasn't a romantic comedy where the two people always ended up together. What if it was just too real to work?

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a/n ~ thanks for reading!

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