Little Itsuki ( A Bakumomo fanfic)

Chapter 9

Plastic people in silks and rich colors paraded around the ballroom, some dancing, some mingling and conversing. Momo hated it. She'd been brought up in this environment since she was very little and she still couldn't stand it. Always had she felt she just didn't fit in with this sort of crowd; with these sort of people.

She'd always fit in more with her classmates at UA, she felt. Sure, Momo always knew that she was the "rich kid" of the bunch. She, Todoroki, and Iida were sort of outlandish and not entirely relatable to the rest of their classmates. But she found a harmony with her friends and their shared ambitions in being great heroes.

These people however... they were ambitious, alright. Most of them were cutthroat and cruel, ready to betray anyone or do anything if it meant getting an advantage in a business deal or improving their company's standing in any way, shape, or form.

After several months, it was finally time for her parents' gala they'd exuberantly invited the two to attend during their first meeting with Katsuki.

It was at this event, this gala, that her parents felt it appropriate to test her relationship with Katsuki. Her mother's sixth sense must have let her in on the two of them not being quite as legit as Momo promised her, despite their monthly tea sessions to check up on the two of them. Thus, she began introducing her to possible suitors - though not as such - who had ties with powerful companies and agencies.

Momo knew what her mother was doing; she was setting it up so that they would still have a fall back plan for if - when - she and Katsuki "broke up". She was appalled with her mother's insinuations and wanted nothing more than to find Katsuki and go home.

Unfortunately, she found herself stood in front of just another snobby heir her age, tittering about how well his company's profits were doing that year and the successes they were sure to look forward to following. Never once asking about her. Only every speaking of himself. Not even bothering to ask her favorite color or favorite food. Not once asking if she believed in aliens.

She felt him before she saw him.

Katsuki's rage was rather... explosive, after all. She felt the heat of his anger as he stormed over to the two of them, expression fierce and determined.

The rather pitiful fellow Momo had found herself in the company of nearly soiled himself as her sparking fake suitor approached, hands literally lighting up in his haste to join them. Katsuki wrapped an arm around Momo's shoulders, oddly possessive, as he stared the heir down.

"The fuck do you think you're doing, standing here chatting up my girl?"

"Y-your girl?"

"Yeah. That's what I just said. Your ears just as clogged as your brain?"

The timid looking man gave Katsuki a rather disapproving glance. "I have to disagree... Lady Yaoyorozu heavily implied a possible marriage contract between myself and her daughter. She wouldn't do such a thing should Miss Momo had been in an established relationship, Mr...?"

"Mr. None of your goddamn business! You think Momo and I aren't dating? Huh?" This was bad. Momo could tell that Katsuki - despite their relationship indeed being fake - felt himself being challenged. And that was never a good thing. "I'll show you dating! You asshole!"