the roommate contract - todomomo

four \\ "we're going to talk about samantha"

"I knew it! You cheating bastard! You're nothing but a womanizer who uses girls for their body you stupid man-whore!"

That was what Momo woke up too on this particular morning abuot a week after the contract had gone up. She had been so excited too. Things were finally going well...or at least better. Momo hadn't been forced to watch in abject horror as Denki downed half a gallon of whole milk and completely ignore the mustance he had gotten from it. And though Shouto was still as much of a slut as he usually was, he had found more respectable hours at which to take girls home. E.g, any time between six and ten-thirty instead of his usual one a.m.

But, this felt like a major set back. She had Saturdays and Fridays all to herself, and she had been planning to use this one to catch up on some sleep, but Samantha had other plans.

"Samantha wait!" Shouto's voice could be heard from across the hall as he followed the girl to where their front door was. The sound of feet stomping on hardwood echoed throughout the apartment that housed only her, Shouto, and apparently, Samantha.

"Why should I wait for you, you...you pig!?" She screamed at him. He wasn't phased in the slightest as he had been called much worse, but he wanted to clear one thing up becuase if there was soemthing Shouto Todoroki was not, it was a cheater. Yes, he would pick up any pretty girl in a bar without even knowing her name first, but he didn't cheat.

"Becuase..." He sighed as if he were about to say something venereble and honest, except the only thing that came out of his mouth, was, "She gave me her number, I never technically said we were dating," Yup, that earned him the slamming of a door that made the whole apartment shake with Samantha's fury and elicited a shrug of "called it" from Shouto. He was used to girls storming out the next morning. Sure, he was hot, charming, and all around a ladies man, but god, did he suck at relationships.

Unfortunately for Momo, both Denki and Izuku were out with a girl named Ochako from Izuku's bio class and her friends. Momo didn't know them but they sounded nice enough. On nay normal morning she would've appreciated the peace and quiet. However on this particular morning, it meant that she was going to have to deal with the fallout with Samantha all by herself. Usually, this meant ignoring what had just transpired before her eyes in favor of slurping on her coffee like a caffeine sucking leech. But today, as Momo exited her room, yawning and running her delicate fingers through her silky, slightly disheveled hair, she had a different plan.

"We're gonna talk about Samantha," She said through the sleep weighing heavy in her voice as she made her way to the kitchen, still dressed in her pajama shorts and a tank top. They clung to her body tightly and if she noticed the way Shouto's eyes studied her movement like it was the most beautiful thing in the world, she pretended not to. The way her hips swayed and her fingers played with her hair behind her back was utterly alluring in the truest sense and he had to admit that he had a rather hard time pulling his eyes away, even as she turned around and almost caught him.

"No, we're not," he managed to choke out in response to her as she poured herself a cup of hot coffee and sat down at the kitchen island. God, why did everything have to happen in the morning? It was torture. Couldn't all the important stuff just happen when she was actually awake? Say, twelve a.m to three?

"Yes, we are. We're going to talk about Samantha becuase this isn't about Samantha," Momo said roughly, nodding her head toward a spot next to her as she sipped the bitter-sweet life-support from the fat penguin mug in her hands. It had officially become her mug since the one time Denki (the original purchaser of the mug) tried to use it, he was met with some convincing-ass puppy dog eyes and those pouty lips of hers.

"God, what kind of witch are you," Shouto groaned, suddenly feeling the fatigue in his muscular body as he flopped down into the metal bar stool next to her. He let his head drop to the table with a thunk that must've hurt at least a little bit, and scrubbed a calloused hand over his tried face. He hadn't realized just how little sleep he'd been getting until he actually had to wake up.

"The kind that drinks coffee and minors in psychology," She answered softly, blowing gently on her steaming coffee as she waited for it to get to a state where it wouldn't singe her tastebuds and render them useless.

"Oh god, I forgot you were a psych student," He groaned again like a child as he turned his head to face her in a way that squished his cheek up against the cold steel of the kitchen island and caused his hair to fall over his heterochromatic eyes. She just looked at him with a raised, questioning eyebrow and he responded with, "Look, I don't need a shrink to tell me that I'm fucked up. I already got the whole 'You use sex as a way to subconsciously rebel against your parents' speech, or something like that, from my therapist when I was...what? Seventeen? And then again when I was-"

"No, I was just going to say that you should be more careful about who you sleep with. The problem that you had with that girl, very loudly, I might add, had nothing to do with her. The problem was that you slept with her friend. Don't do that," Momo said with an tone that was almost sweet but held the slightest hint of bitterness, as if she had personal experience with him picking up one of her friends before. "There are lots of beautiful girls in the world, Shouto, you don't need to choose from a limited pool that all know each other."

"Why are we having this chat?" He brushed his hair away from his eyes and blinked at her friendly, as if he were looking directly at the sun. He was genuinely confused. Why did she care who he chose to take home?

"Because that's the fourth girl in two weeks to claim that you slept with one of her friends and I'm getting tired of dealing with the fall out," She said on a sigh, leaning her cheek on the heel of her palm as her eyes traveled lazily to him. "You always get so mopey after you get dumped-"

"Hey, now. It's not getting dumped because we're not dating, we're having casual sex and never seeing each other again. I don't get dumped," He stressed, suddenly very interested in this conversation now that she had insulted his fragile sense of masculinity.

"Okay, so you're not getting 'dumped' per se. But, as much as I hate to admit it, you're sometimes fun to be around when you're not hungry or angry or being a dick, which, now that I think about it, isn't all that often... But that's beside the point. My point is that you're my roommate so I care about you," She gave him a soft, genuine smile that expressed a casual sense of friendship that Shouto wasn't really used to.

The guys were never so mushy with him. Even sensitive little Izuku was painfully awkward when it came to deep, emotional conversations. But Momo was so strangely adept at it and somehow managed to make expressing emotions seem like such an easy thing. Shouto and Denki couldn't have this conversation if their lives depended on it. Both of them would choke to death in their own words before they got anywhere useful.

"Um, thank you...for that...but I'm seriously fine. They're just random chicks I find at bars...It's not like we have some special connection," He shook his head, not exactly sure how to respond to Momo's statement. Man, having a girl roommate really was weird. What if she expected him to start saying sentimental shit like that too?

"Yeah...maybe, but you're still a human being and nobody is completely immune to emotions, even if you are a heartless monster," She joked, nudging his elbow with hers. He shivered slightly but attributed it to the early morning chill that hung over the apartment that had spotty temperature control at best.

"I think you'd be surprised at just how much of a heartless monster I can be," He only half-joked, tapping her on the nose quickly before quickly getting out of his chair and swinging the fridge door open. He examined the rather meager food items in their fridge. There was a jar of pickles that he was pretty sure had been in there since the last tenants lived there, the mayonnaise that had sparked a month long argument, and a box of cereal that made Shouto wonder who was dense enough to put cereal in the refrigerator. Denki. It was Denki. He didn't have to spend too much time wondering. "On another note, we have fridge cereal."

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