the roommate contract - todomomo

thirty-four \\ "damn, you're fucked, sho"

Watching movies with her roommates was always an experience for Momo because there were barely ever any times where they all managed to watch it in peace. They'd tried Armageddon, but apparently, Momo and Denki were crying too loud when Ben Afleck was singing Leaving on a Jet Plane, and then Izuku started crying because they were crying and then Shouto got annoyed and called them weak- It was a whole-ass mess.

And god forbid they try to watch romance movies because Shouto would start calling out every minorly unrealistic plot detail (Love Actually was a bitch) and every time two people kissed he would get up and walk around awkwardly. Like, okay, so he could sit through Game of Thrones but this made him uncomfortable?

And that was before you reached horror or assassin movies or really anything gory or scary in any way. Denki would scream so loud the neighbors once called the police on them and Izuku got so terrified while watching Scream that he actually sprained Momo's index finger one time. 

So yeah, watching movies with her roommates wasn't exactly ideal for the raven-haired girl, but after her not-so-deal conversation with Yosetsu and the date coming up in a couple of days that she was anxious about, she really wanted to watch The Princess Bride. The only problem was that her roommates were always home in the evenings which happened to be the same time she was home, and they wouldn't leave her alone. 

So, she figured, why not let them join? They hadn't attempted it in quite a while, and maybe it would go a little better this time since it was a culmination of a romance-comedy and an action-adventure film. And truthfully, it was actually going really good...

Until they reached the actual start of the plotline and it just turned into rolling sarcastic commentary from Shouto who kept momentarily breaking to mutter an "ow" or "bitch" whenever Denki would kick him for talking with the movie as background noise. Now, Momo considered herself a patient person, but Shouto's inability to deal with romance was starting to get on her nerves. Like, yes, they are kissing. No, it's not pointless gross. What are you, an eleven-year-old boy?

But the worst part was at the end of the movie when the famous kiss scene arrived. And dear fucking god, Momo was in for it. Okay, so she cried at romance because she had an overabundance of emotions hidden away in that model body of hers. But did that mean she deserved to be tormented by her roommate for it? No. And the problem with that was that Shouto didn't seem to feel the same way as her about that particular subject. 

In fact, making fun of her for crying at things he deemed stupid seemed to be one of his favorite hobbies in life. He enjoyed nothing more than torturing her endlessly for crying at The Notebook, or Crazy Rich Asians, or Definitely Maybe, or Crazy Stupid Love, or The Lakehouse or really any of the five billion romance movies she'd forced him to watch. It was like she enjoyed being sad...if she even was sad. He really couldn't tell. Like, why was she crying when Nick proposed to Rachel? Why? They were happy for fuck's sake. 

"You're such a baby," Momo glared at Shouto as Denki finished off the rapunzel-like braid he'd been working on the entire movie. I mean, yes, the flowers were fake plastic ones that he'd bought from Michael's, but they looked pretty enough against her shimmering raven waves, especially when they were entwined perfectly in the creases of a braid. 

Of course, Shouto tried not to pay attention to this fact because it would drive him crazy and the thought of her looking like a fucking angel bathed in the blue glow of the TV with flowers in her hair would be stuck in his brain for days. In fact, he had made every attempt not to spend time around her because it would only lead to more heartache that he would just repeatedly bottle up until eventually he screamed it at her from a rooftop or he died a lonely old man who threw old new papers at children if they stepped on his lawn.