Stopwatch (Momo x Male Reader) (Fluff)

Chapter 24 - Room Service

*3rd Person POV*

"Huh?!" Half of the boys said, confused and worried.

Momo stays silent, but raises her eyebrows from behind the cup that she has raised to her face, sipping her high-quality tea, as if she was expecting this.

Midoriya looks the most worried, currently screaming in protest as Mina and the other girls book their way to his room.

"Nonononononono! Wait!" He screams as he waves his arms about.

Everyone collectively enters his room, or at least peeks around the door, and they see All Might. Lots of All Might.

Nendodroids, action figures, sculptures and figurines. Bedsheets, curtains costumes and containers. Frames, posters, articles and clothing. He truly has it all.

"Wow! It's an otaku's room!" Uraraka says, to which the greenete blushes. They were both waiting for the other to ask. The question doesn't need to be said

'Ask me... please ask me!' They both thought, although unaware that the other was thinking the same thing.

They'd both been close at certain points, but they had always scurried off at the last minute, terrified of rejection, and yet the little voice in the back of their heads, edging them on to confess was always there.

After the bright colours of Midoriya's room, the group moved onto the dark and brooding atmosphere of Tokayami's. He was not pleased for anyone to be there. It took two people to simply move him from in front of the door, and the visit inside was short lived.

"This is foolish. Get out." Is all that he said to the others students.

Everyone shuffled away and moved onto the next room, home to Aoyama. The walls were lined with gold plated mirrors and there was a suit of armour in the corner.

The french boy stood in the middle, laughing and spreading his arms widely, looking slightly above everyone's heads and through the doorframe.

Y/N pivoted his head to see what he was looking at, but came to the conclusion that he was just staring at the wall of the corridor.

There was a disco ball hanging as a light on the ceiling and the room's resident was half sentence, although most of the other people were leaving.

"It's exactly like I thought it would be." Hagakure comments as she leaves the room.

"The last person on the second floor is..." Uraraka begins but doesn't finish, looking at the small purple blob at the bottom of the door.

A girl would shudder to imagine what could be behind that door.

'Can he even reach the door handle?' Uraraka ponders.

Mashirao Ojiro is the next, and he has a- well- a very normal room. It has absolutely nothing unique about it. Which I guess is unique in itself.

Iida isnproud of his room, standing to attention as the students file in. The walls had bookshelves and he had about 2m x 2m area dedicated to only spare glasses.

"As expected of the Iida!" People chime together.

"Why are there so many glasses!?" Uraraka laughs upon looking at the wall.

"I expecut them to be broken during intense training!" Iida replies mechanically, before people move onto the next room, Kaminari's.

"So gaudy!" Mina exclaims as she enters the room.

"It's like you used anything you could get your hands on, Denki."

Mina and Hagakure's heads turn on their necks like owls, locking into the hearing hero like a heat-seeking missiles.