Making Peace

~Momo~

I've got some problems that you probably don't know about.

1. My father crashed in on me and my mom after abandoning us for a year

2. Two of my girlfriends have guys they like and won't admit it

3. Mom walked in on me and Shoto, she found out he was staying, and she's kicking him out

--

So, the last one occured a couple hours ago, actually. Shoto and I were having a reading session that quickly became a makeout session.

Shoto was lying back on my pillows, and I was between his legs resting on his chest. We were kissing and stroking each other's hair when Mom barged in (Damn me for forgetting to lock the door).

She dropped the laundry basket she was carrying and shrieked. Absolutely shrieked like a high-frequency noise.

Shoto and I didn't move from our position at first; there was too much shock. But after a couple seconds, we hastily broke apart and sat next to each other, stiff as boards.

"MOMO! MOMO! MOMO!" Mom sounded like she was on loop, saying my name a thousand times.

In my mind, I was screaming Mom! We were just kissing! And we were both fully clothed! It's not like there was anything juicy to see!!!

But here she was, staring at me like a convicted killer.

So, after Mom found out Shoto had been staying over the weekends, she banished him from my house and told me I was never allowed to see him again.

And now, we're back to the present.

"MOM! YOU CAN'T! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME AND SHOTO! I LOVE HIM AND I ALWAYS WILL!" I scream at her at the top of my lungs, not even paying attention to what I say.

"Oh, but I believe I can. I caught you necking and it's not just necking, it's sullying a whole reputation here."

"We weren't even doing anything that bad," I fire back. "And what reputation? I'm a rich kid who goes to hero school."

Shoto has been staring with wide eyes the whole argument. Mom purposely made him sit in the chair across from me.

"Your mother and I own large businesses," Dad finally speaks up. "That puts you in a place of fame, whether you like it or not. Now that I'm back, people are paying more attention to our family. Everything you do reflects the public eye's view of us. Do you want this to get out, Momo?"

I am so mad I could spit. Is having shitty fathers a trend that I did not know about?

Mom doesn't say anything to defend me. The first week of Dad being here, I swear her blood boiled. All that's gone when she says "Your father is right. This is not the type of thing you want to be out there. I can see the headlines now: Yaoyorozu's Daughter Secretly Keeps Boy In Her Room."

"Well, f**k them, I don't care."

"Language!" Both my parents yell at the same time.

"It seems a bit nosy of these papers," says Shoto. "Seems to me that they should mind their own business."

"And a smart aleck, at that," Mom sneers. "I've made up my mind. You can't see him anymore."

"In fact, we don't want you dating. When you come of age, we'll arrange a marriage for you, and that will be it. It's the only proper behavior of an heiress to a large business such as yourself," Dad says.

At that, tears fall. Shoto sees me crying and he glares. 

He jumps from his seat and walks over to me, wrapping me in a hug and, with no shame, locking lips with me in front of my disapproving parents. Again, shrieking. 

"Get out! Get out!" Mom yanks Shoto by the forearm and pulls him toward the door.

"I'm going to say goodbye!" I run outside onto the front porch.

--

Shoto and I stand on the porch, illuminated by the moonlight and with the wind softly rustling our hair and clothes.

A steady stream of tears escapes my eyes as I stare into Shoto's.

"She can't do this to us," I whisper.

He comes closer and hugs me, breathing in my scent and tugging at my hair.

He pulls away but not completely, still gripping my waist. His eyes glisten and I say, "Shoto? Are you crying?"

"I am?" He tries to play it off, but then gives in. "It was hard watching you being treated like that by your parents. And it's not good that they disapprove of us..."

With a shaky hand, he puts a strand of my hair behind my ear. "...And is it true that we can't see each other anymore?"

"Not if I can help it." I don't know where this confidence comes from. "We'll still see each other in class. But that... that will be it."

Shoto clutches me behind my head and kisses me with unusual intensity. I respond similarly, both of us knowing this may be the end of the double dates, normal dates, making dinners, and doing homework together (depending on how Aizawa feels about us meeting each other in our dorms).

I'm going to miss him. I love him so much.

We continue to exchange long and desperate kisses, gripping each other's clothes and crying. I release many more tears than Shoto does. I must look pitiful.

"I love you, Shoto"

"I love you, too, Momo." 

And then he walks off, leaving me on the porch choking on tears and hating my parents more than ever before.

~Shoto~

It's been a few weeks, almost a month. 

And life is hell.

It is an advantage to be sitting next to her in class, and we talk at lunch, but it ends there. Aizawa's not really budging when it comes to dorms, we can't go on any dates because her parents watch her like a hawk, and I've been jumping from Midoriya's to Bakugo's to Kirishima's houses because I still won't go back to mine.

Even though, recently, Father claims to have "changed". I don't buy his bullshit.

Midoriya's is definitely the best. The only reason I don't just stay there is because I know Mrs. Midoriya is not too keen on having me there every weekend. Mrs. Bakugo doesn't mind, but the constant verbal abuse from both her and her son gives me a headache. And Kirishima's house is decent as well, but I can tell his sister doesn't like me and it's not a good feeling to know you're unwanted.

Fuyumi calls me. I pick it up.

"Hello."

"What's up, Shoto?"

"I'm alright. You?"

"Well, things have been weird. That's why I called. Dad doesn't yell anymore. He doesn't do anything. Well, I mean, he still has the daily routines of a normal person, eating, showering, sleeping and that stuff, but he doesn't speak a word to anyone in between going out for hero work and coming back. I gave it a few days to see if he was going to explode again but he didn't. 

She takes a deep breath and hesitates.

"I think it's safe for you to come back."

~Momo~

Mom is not very happy about the cold shoulder I've been giving her and Dad. But I don't give a f**k. She's making it hard for Shoto and me and I hate her for it. 

And Dad... why did he even bother coming back? In the year that he was gone, Mom and I became closer. But the minute he showed up, he and Mom united to make my life a living hell. I hate him for that.

And with each passing day, I miss Shoto. Especially on the weekends, when I can't see him at all.

What's worse, we have to go shopping today to buy me a dress for the photoshoot we have to do to "show" Dad's come back.

"Momo, chop chop. We need to be on time," Mom claps.

I roll my eyes, not caring if she sees me or not, and I start to walk even slower.

"I don't know who made you such a brat, young lady." Mom snatches my wrist and literally PULLS me to the door!

"Here she is," Mom says. The minute we're outside, Mom makes it seem like she wasn't just about to break my arm with her grip.

--

I want to pick out a dress as soon as possible and get the hell out of here. But no. I'm surrounded by security guards because apparently I'm famous now.

I wasn't famous when it was just me walking through here or me and Kyoka walking through here or me and Shoto.

But Dad's here and suddenly I'm the hottest thing. 

Sure enough, once we get outside of the mall, a news crew shows up. I'm startled; this hasn't happened in a while.

"Yaoyorozu-san! Yaoyorozu-san!" Is all I hear for the next fifteen minutes.

Until someone says, "Yaoyorozu Momo!" And I look up.

"Y-yes...?"

"How do you feel now that your family is all back together again?"

I fight the impulse to smirk. I could say something really terrible-but-true and ruin it for both my parents so they could see how it feels. But I look into my mother's pleading eyes and my sensitivity becomes me.

"It sure has been interesting," I say. "I figure I'm still adjusting."

Mom didn't like that answer either, I can see it in her strained smile. But I don't care. I could have said a lot worse.

~Shoto~

I step up to the front door and ring the doorbell.

Fuyumi throws the door open within two seconds. She hugs me tightly and says "I've missed you so much little bro!"

We walk inside to see Dad reading a newspaper. Reading a newspaper. Never seen him do that before.

"Shoto," he says.

"Father."

"Is this your girlfriend?"

He motions for me to come over and points to a picture in the newspaper. Sure enough, it's Momo and her parents. Momo looks like a mix of shock and uncomfort.

Poor Momo.

They really have taken it all from her, haven't they?

"Yes, she is."

"Mm."

And then he leaves me alone. No backhands, no yelling, no nothing. I eye him suspiciously as I walk to my room.

I drop all my things off in my bedroom and walk to the bathroom. I undress, take a shower, brush my teeth, put on my pajamas and then I sit on my bed, looking at the moon and holding the necklace I got at the arcade.

"I miss you."

~Momo~

I look at the moon, clutching my necklace that Shoto gave me.

"I miss you."