"I Miss You"

~Momo~

I keep a picture of Shoto under my pillow and I'm not sure if it's hurting or helping me.

I've become dangerously pitiful-looking lately. I kiss the picture.

That's right. Your girl is in need of some help.

"Momo!" I hear Mom (a.k.a. the She-Devil)'s voice louder than a swarm of bees. "Momo, it's un-ladylike of you to sleep in this late!"

She throws open my door (NO RESPECT) and I stuff the picture back under my pillow. 

"What's that necklace, Momo?"

"None of your f**king business," I mumble under my breath.

"Don't mutter, speak up! What is it?!!"

"Shoto gave it to me," I sigh. "On a very special date we had. Do you want all the specifics or can you go now?"

"You smart-ass child," Mom crosses her arms, "I will not tolerate that behavior. Also, you can give me that necklace. Imagine someone seeing it! What will that mean for your image?"

"Oh. My. God. Mom you have an ugly zit on your even uglier forehead. What will that mean for your image?" I didn't mean to say it, it just came out. I rush past her and run out of the room.

"You! You ungrateful child! Ungrateful! Despicable!"

I run right through the house and almost make it to the front door but Dad stops me. "Momo!" He grabs my shoulder and flings me onto the couch. I try to get up but Mom pins me there while Dad yells at me.

"What is wrong with you?! Imagine if someone saw you running down the street... and in that! We have to buy you some new sleepwear, this is disgraceful! How many times do I have to say it, your image and reputation are important, Momo!"

Then he strikes me across the face.

I wasn't prepared for that, I actually shriek. Once I hear my voice, I shut myself up.

"Are you done... now?" I ask as calmly as possible.

"Oh, no! The photoshoot's today!" Mom says.

"What kind of photoshoot?" I ask.

"We're just going to take a walk in public, to make an appearance. But believe me, pictures will be taken," Mom giggles.

F**k my life.

~Shoto~ 

I'm watching the video of Momo dancing at the arcade.

God, I miss her like crazy.

Father doesn't speak to me much anymore. Fuyumi does, though. A lot. She knows the whole story about Momo and me and she was really sympathetic.

I'm not sure I can exactly say that about Natsuo.

It's not that he was mean, but he was too matter-of-fact about it.

"Oh, so Momo's mom caught you two f**king in her room?"

"What?! NO!" I answered.

"So what were you doing?"

"None of your business..."

"Oh, so you were, or you weren't? This is confusing, help me out."

Anyway, he understands now too. The both of them have been extremely nice to me. Fuyumi's been offering me food, offering to do my chores, Natsuo's even let me have the remote a few days.

Honestly, it's not natural.

I'm happy for their support, but I still feel terrible. I miss Momo so damn much.

My phone buzzes and I pick it up.

AllMightFan_138765: Hey, Todoroki-kun, r u ok? U seem off in class l8leyItsbakugoyoumotherf**kers: When how I did get added to here?Todoroki.Shoto: Thanks for the overwhelming support, BakugoItsbakugoyoumotherf**kers: The fuck you talking about Icy-Hot bastard?AllMightFan_138765: U didn't hear, Kacchan? Yaoyorozu's parents forced Todoroki-kun to stop seeing her bc she has to protect her repItsbakugoyoumotherf**kers: What she caught you f**king or something?Todoroki.Shoto: Oh gosh.Itsbakugoyoumotherf**kers: So Im right thenTodoroki.Shoto: NO.Itsbakugoyoumotherf**kers: yeah right okAllMightFan_138765: Well anyway, Todoroki-kun, I hope you're doing alright.Itsbakugoyoumotherf**kers: Yeh whatever be gud Half n halfTodoroki.Shoto: Arigato, sayonaraItsbakugoyoumotherf**kers: Im f**king leaving this chat this

He never left.

~Momo~

I walk down the street, wearing a purple dress and a lavender umbrella to match. Mom and Dad are equally handsome clothes-wise.

I wave at any child I see, and though Mom and Dad jump for joy at this, I don't do it for them. I do it because I really do like kids. Mom and Dad never had any others, which honestly might be good, because if I did have another sister or brother, it'd hurt me more to see them suffering like I am.

I still miss Shoto, but I hide it.

"I love you," I whisper.

"Don't mutter, Momo. It's not a good look," Mom hisses, her mouth closed like a ventriloquist.

Sure enough, people start snapping pictures of me and my (shitty) parents.

I try hard not to be uncomfortable, but I can't help blushing as I hear people's cameras flash over and over. 

One man in particular has his phone at a strange angle, pointing at me, but not my face, if you get what I'm saying. I've always had a big chest, but it's not often I see people taking pictures...

Mom snarls at the man and yanks my hand toward another street. She is cursing under her breath and even though I hate her right now, I'm glad that she's protecting me, like a mother should.

"Uh-oh." Dad looks at his watch.

"Look me and your Dad have to go now to a meeting, but you'll get home safe. Right home, alright."

"Yes, Mother." I clasp my hands and keep my eyes to the street.

As they walk off to get a taxi, I start down the street for my home, but I see a familiar person walking down the sidewalk. He's got broad shoulders, multicolored hair, a hot bod--

It's Shoto!

~Shoto~

When the girl in the purple dress starts running towards me, I don't know what to do until I recognize her face, hair and physique.

"Momo!"

I run before I know what I'm doing. I run to her and my arms are around her almost instantaneously.

"Shoto," she breathes.

She doesn't have to say anything, I kiss her with no hesitation. I've missed her embrace, her voice.

I now realize just how much it hurt not to have her in my life.

We end up in a patch of forest off the road and I press Momo into a tree, stroking her smooth, black hair.

"I love you Shoto," she sobs.

"I love you, too."

We both know this won't last forever so we kiss and hug and touch with the time that we have.

I bite her ear, she kisses my neck. I kiss her lips, she runs her fingers through my hair. My hands slide to her hips as hers move to my chest. After a few moments she just pulls me to her in a hug and sobs.

She rubs my back and we both cry together because after this, it's back to what it has been. Misery. Lonliness.

Heartache.

I place my hand on her thigh and breathe in her scent.

I love her so much.

~Momo~

Normally, I'd cry after getting to see Shoto and coming back to the same lonely routine.

Well, I did.

But now I'm just happy that I got to see him again.

My phone buzzes and I pick it up. 

On InstaGram, there was a picture posted of me hugging Shoto as we were saying goodbye.

Holy sh--, I think.

I hope Mom and Dad don't see this.

--

The next day, Mom and Dad march into my room with angry faces.

"We told you," Mom fumes, "to go straight home! Not to make detours with your boy toy!"

My WHAT NOW?!

"What is this!" Dad shows me his phone.

Damn it they saw the picture, I think.

"You will keep disobeying us as long as you can, so we are going to fix it," Mom says.

Dad shows me his phone again. "Meet Tanaka Hideo."

"Your fiancé."