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MHA Time's Changed (East and Frogger)

"S-sorry." Matsuda said still recovering from the odd experience when she asked if he was going to stay behind her. He hadn't even really realized he had been walking slightly behind her, and yet the view it had ascribed to him, his eyes during that short walk had been stuck on the ladies backside. The rounded butt that Sora had, he hadn't even really been aware that he had been so focused on the girls legs and ass until she had mentioned that he was walking like he was her shadow or body guard. He stepped himself up, and came to walk beside her. But his eyes were now trying to avoid her.

Breakfast had apparently awoken a very different appetite one he hadn't been able to really pursue while he had been in juvenile detention, and one he could not even stat to to look up since his computer was monitored and tied to the schools network. No porn, just his imagination, and for some reason every image his imagination could conjure came with downy soft feathery wings, and two very soft golden eyes. He rubbed his eyes for a moment trying to shake those images from his head, even as he was standing next to the embodiment of them. If she hadn't wanted to be his friend, than she certainly would not want to hear about being his fantasy girl.

"It just felt kind of right." He had never really been equal to Sora, not really. Before he had been a prisoner, her family had been more important than his. With her father running the agency that his father had worked at. As children it had mattered little, nowadays he had to wonder what would happen. Hitomi was off reporting to Sora's father no doubt that the woman would tell the man Matsuda was back in his daughters life. At which point how would her father react? Would he even be around to see that reaction.

"Plus I didn't want to hit you with a stray breath or anything." He said making the excuse that he had been trying to aim away from her body. even if the truth was that his eyes and face had been directed almost implicitly towards her ass.

He was about to open his mouth more to say something, but it seemed the two of them had finally arrived at the classroom, and so they would have to take their seats, even if they were sitting almost directly next to one another.
 
“It just felt-?” Sora looked to him, only to find he is avoiding her eyes. Did she do something wrong? Did she… offend him somehow? It has been so long since they have last… spent any time together, it is difficult to tell if she has said the wrong thing or not. Sora thought of speaking up, however she did not know how to ask of the awkward tension that has suddenly found a way into their… conversation? No. Oh well. It is not as though she needs to define everything. Amber eyes falling away, Sora was thinking perhaps it is best if she keeps quiet when he spoke again, and yet… his explanation did not make any sense.

Apparently, he meant to say something as well, because it was then that their eyes met at long last… but it seems they have reached their destination. Sora tore her eyes away from him, but what is the point? Do they not sit right next to each other? It is not as though she can… pretend like he is anywhere else. No, wait. What happened to her seat-? It is… different. Sora lifted a wing, the silvery-white feathers hiding how flustered she is only a small bit. Has the teacher lost his mind?! A hint of pink rising to her otherwise pale features, she shuffled between her feet -talons, technically- and ever so slowly began to make her way towards… it. Hesitation had her looking about in the hopes that this is a cruel joke, but alas - it appears not.

Sora sank into her new seat, somewhat surprised to find it is easier to do so in this one than it was the previous. No one offered to give her an explanation as to why this came to be. Nor did she ask. A few threads of silver swaying to obscure her face from view, the young woman listened closely to the lesson, seeing as how she has no device to record the lecture, or the kind Hitomi to jot down notes. How she will pass the upcoming test, she has no idea. Sora could not help but look at her… potentially new friend every so often, though, being that she found the events of earlier quite strange.

“Hanakawa? Are you alright?” Taken by surprise, Sora blinked and focused on… Yaoyorozu Momo, if she remembers correctly, just to offer a polite smile. “Y-Yes, I am just fine,” she replied on the softest of laughs. “Thank you for your concern, though.”

Black eyes closed as a sheepish smile bloomed before her eyes. “No, you have no need to thank me. I just thought you looked pale is all.” Momo rolled back onto her heels, just to move to return to her seat diagonally from the two.
 
"Ah miss Hanakawa, Mr. Ito, how good of you to join us... twelve minutes late." The teacher at the end of the class room looked completely unimpressed with the two stragglers as they made their way to their desks. The teacher went on with his lesson for a bit, before ascribing some hand outs and personal work.

Matsuda noticed the new desk and was curious, but at the same time was more embarrassed that he had apparently dragged Sora behind in class. Apparently his watch was off by a bit, and the two of them really shouldn't have stopped for breakfast. However the two of them were still on light duty. If anything the thing he didn't like was the fact that he was hearing murmurings about the two of them. After the injuries and time they spent together Matsuda was sure that there would be rumors starting up about the two stragglers. He just hoped that the fellow students were mature enough not to go on and on about them.

The teacher walked to Sora's desk as he was going about giving out hand outs, but stopped for a moment. "You will notice Miss Hanakawa that your desk has been re-arranged. I spoke to the people down in the support class, and gave them a bit of a project." He said in reference to the desk. "Before you were in public school correct? Often in those schools they don't like to give out accommodations. They think everyone should be graded equally, it's the same reason why quirks aren't allowed in P.E. From this point forward Miss Hanakawa for your personal work you will not be allowed to use Hitomi as your scribe. I will allow you to use a recorder for lectures, but for all tests and home work, and lecture notes, I would like you to try writing with this." He placed a specially designed pen on the desk, which slanted and adjusted so that it would be easier for her to access. "Simply put you should have enough dexterity in your talons, that you should have mastered writting a long time ago using them. I have adjusted your course work so that you can get used too the new form of writing as I don't think you have ever used them in this way before, but for the rest of the year you will be forced to push yourself out of your comfort zone, and use your talons as your hands."

"It's all in the effort to go beyond what we expect of ourselves. You have my full confidence that with these adjustments you will be able to write your own work in the long run. I'm also having a copy of this desk sent to your room for out of classwork. I would have told you all of this before the class started, but it seems you're light duty has made you a touch tardy."

The teacher walked up to Ito and put a hand out on his desk as well. "I know you were injured as well, and I am aware of your... health issues, so I will allow your tardy behavior to slide today, but you are already on a thin line, see that you do not hang yourself with it."

Matsuda let out a verbal whine and wrapped his scarf tighter around his face for a moment to hide the blush. "Now today is day two, so you will be choosing a class president and vice president from among you." The teacher went on. "We will allow you some time to get more antiquated with each of your other members, and then you will choose your nominations."
 
Oh. Oh no. Please. No.

All throughout class, she is to be stuck in the horrible, humiliating situation where she has to use her talons-? Everyone is going to laugh-! Not only will she look foolish, it will be a mockery of the Hanakawa name. Already she can feel heat rising to her face, as if to… prove her thoughts true. As quickly as she can manage, she bowed her head out of shame.

Why did the teacher feel a need to do this-? Is it because of Hitomi? Did he find her presence… to be a distraction? Or annoying? It is difficult to say. His words are carefully spoken, not to mention kind and supportive… however, she could not help but feel frustrated at this turn of events. Sora refused to lift a talon to touch the pen specially designed for her. It was almost like… admitting defeat. Yes, she listened to the lecture, but she did not take notes. Must everyone make her decisions for her-? Father has high expectations of her, and demands she rise to the occasion… and yet, why the teacher? Did Father say something to him-?

No, not likely. Father always spoke in the past about how using her talons was undignified, how she is never to do so in public. Sora looked to the wings she was born with -cursed with, more like- and how the light rippled over snowy silver. Why was she born with wings instead of hands-? It would be a far easier thing to be dealt with. The Hanakawa name is a heavy burden, and it is nearly impossible to carry upon her shoulders without hands to steady the weight. Sora closed her eyes… her blank expression crumbling for but a moment, revealing the turmoil hiding underneath the facade. It is tempting to cry… however, there are several reasons why she cannot. It seems she is to endure this new torment… that is, until she can find some other way of handling the situation. Is there a way she can take her tests privately-? Without anyone else in the room? It would not hurt to try and ask, at least… Sora can feel the heat of tears burning at her eyes, thus quickly turned away so no one could notice. Taking a deep breath helped her calm down somewhat… but it was not enough. Why does this have to happen to her-?! It is just… horrifying, the idea she might have to write in front of everyone using her talons… then again, when is the last time she practiced? Two years ago? Three? No, it had to have been longer than that.

Wait. Are they to pick their class president? So soon? Sora fought against the impulse to scowl, and instead let out a delicate sigh and look elsewhere. It is not as though she can nominate anyone; this is only their second day, of course she has no idea who is best qualified for the position! The only people she knows in this class is Matsuda Ito and Yaoyorozu Momo, the first because of their shared history, the second because of coincidence.

A hand was raised, and… surprisingly enough, Yaoyorozu Momo was first to be nominated as president. Both hands lifted to wave, a pleased yet bashful smile spreading across the young woman’s face. “M-Me?” Momo replied on a soft laugh. “I-I don’t know what to say-!”
 
Matsuda was probably the only person who noticed the fact that Sora seemed closer to having some form of panic attack. He had been with her a long time, and even when they were kids she had mixed feelings about using her talons. She had back when they were kids, and it had never bothered them, but he remembered some incident where they had been drawing or something else that dumb kids do and she was pulled away by her father. Looking to the teacher he didn't really see anything on the teachers face. It made sense this school was all about pushing them to do more, and becoming hero's in their own right with the desk that Sora had now she could push herself to compete with the rest of the class on her own and remove the aid she had.

After all she couldn't rely on an aid her entire life. He was sure that Hitomi was a fine individual, but Matsuda still didn't like the woman. Due in part because she had told him off in the first few hours of their meeting. Matsuda however did not want to leave his potentially one and only friend hanging. He just didn't really know how to help her as she seemed to spiraling out further into sadness. Heck at one point she looked like she was going to cry.

As the class went about selecting a president the rest of the room erupted in conversation talking about the merits of each and every person in the class. Matsuda already knew he wouldn't be picked. He had seemed weak and lazy from the opening move so the class seemed to underestimate him. Not to mention the heavy loss from yesterdays exercise. He used the chance to move about unnoticed in the class, and put his notes onto Sora's desk. Giving her his only copy.

The page that he had pulled out of his book also had little drawings he had been working on while deciding which things were important to jot down and which weren't. One such drawing was a quick and tiny sketch of her that he had mindlessly drawn. It caught her essence well, as she was sitting next to him. though the drawing had added a few comical exaggerations. He had written under the drawing 'you can do et'. and a thumbs up with a heart.

The male rep was chosen shortly after he had handed the note over so he didn't have to linger long on that choice.

Vice president of the class Midoria Izuku, was practically tripping over himself. The guy was like the one person that had a quirk possibly worse than Matsuda's wind based quirk. For one every time he fired the thing he broke bones, Matsuda was left without the ability to breath for a bit but to actually compete with a quirk that turned ones bones to dust was kind of insane.

Midoria stood next to Momo and scratched his head for a moment blushing. "I mean... if you guys really think I'd be good." He looked to Momo, clearly the more composed of the two of them. He smiled to her. "You can depend on me... I hope."
 
Sora did not expect Matsuda to give her his one and only copy of today’s notes. It makes sense, though… being that his surgery is for later today, and it is not as though he will be here tomorrow… or the day after. He will need time to recover. It is… very sweet of him to go so far as to hand her his notes, however. Did he notice her struggling with-? Most likely. Matsuda knows her better than anyone. A small smile pulling at her lips, Sora glanced about before lifting one of her legs up… the talons gently grabbing the notes he had placed on her desk. It required a bit of maneuvering, and yet she managed to do it somehow. The tips of her ears burning hot, she tried to put them away discreetly in her bag without drawing attention onto herself. Later, she will copy them away from prying eyes and return the notes to their rightful owner.

How can she ever repay him? It is a generous gesture, one he should not have done. Sora has to do something-! Heat rising in order to paint pale features once again, she stole a glance at the young man she once considered to be a good friend… not entirely sure if that has ever changed. Yes, it has been many years since he disappeared from her life, never to be heard from again… however, upon making an unexpected appearance, he has been nothing but… supportive, even if they did have a rocky start.

A little drawing had been of her. A collection of little… scribbles had decorated the margins of his notes, and yet she had entered his mind at some point or another. Sora fidgeted in her seat, finding that her heart is… fluttering inside her chest now. Is there a reason behind it-? Maybe. It is not in her nature anymore to be… emotional, but to focus on what is required of her, of what is expected of her. It is just easier to lock away such distractions. Sora knows it best to… analyze data, to memorize equations, formulas… instead of anything that is of a social sort.

Yaoyorozu Momo looked to Midoriya Izuku with a tilt of her head and a sweet smile, raising a hand to place it on her cheek. “I’m sure you’ll do fine, Midoriya-san,” she reassured him. “You can depend on me, too. Let’s work together!” A few things were relayed to them as the new class representatives, about how they are to help the teachers and so forth, but it was not long until the whole matter was put behind them in favor of learning another lesson. Momo went to take her seat, tucking her skirt neatly underneath her.

It was not until the end of class, when everyone is filing out… that Sora chose to move, keeping her head bowed but her eyes on her target.

“Matsuda-san?” Their eyes met for but a heartbeat or two, golden-amber and ruby red… and then, Sora leaned in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “Thank you,” she whispered there. “I do… appreciate your generosity. Do you wish for me to walk you to the nurse’s office when it comes time for your-?” Being that he did not share this sensitive information with anyone else, she let her words trail off.

A small tilt of her head had pieces of silver swaying forward, many of which brushed against his arm and cheek. Sora offered him what could only be a bashful smile, her wing lingering on his arm for a moment before it began to retreat. “I-I… need to fetch my bag,” she realized too late, twisting to retrieve it off the side of her desk.
 
Matsuda blinked when he heard Sora's voice turning towards her in time to feel her lips press against his cheek. His eyes widened and he was in a sudden state of shock for a moment. He honestly hadn't expected the action to come from her, but the moment it did his heart was set on fire the rapid beating in his chest like a drum. When she went to grab her bag, he was practically red just from the contact. What was he supposed to do? He his brain went silent having abandoned him to the wild beat of drums that was his heart at the moment so loud in his years that he thought it would deafen him for the rest of the day.

The offer to come with him, for her to be one of the last things that held him at the end. Did she care? She had said her feelings very verbally towards him before. His eyes looked like they were going to go cross eyed for a moment before they closed, his face nine shades of red as he realized he hadn't been breathing. He had not taken a breath since she had kissed him, how many seconds had that been? a full minute? Was this what a panic attack felt like? He just had full contact with a woman, his first kiss, and that was apparently sending him into shock. The fabric of his scarf was not helping it was rubbing his nose, and with all the blood rushing to his face he felt his face twitch. "Ah."

And with that sharp intake it became unavoidable, the twitch was put into place, he was too nervous to stop it, knew better than to put his hand in front of it. He tried to strangle out a warning of some kind. His body had just set off a chain reaction deadly to those around him. "Ah."

"Achoo!" The burst of wind conjured by the sneeze was a akin to a heavy storm in all directions, desks, fabric, everything torn assunder by one powerful irrepressible reflex due to the S-tier uncontrolled quirk that fired it. The wind storm created by Matsuda passed in seconds leaving the classroom in complete disarray. Desks had been torn apart, thrown to either side of the room. His own desk nearest to the epicenter of the blast was now embedded into the wall and refused to dislodge it's self.

the fabric of the scarf, and in fact all that Matsuda had been wearing was gone, torn to sunders and obliterated like that of everyone else who was too late and stuck in the room. Rubbing his nose he felt wet, and came away with a small amount of blood, not from his throat but from his nose due more to the heavy blushing than the actual sneeze.

~~~
a few seconds earlier.

Midoria had smiled when Momo said that the two of them would be working together. In truth he was actually happy about that fact. It was a bit awkward that he got chosen, really he didn't think that he would be able to do much to help the class. But going over the duties he was always good at studying so he was pretty sure he could help carry them out. As long as he wasn't in the primary leadership role he was certain that he would be more at least adequate.

"ah"

Midoria turned and heard the breath, seeing where it was coming from and seeing the impending stance of what was about to happen. His mind did what it always did, analyzing the quirk and what could happen. Estimating the radius of the possible attack, the wind force. His eyes widened. the girl that was in front of Matsuda was already gone, un-saveable. He could break a leg if he did that using all for one he could get to her in time to push her out the window, but the glass was likely bullet proof, and he wasn't sure if their combined weight and force would break the window or pancake them.

No he had to admit to himself that not everyone could be saved. the majority of the students were already gone, the only one remaining was... Momo.

He charged towards her, he couldn't access all for one. He tried to get to her, to push her out of the classroom, to get her out of the blast range.

"Achoo!"

It was like a bomb had been set off behind him the complete pressure wave difference, as he pushed momo out of the room in time and was caught half way by the sudden wave of pressure and air was overwhelming, it threw him out into the hall. his body bouncing ragdoll against the woman he had been trying to get out of the room. his body thrown as it was landed atop Momo, his school uniform in tatters around him. "Are you okay?"
 
In an instant… everything changed. It was quiet. All the students were fixing to leave, and most had managed to make it out into the hallway before… he sneezed. Sora had begun to twist around to face him after retrieving her bag, and she caught but a glimpse of glowing red… that is, until a gust of wind had her flying back. Luckily she managed to go right over her desk, however… it hurt to hit the wall like she did, and of course she could not peel herself off, or make her escape. It was as if a powerful typhoon went off right in the middle of the classroom. Every desk was either torn apart or sent flying… and of course, fabric was just as easy to rip and tear.

Many of her feathers were stolen, too, spiraling about. Sora can hear her uniform ripping… but it was impossible to preserve her dignity under these circumstances. No, it was far too late for that. Much to her horror, his sneeze did not stop there, also destroying the white bra she had on underneath the crisp white shirt. Heat did not hesitate to rise to her face, either, to project her overwhelming embarrassment. Sora had on a pair of pale pink panties which, miraculously enough, was spared… so she did not have to worry about… hiding that part of her body. A few bands of wind were still whipping through the room by the time gravity decided to take over… sending her sliding down the wall and promptly disposing her onto the floor.

An awkward silence fell. Sora kept a wing pressed against her breasts, however she doubts it is doing a great deal of good in hiding anything. Her heart refused to calm down. In fact, it was beating against her rib cage so hard, it was liable to break free and flop onto the floor as well!

Tears burned at the corners of her eyes, threatening to spill. Sora is not so weak, though… so, instead, she chose to bask in the other emotion that which is most prominent inside her chest: fury. “I-I cannot believe you!” she cried out. “Why did you not give me any warning?! Did you want to strip me bare-?!” Sora delivered a deadly glare while struggling to rise up onto her feet… however, her knees could not support her weight just yet, leaving her stumbling into a nearby desk. A curse just about left her lips.

“I swear!” Tangled silver did nothing to hide her anger or her frustration… or her mortification, instead framing her beautiful flushed features as she struggled to compose herself in this situation she was forced into. A ray of sunlight fell in from behind, playing over silvery white feathers and down the sensual curve of her spine while she went to look for her bag. “I am never going to forgive you for this!” Sora huffed, bending down and, unintentionally, providing him with a view of her shapely ass. Picking up her bag only fueled her fury, though, because the moment she did... it unraveled in ribbons, as if the wind cut through it like knives. A frustrated growl left her, and she threw it back down with another glare thrown his way.

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All the oxygen was kicked out of her lungs as Midoriya Izuku charged towards her with no explanation whatsoever, pushing her out of the classroom right before… a storm went off? What the-? Momo had no time to ask questions, instead closing her eyes to prepare herself for the inevitable. Everything happened so fast, she couldn’t make anything to protect them from hitting the wall just opposite the door. It takes concentration to create, and how could she at a time like this-?!

“Ouch…”

The back of her head and shoulders aching, Momo dared to open her eyes once she heard Midoriya’s voice. First thing she noticed was his uniform in tatters, strips of white and blue hanging off him… and then she noticed the destruction right behind him. “I-I will be fine,” she replied, “but what about you?! Are you alright?” A leg slid up to push into the floor as she fought to sit up… however, her vision swam the moment she did so, making her groan and cover her eyes. “I think I hit my head…” Momo told him. “I will be fine, though. You need to be looked at after… whatever just happened. Did you get hurt at all?”

What Momo didn’t realize was that in their current position… her breasts are pressing into his chest, and their hips are nearly grinding, or that her skirt was riding high.
 
Matsuda was trying to recover when he heard Sora's voice yell at him, he opened his eyes, blinking but at the same time not really being able to see anything. His head was pounding feeling like his brain had just rebounded around inside of his skull. His heart was less pounding, and he was suddenly a lot colder than he remembered being. Unfortunately for him, his sneeze had not been fully contained by the scarf, which was gone as he could feel the air his face was exposed too. He could hear him yelling at him, and was still in a way trying to catch his breath his hand working on his face rubbing his eyes to try and get them to focus.

When everything did come into view, it was like a fantasy come true, even as she glared at him. Okay the glare was a lot less fantaful than he would have liked, and in fact she was now livid with him. He immediately turned his back towards her, his hands covering up his own personal shame, he moved towards the other side of the room, and activated the wall of costumes, quickly grabbing his spare scarf and using it as a sash to wrap around his very naked lower body. "I'm sorry! When I sneeze everything shuts down... I can't talk, I can barely move."

His body required a lot of air intake for something like a sneeze, the winds it produced took a lot out of him, and the recovery from it was immense. In rpg terms it's an attack that also damages him. She would hear his breath be slightly ragged, and if she was looking at his face, she would see the drips of crimson lining his mouth and nose, even some from his eyes as the pressure burst various blood vessels through his face. He was still half blind, the vision around him was blurry, and while he could see Sora if he looked towards her, her features were blurry. Seeing and enjoying were two very different things. He pulled Sora's costume from the wall, and tossed it towards her, if nothing else she could at least have some clothing to walk around in, minus the battle equipment.

"It hurt me as much as it hurt anyone else... I... did not want to do that." They had just started to make progress, she had just kissed him, and now because of a reflex he had very clearly hurt her. Why.... why did he always hurt the one person in this place that he actually cared about. He broke, he collapsed his legs not willing to support him as he slumped. His frame completely naked he sniffled for a moment, trying not to cry. "I hate my quirk!"

~~~

Midoria was oddly warm, despite the fact that his clothing was ripped in places, his shirt falling apart, his pants barely held together, moving as he got up, he felt his hand touch the soft skin of Momo's chest, or the fact that he was between her legs. He got up and bowed towards her, apologizing before she said that she hit her head. He looked himself over as he did. He noticed something he found odd as he tried to move his foot. His ankle wasn't broken, but it hurt a lot. Looking down at his leg and saw burns running up and down his legs.

Midoria winced at the pain, but honestly they weren't so bad. "I'm fine I can move, i've done worse to myself." He said lightly. If he had to guess the burns were superficial. They were probably caused by the rapid change in presure and the fact that he had been caught in the midst of the half way point between normal air, and the pressure burst. Where as Sora and he would have received no such wounds.

"I'm gonna need a new uniform though." He said slowly pickhing himself up, sure enough the pain was easy to ignore when it came to the difference between a few burns and snapping every bone in his body. He gently picked up Momo, supporting her head. as he did. "Sorry, your a bit taller than me, so it's awkward, but I'm gonna get you to the doctor's office is that okay?"
 
“Do you honestly believe you are the only one?!” Sora spat, unintentionally making her words laced with venom. “Do you think I like the fact I have to rely on others? That I have wings instead of hands?!” It is just humiliating, to say the least. “I cannot even change into my uniform without help! I had to have you assist me this morning!” Sora flushed red at the memory, but luckily he was not looking in her direction any longer. No, Matsuda had enough common decency to look the other way. It does not help a great deal, though… considering she has yet to pick her battle armor on. How is she to manage without Hitomi-?! Despair sank in the pit of her stomach. "I have never even been on a date," she confessed in a huff, unaware that she had spoken out loud.

“I know you did not want to do this,” she said on a sigh, struggling to use her talons, “but you could have given me some type of warning beforehand. I just… I do not know what to think. You do realize that you have just about destroyed our classroom.” Amber-golden eyes swept what remains of their classroom, taking in the damage he has dealt with only a sneeze. “I do not see many desks intact. I see cracks in the blackboard, too, which… may pose as a bit of a problem. I do not know what of the other students, but it appears that I am… the only one here.”

Most superheroes in training go for… elaborate, or the fanciful, but not she. Sora has few options to begin with, being that she has her wings to take into consideration, thus… she has but a plain white tank top and dark blue jeans to fight in. Perhaps it is… disgracing the name of heroes everywhere, however it is what she is most comfortable in. Upon taking a seat on top of an upturned desk, Sora gently used her talons to try and pull the shirt up and over her head. It was quite a struggle. It seems the fabric is not… able to withstand the sharp edge of her talons, so it tore here and there… however, it was still able to conceal her body, though only somewhat. Sora lifted her wings once the white shirt settled, just to sigh. It tore in quite a few places. Alas. It will appear that she will need to talk to someone of her uniform.

Once again she looked to him, but instead of feeling nothing… she could feel her heart fracture inside her chest, oddly enough. “Why do you cry?” Sora chose to ask him, her voice gentle. “I am not hurt. I do not think anyone else is, either. I apologize for speaking out of anger. I just... “ Sora shuffled, tempted to reach out and touch him, if only to comfort… however, will her talons hurt him? As they have others? “I am frustrated,” she decided at long last to share. “I am… not angry, per se, but I am frustrated… especially being that I will need you to put on my jeans. I doubt I can do so on my own.”

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Black eyes blinked as she lifted a hand to cradle the back of her head. Momo couldn’t help the soft laugh, or the amused little smile she sent his way. “No, you’re perfectly alright,” she told him. “I know it was an accident. Don’t apologize. I’m just happy everyone is alright.” Most of the students had left the classroom when the… tornado hit, that is… except for the one who caused the storm, and his… friend? Is that right? In any case, there are other matters to be concerned with. Momo closed an eye as she’s helped to her feet, pain echoing throughout her body at various points.

Oh. Her shoulders must have taken the force of the impact, followed by her head… her hips. No wonder it hurts to focus on anything. “N-No, I appreciate your help regardless,” Momo found the words to say, just to lift her head a bit and look through the doorway of their classroom. It was… in shambles inside. Momo groaned as pain made her head throb, closing her eyes again. “I believe the nurse’s office is down the hallway here.”
 
Matsuda blinked for a moment hearing her say that she had never been on a date before. He was rubbing his eyes, trying to make them stop after his complete break down. "But... You're beautiful." He said not sure why it had come out, but it had. He blinked hearing the words they felt right coming from him. He got to putting on some pants, and felt her talon gently press onto his back for a moment finding the touch to be so comforting in the moment and he turned towards her. He blinked trying to have dryer eyes. She wasn't completely angry at him after that, though she was right he had completely destroyed the room.

"This is U.A. Quirk accidents happen, the room will probably fix it's self or something." It was the most advanced school on earth, and catered to people with destructive quirks, it was very likely that this wasn't the first time that an entire classroom was destroyed by someones rogue quirk. He turned towards her, looking at her. He regarded her wings, her talons, her everything. He rubbed his eyes, which were slightly more crimson than usual red with tears.

"I sneeze when I'm nervous... and when I sneeze my body is completely paralyzed, I can't do anything while I'm in that state." He said softly, knowing that it didn't matter, he should have found some way to warn her despite his quirks complete hold over him.

"I love your quirk, your wings, are... beautiful. You can fly." He said softly if she was offering a power trade than he would probably take it up happily. He was sure about that. He moved getting on the under shirt from his costume, and picked up her jeans he moved to open them for her to step into. "And yes... I even like your talons."

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Delivering momo to the nurses office, he gently put her down onto a bed, and explained what happened. Midoria insisted that she be seen too first, Recovery girl kissed her forehead and cured her injuries using some of her energy, though it would feel like nothing due to her injuries being less sever than Midoria's constant broken bones. "I'm glad you are okay." He smiled at her.

For him, she treated his burns the way they would normally be treated just wrapping them up with some gauze and cooling liquids, they were minor so as long as they were protected they wouldn't get infected. "I think the two that started that storm just need to work out their differences. As much as I want to help everyone, their little drama spats are going to get really annoying if they can't work out their issues." He would never really recommend anything untuward, but even Midoria had limits when it came to his patience it's been like three days. "We should probably go back to the classroom, or get a teacher, with the room destroyed i think it's our job to make sure it gets fixed."
 
Beautiful? No, he is just flattering her. It is impossible for anyone to find her attractive. Father has difficulty looking at her, and she is his own daughter! Deciding it best to pretend as if she heard nothing, Sora latched onto the new subject as if it were a lifeline and she is drowning in the sea of awkward adolescence. “Yes, but I doubt anyone appreciates the destruction, Matsuda. I do not know if it costs them money to have the repairs done, or if the room can fix itself, per se… but I think it has to do with the effort behind it.” No, wait; is she making any sense? Perhaps. Perhaps not. Who is to say? On top of the desk still, she lifted her eyes in time to see his… regarding her, studying her with eyes more red than usual.

Is it just her, or… is it just the light, deceiving her to believe that there is some… emotion hiding in their depths? Sora could not handle looking any further, and instead chose to look out through the nearest window to the world beyond. It did not hide the fact she is blushing, or that the pink had begun to burn the tips of her ears. “Nervous?” Sora repeated in the softest of murmurs. “Do you mind telling me what had made you so nervous you… destroyed our classroom with a single sneeze?”

Matsuda had frozen right after she… kissed him on the cheek. It happened… right after. No. Could it be-? Sora fought against the impulse to shrink away as he approached, kneeling down to help her with her jeans. “You love… my Quirk? My wings?” she repeated, this time incredulously.

“You are biased,” she put it quite plainly, though of course she could not hope to hide her reaction to his words. “You are… someone who views me as a friend, who wishes to rekindle our friendship to that which it was before. You do not see me as others do.” A foot gingerly stepped into the jeans, one after the other, a wing reaching out to touch his shoulder and keep her steady. Sora pushed up off the desk next. “You… cannot say that a feathered freak is appealing to anyone.”

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“I’m happy you weren’t hurt worse,” Momo replied with a smile of her own. It could’ve been a lot worse. Momo waited until he was treated before rising up off the cot, relieved to find she can stand without swaying from dizziness. “I think it’s unfair to assume it was a spat,” she chided, a frown settling along her lips. “We don’t know what sort of conversation they were having, and since neither one of us know them well, I think it’s safe to say we should let them explain what happened.”

In any case, they do need to return to their classroom… or at least hunt down a teacher to inform them that repairs are needed. Momo brushed her hands over her skirt, not entirely surprised to find bits of paint and plaster falling free. “I think we need to inform our teacher,” she decided after a moment or two, “though I have no idea where he’ll be right now. Do we tell the Principal, then, or someone else?” Momo tapped a finger on her chin, lips pursing in thought. “I actually have no idea where anyone would be at this point in time…” she came to realize. “Do you, Recovery Girl?” Momo’s black eyes turned to the elderly woman.
 
The way she denied that she could be attractive hurt him, not only because it was Matsuda saying it but because she seemed to honestly believe that she was inferior to someone else just because her body wasn't the normal shape, and maybe he was biased, but he still looked at her. "Maybe not everyone can appreciate you." He said softly, but moved closer to her, as he buttoned up her jeans, did he dare to do something?

They were inches apart, and he could feel her wings warmly on his shoulder. He was going to have a surgery tonight at sundown. Past that morning breakfast he couldn't eat or drink anything, there was a chance that he wouldn't be here tomorrow, so was it fair for him to share these feelings now? and she was right he wanted their friendship. He wanted her, he was dabling in uncharted territories, and his arms slowly rose to her shoulders, touching her, and then pulling her closer for a hug. "But I can, and if no one else can see you for how beautiful you are, than they are blind."

He decided at this point it didn't matter. Rejection, death, none of it mattered. He stopped breathing trying not to use his quirk in such a close proximity, even when he had spoken it had been creating winds because he couldn't turn it off, enough to ruffle clothing and feathers. Pulling her into a hug, and then finally he pressed his lips to hers. Holding her tightly kissing her, his entire body trembled, and she would be able to feel the fact that in that moment he was completely vulnerable. Any and all protective walls were down he was too nervous to even move or breath, but there was no sneeze coming.

After he did that, one of his crimson eyes opened, and he looked at her worried that he was so far out of bounds that he was going to be attacked, or make things so much wrose. that said the air was also very still as he tried his best not to breath and it was starting to show.

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Recovery girl sighed. "They are probably in the teachers lounge at this point." She said regarding the two young spirits, as midoria got up and tested his feet. He felt a little embarrassed for a moment. Momo had just called him out, and he personally felt a little dirty he always tried to think the best of people, but maybe between his injuries or something else he had made the mistake of speaking negatively about someone else.

finding himself mobile Midoria nodded to Momo. "You're right sorry." He didn't normally talk down about another person. "We have to keep the best in mind for others, they are our classmates, they probably didn't mean to destroy the room. Matsuda's quirk is rather... limited in use kinda like mine. It seems to hurt him with each use." He said softly thinking about it. He pulled out his note book, and started to write and break down the power as the two of them walked.
 
“You can?” Sora replied on a soft, bemused laugh, all while disbelief sparkled in golden-amber. “I hate to tell you this, Matsuda, but you may need to get your eyes-” In the back of her mind… she had come to realize how close they were, how she still had her wings upon his shoulders, however… she did not think anything of it. Sora did not believe it to be anything out of the ordinary. Friends develop the habit of touching throughout the years. It is a sort of… skinship, or so she has been told. And yet… never did she think it would lead to a kiss.

At first she just froze. How could she not? It feels as if she is… struggling to put together the puzzle pieces, and none are fitting just right. Sora had to lean into him at one point, else make a fool of herself and… well, faint. Heat, slow and steady, began to make its way through her body, like lava flowing, only… it had her eyes closing and… actually returning the kiss. A tremor broke her free of her reverie, and… it was then she came to realize just how vulnerable he is. No, wait: is he… nervous? Matsuda has not moved an inch since he pulled her into this hug… nor has he breathed, it seems.

Their eyes met, reservation and what appears to be fear in crimson… whileas hers most likely reflects the confusion she herself feels. Once the realization of his actions truly struck, Sora blushed the same color as his eyes. And of course… her pathetic heart just had to flip over right then and there, making it difficult to breathe. As fast as lightning, she thrust her wings up to hide behind the silvery-white feathers, so he could not see how flustered she has become. “W-What were you thinking?! I know you were… trying to make a point, but s-s-stealing my first kiss is taking it a bit far!” Is it possible to die of embarrassment-?

If so, can he put her out of her misery already? Sora moved in order to lean back against the desk she had sat on top of earlier, though she did not dare look out at him through her feathers. Ooh, no! It is best she not do so, at least… not yet. What will he make of this? Will he laugh? Will he crack some sort of lame joke, to make light of this situation?

Has he come to regret it already?

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Momo’s scowl shifted into a small, understanding smile. “Let’s get going, then,” she encouraged. “I have no idea how much longer the teachers are going to be in one spot.” Her hands brushed over her skirt one last time before she turned her attention to the elderly nurse that healed their injuries. “Thank you, Nursery Girl.” Momo folded her hands in front and bowed, as is customary. “Hopefully we won’t need your services again anytime soon.”

A soft laugh following, Momo focused on her fellow class representative. “I know you’re sorry,” she told him, “but if you are truly sorry… you will apologize to Hanakawa-san and Matsuda-san, don’t you think?” Momo offered him yet another smile before opening the door, stepping out into the hallway beyond. “Are you coming?” she thought to ask, “or would you rather I take care of this myself? I suppose the situation calls for only one person, not two…”
 
Matsuda's face was starting to turn blue when she finally stepped away from him and accused him of taking her first kiss he turned away from her and held up a finger he caughed causing a burst of wind that was directed away from her, catching his breath. "Sorry, can't breath when i'm that close to another person." He said softly trying to catch his breath as he was huffing for a moment. He was appologizing for the stillness. "Each and every breath or word i speak causes some form of wind to blow out. Usually it's just reflective of a light breeze, but when your that close all it takes is some rogue deep breath and suddenly i've thrown you across the room without even thinking about it. Or if I breath out my nose suddenly i rip your shirt open or some dumb thing like that."

"Like I said I hate my quirk." He turned towards her. "It keeps me from getting close to people, that's part of the reason why I want this surgery. The ability to turn off a quirk so that I can be closer to another person without the fear of breaking them." he stepped closer to her. His hand brushed her wings for a moment. "It's the porcupine dilemma, the closer i want to be to someone the more my quirk runs the risk of genuinely hurting them. If i can do all of this with a sneeze, than any stray breath is a weapon of mass destruction."

"It was my first kiss too you know, and I didn't steal it... I gave you mine." He said softly maybe it wasn't the same thing because he was a boy, but at the same time his heart was racing just as fast as hers he looked to her, crimson eyes trying to see her golden ones, the blush still on his face. "No one but you deserved it more."

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When Momo asked if he was coming he got to his feet and started to walk with her. "yeah I'm going with you." While she was right that the situation only required one person to go, the truth was that he was more than happy to go along with her. Besides it was like she said. If he was sorry about the rude comment he had made he would apologize to the two of them, and since they had caused the destruction of the room the fastest way to track them down for such an apology would be to go with Momo to try and have the room fixed.

"While this does only call for one of us to go, it feels unfair to let you do all the work." Midoria said. "After all... we are a team in this right?"
 
How very strange that her feathers would be so sensitive to a brush of his fingers…

In fact, it had sent a shiver down her spine, though she had enough pride not to say as much… at least, not verbally. Sora is fighting to compose herself, because not only has the kiss made it to where her heart is about to beat right out of her chest, but his close proximity is making it hard to think straight. It is… so very confusing. “I-I… I understand,” she began with saying, being that his Quirk’s… peculiarities is the easiest subject to address. “I would rather not be thrown against the wall again… not so soon, that is.” A weak laugh left the young woman, awkward and breathless. Sora fully supports him having this surgery. It is a good idea to control his Quirk, because of situations such as… well, what happened earlier. He does not need to explain his reasons as to why he is getting this surgery, not at all.

“No,” she replied on a whisper, incredulous. How was that his first kiss-? No, wait. It had to be. It is not as though he could kiss anyone in juvenile detention… Sora blushed more darkly as the reality of this sank in, even more reluctant to lower her wings and expose herself to him. “I-I-I… I do not… I…” A shake of her head had silver rippling over her shoulders, light playing over the snowy white feathers of her wings. “You… told me just yesterday how I am… no longer the same girl I was when we were children. I was under the impression you did not like the person I have become.”

Ever so slowly, Sora let her wings fall… her golden-amber eyes finding his crimson pair without too much difficulty. “I just… I do not understand,” she confessed, her heart in her throat at this point in time. “I do not feel… as though I deserve your first kiss. I do not… I…” How else can she make herself clear? Sora swallowed, only to give into the temptation of closing her eyes… even if it accomplishes nothing. It was just difficult to meet his eyes, to try and… fabricate something to say. “I just… do not know what to think,” she continued on, despite her reluctance in doing so. “You tell me one thing, and then do another. How am I to react? How can I... “ At a loss for words, Sora thought it best to leave it at that… just for now, just until she can find something better to say. How is she to move on past this, however-? Does she pretend it never happened, or… what, exactly?

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A bright smile and a nod of her head was her first response. “Of course we are!” Momo told him without any hesitation whatsoever. “I just wanted to ask because I didn’t want to take up more of your time than I already have. I thought you might want to return to your room and relax for a while.” Momo began to lead the way down the long hallway, hands tucked neatly behind her back… this perspective giving a rather lovely view of her long legs. “It has been a very long day so far, hasn’t it?” she realized on a soft laugh.

“Tell me about yourself, Midoriya-san.” Momo’s black eyes glanced at him over her shoulder, just to offer yet another smile. “We are going to be working together from now on, after all. We might as well get to know each other.”
 
"Yesterday you threw me through a panel of glass without thinking." Matsuda leaned against a wall, looking to Sora as she tried to work through everything that had been dropped on her in the past fourty eight hours. A lot had changed since he had said that he didn't like the person she had become. "You aren't the little girl I knew a long time ago, you got colder, at least partly in response to what I did to you. If I hadn't vanished for six years who knows what our lives would be like. I loved you than, and those feelings never really went away for me."

He looked at her his red eyes blushing a little as he leaned against the wall. "If I'm flipping and flopping between love and hate it's because I'm kinda confused, hell I'm scared." He looked at her. "But I don't think you're the cold bitch you were trying to be yesterday, not really. You were angry at me, and I was angry at you." He pushed himself off of his wall, moving a little closer to her. "I don't think you are that small girl, but the person you are today... is still beautiful, still powerful, I see a lot of that girl I loved in you. When you aren't trying to be an ice queen i can even admire you."

"In less than six hours I have a coin flip to decide if I live or die, if I live I may not be able to talk for a few days as my thraot will be healing, if I'm dead I will never speak again, so I'm not going to hide my thoughts." He really had nothing to loose in that regard. "I admit yesterday I was harsh on you, but since then you have opened up. Maybe I moved too quickly, but my clock... doesn't have a lot of time on it. That's selfish I know. I got to state how I feel, and so I can wait to hear you feel, but... you know I can only wait so long."

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"I think that mostly just has to do with the hero course running long hours." Midoriya said softly. He regarded himself for a moment. He was used to waking up at the crack of done and running exercises till sundown. He had strained himself to build up a body that was starting to really show all the fruits of that hard labor. Not to mention the beach he had cleaned. So the days weren't feeling particularly long to him. "I'm kinda used to doing a lot of labor by now." He chuckled and tried to play it off like it was nothing.

When she asked him to talk about himself he looked at Momo for a moment realizing that she was one of the taller students in the class. He also noticed her calling him Midoriya no one ever called him that in his old school. It was always 'Deku' which had always been a bit demeaning in the long run. He glanced up towards her and smiled thankful for the use of his name. "I guess I mean... Well what should you want to know?"

"I used to study the quirks of others since I..." Midoriya paused for a moment he almost told her that he didn't have a quirk growing up, that would only raise a lot more questions. Thinking about what he could say he paused. "Since my quirk always hurt me growing up. Favorite food is Katsudon, and I guess you could say that my hobby is working out." He paused to think if he needed to list off anything else about himself. His latteral mind clearly overthinking the question. "Blood type O- which means I can be used as a universal donor..."
 
“Yes. Well.” It was in that moment she came to realize: she has no idea how to act, how to react, any of the above. How long has it been since she involved herself in matters of the heart-? It is just… easier to keep everyone at wing’s length, to close her heart off to anyone and everyone. In fact, she cannot remember the last time she let herself… feel anything. It is a little alarming. The tips of her ears burning still, Sora leaned back against the desk, unable to look at him but instead… intently at his feet. How does he expect her to meet his gaze when he has just confessed he loved her-?

No, correction: he’s confused about his feelings. Lovely. Matsuda had taken it upon himself to tear her walls down, to close in and deliver a devastating blow by giving her a kiss… and yet, he is not sure how he feels towards her. Sora can feel him move in a bit closer, and… of course, she could do nothing about her stomach flipping over. “An Ice Queen?” she huffed under her breath, pride stinging. “I… I just…” Her heart beating faster at this point in time, Sora had to swallow past the lump in her throat before going on. “You chose to… tell me of your feelings now. You are having surgery in less than six hours, and… I find that…”

It is just very… baffling. “How do you expect me to tell you my response?” Sora spoke at long last, unable to look him in the eye. “You said it yourself: it is a surgery that could end up killing you. I understand you had to get this off your chest, I do, however… what if I say something of my feelings, and you do not come back from this? What then?” Amber eyes finally found the courage to lift up from the floor, to focus on him. “I would be… heartbroken,” she confessed in a low whisper. “I do not know how I would be, so… I will give you my answer, but only after the surgery.” It will give him the determination to make it out of this alive, right?

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It certainly didn’t take long for this conversation to go in an odd direction! Momo couldn’t help but laugh, a hand lifting to press lightly against her lips. “Really? Is that right?” Study other Quirks? It’s not a bad idea. It helps one understand others, how they work, how best to tackle difficult situations. “I suppose you can say I study as a hobby,” she confessed on another laugh, just to offer a helpless shrug. “I like to play the piano, and I… work out on occasion, to build my body’s endurance and stamina.” It may sound strange, but it is what it is.

“Let me see, what else?” A fingertip touched her chin as her gaze went up to the ceiling in thought. “My blood type is A. My birthday is in September… and… I think that covers the basic information.” Momo flashed him a bright and warm smile, only to pause as they approached the Teacher’s Lounge. “I have to admit, I’m a little bit nervous.” A hand came up to play with a few strands of hair. “I don’t know how to tell our teacher that our classroom is in shambles…”

No matter what words one decides to use, it is an awkward subject to breech. Momo nibbled on her lip while lifting a fist to knock upon the door. “Excuse me? Sir?” she spoke up. “Are you there?” In a way, it feels as though she is walking up to the guillotine, knowing fully well her head is fixing to roll. Nervously she ran her hands over her skirt. “There is something I need to bring to your attention!”
 
"You're right, it's not really fair, the balance of power in this one is strictly in the palm of a man who has nothing left to loose." Matsuda said softly, his feet changing direction as he once again walked towards Sora, he passed her wings, his fingers lightly tracing along the soft feathers. He smiled as he did. He heard her, and he knew that if he didn't come back the damage to her heart may actually perminant this time it seemed so cruel to inflict her with such desires that he had.

Yet he stood so close to her a hairs breath away, his head having to turn away from her just so he could breath when his chest didn't feel like it was on fire, but even so his eyes never stopped looking to hers. "I know it's cruel." He rose a hand to his mouth to help filter his breathing. He was so close to her, his other hand like a magic trick wound up on her hip. "But I think you already know the answers Sora. You wouldn't have put up with me for so long if you didn't."

He pulled her body closer his hand touching the side of her face as he held her light body against him, He realized that he really could just lift her up if she wanted. She weighed like a bird. Possibly about the same as a duck... fitting for the witch who had cast a spell on his heart. "I think I can help you with your answer." He said pressing his mouth against hers capturing her in a second more passionate kiss.
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"We should work out together some time!" Midoriya got excited and had accidentally shouted his words. It kinda felt like he was asking her on a date, though it totally wasn't. Heck he had never even really talked to a girl over the phone so dating was far outside of the question, but the chance to hang out with a strong woman, and work out together seemed kinda fun. He looked to Momo, she was a good study too, actually she was one of the four students that got in via invitation along with Masuyo Todaroki, Matsuda, and the Hanakawa. She was in the big leagues.

Midoriya suddenly felt very outclassed. Though listening to her try and figure out how to break the news it was just one of those things in the long run. "Well I think that's one of those eggs where you just have to crack it right?" He said as they knocked on the door.

Opening the door was their teacher to the loungue was their teacher. "Um, Hi sir, there was a bit of an accident in our class, and it kinda got completely destroyed." He said relating to the teacher what had happened with Matsuda's sneeze. Their teacher sighed, going back inside to grab his bag, before going with them to the class.
 
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Once again, a shiver crept along her skin… the electric power crackling down the length of her spine before very long. How does he hold such sway over her-? Does he have an inkling of it? Is that the reason why he is doing this now? Sora had to bite her lip, or else release some sort of… embarrassing noise as he moved in closer still, his eyes locked on hers. “Yes,” she agreed on the softest of whispers, “it is. Incredibly so.” It is cruel to ask her for an answer to his confession. It is cruel when, less than six hours from now, he will be having surgery that could very well end it all.

At the look in his eyes, her heart decided to flip over inside her chest… just to cease beating a moment later. It did not last very long, however, because just as quickly… it began to beat, harder… faster… as if it was fighting to break free of her rib cage. Matsuda is close. Why is he so close?! Sora nearly jumped out of her skin when his hand found its way to her hip, holding on lightly, but even though she thought of protesting… she could not bring herself to do so. It was as if the words disintegrated before fully forming.

It was a heartbeat later that Matsuda pulled her in close… so close, their bodies fit together, like two puzzle pieces. Both arms lifted as though to ward him off, but it was too late. “W-What-?” Sora managed, right before he leaned in to capture her lips in another kiss, one more passionate than the last. It sent heat right through her, intense and all-consuming, not to mention it caused her knees to go weak. How can he do this to her-? It is silly to consider, but did he cast a spell on her at some point?

No, no, of course not. How could he have? Magic is not possible. And yet…

Sora had to hold onto him, else fall over as she… surrendered to this second kiss, one which demanded she provide him an answer. It was not at all forceful, just… persuasive. Yes. Very… very persuasive. In fact, if she did not know any better… she would swear she might be melting under the heat and passion threatening to devour her whole.

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“You think so?” It’d be nice to have someone to work out with, but… don’t most men find it a little intimidating, or… off-putting, when a girl works out alongside them? Momo decided to steal a glance over at him, however she was surprised to find him looking at her, too… as if… studying her? “Yes, you’re right,” she replied on a soft laugh, just to be taken by surprise once again as the door swung open, revealing their disgruntled teacher on the other side. Luckily Midoriya-san decided to take matters into his own hands and explain the problem at hand… though it seems he isn’t the least bit pleased to be informed that their classroom is destroyed.

It was… awkward, to say the least. Momo had no idea if they should continue their earlier conversation, or respect the presence of their teacher and wait. It was tempting to peek into the classrooms they passed, too, even if lessons are over for the day. “I… do not know the details, but it was Matsuda-san’s sneeze that wreaked havoc.”

Momo fidgeted, just to blink as they came upon a sight she never would have expected, not in a thousand years: Hanakawa-san and Matsuda-san… kissing? In an instant she herself blushed, though she could not help but drop her eyes in an attempt to… well, it is impossible to say. A hand did reach out behind her to gently stop Midoriya-san, just to shake her head. “I-I think… it’s about time we go,” she told him in a low whisper. “The teacher can handle things from here.”
 
Midoriya walked alongside Momo, he understood why some people found it to be intimidating, but the truth was he was pretty much always trying to work his body through some exercise or another, and it had been far more humiliating when All Might had been sitting on a fridge treating him like a sled dog as he cleaned that beach. Than it ever would be to work out beside a girl. In fact that invitation sounded rather fun. Walking towards the classroom with the teacher, he was stopped by Momo, a single glance in showed the other pair had indeed worked out their problems. His eyes glanced to the teacher for a moment.

The teacher adjusted his shades for a moment. Present Mic, had a lot of things to do today, and cleaning up after a pair of students really wasn't on the list of things that he wanted too do. He knew the circumstances and he more than anyone could respect the passion that young love brought out, watching the two of them make out was a cute sight, but one he also couldn't really allow to go on for very long.

Midoriya took the invitation to leave with Momo, as present mic inhaled much like Matsuda did when he was readying an attack.

Matsuda for his part was still very involved with the kiss, and didn't know what was going on just on the other side of the door until the loud piercing voice of the teaching staff echoed through the room.


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His hands clapped around his ears and he broke the kiss away from Sora, his ears pounding as he felt the vibrations rock the tiny classroom like an earth quake. He was sure there were other things being said but at the same time he couldn't understand them. It was like standing in a warzone and being shellshocked. If he had been ready, if he had known the attack was coming he could have countered.

"No Touchy In my Classy!"

Matsuda felt like his head was recoiling after that attack, he looked to Sora. trying to hear if she said anything, but the all compelling voice of the teacher was the only thing he could hear.

"Step outside! So I can clean this mess up."
 
It was sweet, this kiss, and yet… passion crackled just underneath the surface, as if… it was so overwhelming after being contained so long, it was bursting free at long last. In fact, it was taking her breath away. How can she… provide him an answer when he could very well die during this surgery? And why does he want an answer now? Why not after the surgery, when his future is certain? Sora knows not what to think, how to… react. It is almost as though… she is melting, just to be forged anew under the heat of his kiss, from the heat of his body pressed against hers. Is that even possible-? To be reborn, in a way?

No, of course not. It is… a whimsical idea, a ridiculous one. Her knees fixing to give out beneath her, Sora was just about to hold onto him tighter, when… a voice pierced not just her ears, but disrupted the frequency of her thoughts. It tore them apart, and without hands to cover her ears, she was left to the mercy of Professor Mic’s amplified voice. It was tempting to retaliate. As of late, she has developed a new ability where she lets out a sonic screech… however, it is not worth the consequences of going against a teacher. Matsuda just destroyed the classroom a little while ago, it is not wise to provoke him further.

Besides. Does she really want to lose her voice for the next few days-? Sora can feel the vibrations in the very marrow of her bones, influence the flow of blood within her veins. It was… disorientating, to the point of nauseating. If she were flying, it would knock her right out of the sky.

And… of course, her ears were assaulted to such a degree, it was impossible to hear much of anything.

Pain evident, written all over her face, Sora had to use her deduction skills in order to figure out just what, exactly, their teacher is going on about. It seems he wants them out. Makes sense. Not only is the classroom destroyed, but he comes back to find two students...

Sora blushed darkly as the realization sank in, the tips of her ears burning at this point in time. Oh. Oh no-! How did she… lose control like that?! Matsuda had asked her an important question, and though she refused to give him an answer to it right away… he sort of… plucked control from her. A talon reached out to pick up what remains of her backpack, and it was a sad sight to see it fall apart in ribbons… but with the hopes that maybe she can salvage something, she brought it along.

“Y-Yes, sir.” A dip of her head saved her the humiliation of meeting his eyes.

Momo lifted her hands high above her head, just to roll her shoulders as she attempted to leave the embarrassment behind. “I believe our job here is done,” she spoke at long last, relieved to be away from… everything.

“Oh! I doubt homework will take me very long, so if you’re interested, we can work out together tonight?” Momo threw out there as a suggestion.
 
There was a small pang of regret that ran through Matsuda. He had been able to cover his ears and buffer the attack while Sora had been left out to hang in a way. he had no way to really help her. He wanted too, bring her back under his arms to protect her, but at the same time could barely move at the moment due to the pressure of the words being used, and once the attack was over, the moment he had cultivated with those kisses was most definitely over. Stepping out into the hallway with Sora his hand gently rubbed her back as the two of them had to recover.

His ears were ringing and he himself felt a bit nauseous as the sound had knocked around his inner ear a bit disturbing his sense of balance. So he had to lean on Sora for support for a moment. He looked at her with a small smile, hoping that they wouldn't get into too much trouble with Present Mic, and the rest of the school for what he did. Present mic closed the door to the classroom, opening a panel next to the large door and pressing a button, there was a bit of a loud sound clattering around though due to shell shock for Matsuda it was still dwarfed. When the door re opened it was like someone had hit the reset button on the classroom interior.

The teacher looked at the two of them. Seeing that they were out of uniform and in their hero costumes he had a few questions, but could have figured out that the sneeze that had destroyed his classroom probably ripped apart their clothing and so they needed something to wear. "Go to your rooms, and get changed." He put his hand on his forehead really he couldn't exactly punish either of them for the actions. Young love was a thing after all.

"Just next time, don't make out in public. The school has a strict rules while in the main building. They are a touch more lax in your own rooms."

He left leaving Matsuda and Sora to their own devices for a moment. Matsuda looked at Sora more embarassed than anything else. He scratched the back of his neck for a moment not sure what more he could say about the moment the two of them had. It was definetely gone and destroyed for the moment. "I'm gonna take a shower." He said pointing back towards the dormitory though he was expecting Sora to walk with him.

~~~

"Uh, yes absolutely!" Midoriya nodded and gave a small bow at the idea of the two of them working out together later, it sounded rather fun, and there was a gym that they could use. Walking away from her, so that he could go and do his own studies he was suddenly looking forward to his new tasks as a student council member working along side momo.

Stepping into his room, he put his bag on the ground, and started to pull out the days paperwork, chewing his pen as he worked on it. His focus on the other hand kept drifting towards Momo, and the later meet up. He was actually going to go hang out with a girl. He had gone from having no skill with the opposite gender to actually being able to talk to one on the phone, and now this!

He couldn't really hide his excitement even if it was for something so mundane.
 
How humiliating! How could she allow herself to be caught in that sort of… situation?! It was difficult to meet Matsuda’s eyes, nor was it easy to face their teacher… especially after the assault of his voice upon their senses. A hand gently rubbed her back upon leaving the classroom… which only served to send a shiver down her spine, leaving her skin… tingling in a way that defies all definition. Sora had to swallow past the lump that has… suddenly found a place in her throat, and yet it did little to help with matters. How will she ever pick up the pieces of her dignity-?!

It was a great relief, though, to find she can hear again… however, being able to do so enabled her to be more embarrassed with the current state of things. In a heartbeat Sora blushed the darkest shade of red possible, and, finding it impossible to speak, her amber eyes dropped to the floor. Making out-? Them? No! No. It is just a misunderstanding. Matsuda meant to… change her mind, that is all. The kisses meant nothing. His confession… Sora still has no idea what to think of it. Did he not just find himself in her life again? This is happening so fast… Fidgeting nervously, Sora dipped her head in a nod, threads of silver falling forward to conceal her confusion. Both wings were folded in front.

Once they were left alone, she dared to look over his way… however, her bravery crumbled and, instead, she found herself looking elsewhere. It is just so… so... mortifying! Sora can feel the tips of her ears burning, and suffice to say, her heart is beating far too fast for her liking. “I… I think I shall do the same,” she spoke up at long last, twisting about to follow him down the hallway towards their rooms. It will be nice to have hot water beat down on her sore shoulders, to put this whole day behind her… even if it is only figuratively.

“What of your surgery? Do you plan to go after your shower?” Sora did promise she will walk him there, after all… and she is not one to break her promises.

It is just going to be awkward to walk him to his surgery after not one kiss, but two... not to mention having a teacher break them apart. A wing lifted to push at the handle of her door… just for realization to strike: how is she going to change out of her clothes? Matsuda had to help her with the jeans-! Hitomi is likely still reporting to Father, too… Sora’s smile froze, nerves plain as day upon her features and in those amber-gold eyes. How is she going to handle this-?! It is not as though she can ask Matsuda to help her again, not after everything that has just transpired-!

~~~

“I will see you later then, Midoriya-san.” Momo offered him a small smile before turning away. Homework is not going to take her very long. It is something she excels at, after all. It is necessary to understand the composition of anything she wishes to create using her Quirk… so anything outside of chemistry seems easy in comparison. A hand lifting to brush aside threads of hair, Momo disappeared into her room, taking a seat at her desk and pulling out the required textbooks and papers she will need.

An hour later, Momo found herself done. “I wonder if Midoriya-san has finished,” she spoke to no one, stealing a glance at the clock. “I suppose I can get changed and at least see… If he is still working on his homework, I can help.” Momo rose to retrieve her work-out clothes, working on the buttons of her white blouse while she is at it. After a minute or so, the blue skirt was discarded as well, thrown into the nearby dirty clothes hamper to be washed later.

UA High uniform replaced by a pair of black stretch pants and a red sports bra, Momo began to make her way over to the boys’ dormitories… looking at the name plates bolted beside the doors in search of Midoriya-san’s. It didn’t take long to find. A fist knocked, interrupting the quiet of sleeping or studying. “Midoriya-san?” she softly called out. “Are you there?”
 
Matsuda winced as Sora brought up the surgery, it was wasn't that he was unaware of the time closing in on him, but rather he didn't want to go. he sighed feeling the breeze change as he did. "Yeah, I guess I will be." He said softly, not wanting to admit that he was going to leave her. After that kiss that heavy impact of the two of them making out, it had been like a dream come true, and now well it would be cruel to do anything more. He could have had less than two hours to live, how did he choose to spend them?

That kiss meant the world to him. He mulled it over in silence as they approached their rooms. He went to his ready to open the door, and paused when she did. He saw her wing touch the door but her body and smile were frozen.

She couldn't take off her clothing. Her talons had special joints to them, she could probably manage her shirt but her pants were the same as when he had put them on her this morning. She was frozen probably running through the same realization he was. He smiled, his hand leaving the door as he turned towards Sora. Walking closer to her, his fingers brushing against her feathers, as he moved to her door handle, holding it for a moment.

"Would you like to take a shower with me?" His voice was soft, tempting, sweetly seductive. He opened the door to her room, stepping inside and inviting himself into her home. He gently, lifted and pulled up his shirt revealing smooth pale skin as he walked inside. He let his shirt drop on her bathroom floor, inviting himself in. His tight upper body muscles once again exposed towards her.

~~~

It was getting later in the afternoon, Midoriya put away his completed paperwork. He was always good at studying and working hard, and he let himself have a moments rest as he leaned back in his chair. His room decorated by a ton of all-might merchandise he had collected over the years. Posters, and action figures, a few of which were still mint in box. He was kind of proud of his collection.

When the door was knocked on, Izuku walked up to it, opening it wide for a moment, and seeing Momo in a sports bra. In a way her hero costume revealed more than her current outfit, the short skirt, and cross sectioned opened chest skirted the measured lines of what was considered legal for a hero's costume. Yet for some reason the fact that he could see more of her mid section, or that everything was so tight on her was way more impressive.

Compared to Momo, he was wearing a pair of black shorts, and a workout shirt, that had all-might's familiar colorization of red blue and yellow on it. He blushed as he scratched his head for a moment. "You... look great." He said softly, unsure why he had complemented her appearance in the first place. He walked out of his room closing it behind him.

"Shall we go to the campus gym?" He said taking the lead with her.
 
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