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A few moments later, Momo pulled back.
And they stared at each other.
Akira's brain, which had gone completely blank the moment her lips touched his, was slowly rebooting.
Momo's face was flushed, but she wasn't panicking this time. She was smiling. A small, satisfied, slightly dangerous smile that said she knew exactly what she had just done and had zero regrets.
She cleared her throat.
"So," she said, her voice only slightly shaky. "What are we now? What do we do next?"
Akira's shocked expression finally softened. His composure returned.
He took her hand.
He lifted it to his lips and kissed it.
"Well," he said. "You're my girlfriend."
Momo smiled at the gesture. "Guess I am."
"As for what to do now?" Akira said, still holding her hand. "You and I have never dated anyone. So let's figure it out together."
Just then, his phone rang.
He pulled it out.
MOM
He turned around slowly and looked at Nia, who was sitting on the sidewalk a few feet away. The cat was looking in the opposite direction with too much focus, studying a tree, and acting as if she had definitely not just made a phone call.
"You little snitch."
Nia didn't turn around.
Momo laughed. "Pick up, Akira."
He sighed and answered.
"We'll talk about it later. Bye, Mom."
On the other end: "WAIT, YOU BRAT!! DON'T YOU DARE CUT TH-"
He hung up.
He walked over to Nia and picked her up by the scruff, holding her at eye level.
"Aren't you being a little naughty?"
"Hehe," Nia laughed, not even trying to deny it.
Then her expression shifted. Her yellow eyes went wide as she looked past Akira at Momo.
"Can I call Momo 'Mommy' now?" she asked. "I always wanted a mommy!"
Akira froze.
He looked at Nia. Then turned to look at Momo.
Before he could say anything, Momo had already crossed the distance. She pulled Nia out of Akira's hands and hugged her against her chest.
"I would love that, Nia," Momo said softly, pressing her cheek against the cat's fur.
Nia purred happily.
Akira stood there, watching the two of them. His girlfriend and his daughter.
Then he walked over to Momo and said, "We're already late for class."
Momo's eyes widened. "Oh my god."
Akira laughed. "Relax. We're already late anyway. Doesn't matter if we're a little more late. The max is two or three minutes. So chill."
He held out his hand.
She smiled and took it. Their fingers intertwined. (My bad readers. Should have add a R-18 tag😔)
They both smiled at each other. Nia, who had jumped back onto Akira's shoulder, sat down comfortably and looked at the two hands locked together below her.
Well, she thought, it did say it would take fifteen chapters, but it took twenty. But it doesn't matter. Now I have a Mommy too. Nyahahahahaha.
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Class 1-A was noisy as always.
Kaminari leaned back in his chair, arms behind his head, and looked at Kirishima and Jiro.
"Man, I'm surprised they're making such a big deal out of USJ."
Kirishima nodded. "I know, right?"
Jiro, who was twirling her earphone jack around her finger, shook her head.
"The place that produces heroes was attacked by villains," she explained. "It's the perfect headline for the news. 'U.A. Breached.' 'Students in Danger.' 'Symbol of Peace's School Under Attack.' The media lives for this stuff."
Sero, who was sitting sideways in his chair, whistled. "Damn. Imagine if Akira wasn't there. We would've been cooked."
Just then, Iida marched to the front of the class. He adjusted his glasses, straightened his posture, and raised his hand.
"EVERYONE! Aizawa-sensei appears to be running a bit late! As your Class Representative, I must insist that we settle down and prepare for-"
"You're not the boss," Sato said flatly.
Iida took physical damage.
He staggered, as he clutched his chest. Then retreated to his desk and sat down slowly.
"I... I see," he muttered, his spirit visibly leaving his body.
Sato blinked. "What's wrong with him?"
Ochaco laughed. "You know how he gets about not being the president."
"It's not president," Kaminari corrected. "It's Boss."
Mina, who was sitting cross-legged on top of her desk, tilted her head. "It's been almost a week. Why are you all still calling him Boss?"
Sato shrugged. "I don't know. We started calling him that, and it just stuck."
Kirishima agreed. "Yup. It just fits.."
SLIDE
The classroom door opened.
Akira and Momo walked in.
The class looked up.
Half of them froze because Akira was wearing normal school clothes for the second day in a row, without his pipe, looking like an actual student instead of a time-travelling samurai.
The other half froze because Akira and Momo were holding hands.
The silence lasted exactly two seconds.
Mina grabbed Toru's invisible arm. "You're seeing what I'm seeing?"
"Yeah," Toru whispered back.
Mina's eyes were glowing. Her grin spread across her face like a virus.
Akira, sensing the danger, let go of Momo's hand and looked at the class.
"Where's sensei?"
"Could you move?"
The voice came from directly behind him. Tierd as always.
Akira stepped aside.
Aizawa walked past him into the classroom. He looked the same as always — eye bags and the general aura of a man who survived on coffee.
"Wow," Akira said. "You got late too."
Aizawa nodded. "Work."
He walked to the front of the class and set his things down. The class erupted.
"Are you alright, Aizawa-sensei?!"
"We were worried!"
"I'm fine," Aizawa said, cutting them off.
The class settled. Aizawa looked across the room. His eyes landed on Akira, who had taken his seat.
"Shuzenji."
Akira looked at him.
"What you did was wrong. And I hope you understand that."
Akira didn't say anything. He just stared back. No defiance. No apology.
Aizawa stared back. The two of them held eye contact for a long moment. The class just observed.
Then Aizawa sighed.
"Do whatever you want. I warned you."
He turned and walked to the podium. Then he stopped.
"By the way," he added, without turning around. "Thanks for your help. Akira and Nia. No matter what the authorities say, at the end of the day, you two saved this class."
Nia, perched on Akira's desk, puffed out her chest. "No problemo!!"
Akira gave a small nod.
The class looked between Aizawa and Akira. For a teacher who was known for expelling students without a second thought, that was the closest thing to a compliment they'd ever heard him give.
Aizawa turned back to the class and cleared his throat.
"Now. We have another fight coming up."
The class went still.
"What??"
"Another one?!"
"The U.A. Sports Festival is coming up."
Silence.
One second. Two seconds.
Then the class exploded.
"YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
Kirishima pumped his fist. "FINALLY! Some normal sh-"
"Shut up," Kaminari said, slapping his arm before he could finish. "Don't jinx it."
Kirishima closed his mouth.
Jiro raised her hand. "Sensei, we were just attacked by villains. Is it safe to hold the festival?"
Aizawa looked at her and answered. "That's exactly why it's important to hold it. The people and the villains need to know that U.A. is not shaken. If we cancel, we send a message of weakness. If we proceed, we send a message of strength. The administration has already decided."
Momo leaned toward Akira. "That's an interesting approach," she whispered.
Akira nodded.
Aizawa continued.
"As you all might already know, the U.A. Sports Festival is the Olympics equivalent of Japan's hero world. The entire country will have its eyes on you. Every news outlet. Every agency. Every government official. Even some foreign firms."
He paused.
"And so will the top hero agencies, who will be scouting you for internships. Your performance at the festival will determine your future opportunities. This is not a game. This is the single most important event of your first year."
The weight of his words settled over the class. The excitement from a moment ago was still there, but it was serious now.
Bakugo was grinning. Ready to show Akira who the real boss is.
Todoroki stared at his desk. His expression hadn't changed, but his fists were clenched.
He will be there. He thought.
Akira leaned toward Momo. "Have you decided where you want to intern?"
Momo shook her head. "No clue."
"Same," Akira said. "Let's wait until we get the list of agencies."
She nodded.
The rest of the day went on as normal. Classes. Note-taking. Lectures about hero law and quirk ethics that would have been boring if the entire class wasn't still buzzing from the Sports Festival announcement.
When lunch came, Mina made her move.
She had been waiting all morning. Through every class. Through every break. Watching Akira and Momo like a hawk, cataloguing every glance, every whisper, every time their hands got suspiciously close under their desks.
The bell rang. Mina stood up, cracked her knuckles, and turned toward Momo and Akira with the precision of a guided missile.
Akira saw it coming.
Before Mina could take a single step, Akira was already out of his chair. He scooped Momo up in his arms and sprinted for the door.
"AKIRA?!" Momo yelled, her legs kicking. "PUT ME DOWN!"
"No time! Run now, explain later!"
"Nyahahahahaha!" Nia laughed from his shoulder, her tail streaming behind them.
"GET BACK HERE!!" Mina yelled, sprinting after them. "I WANT TO HEAR EVERYTHING! YOU CAN'T RUN FROM ME, AKIRA!"
"WATCH ME!" Akira yelled back, rounding a corner at full speed.
They disappeared down the hallway, leaving the rest of the class staring at the open door.
Tokoyami watched them go. "Chaos follows that boy like a shadow."
"The hell does that mean?" Kaminari muttered.
Sato scratched his head. "Don't you think Momo and Akira are being a bit too... touchy today?"
Kaminari nodded slowly. "Yeah. Now that you mention it..."
Jiro facepalmed. "Because they're dating, you idiots."
The boys went silent.
Izuku, who had been quietly taking notes at his desk, looked up with wide eyes. His pen stopped moving.
"D-dating??" he stammered, his face going red. "They're d-dating?!"
After that, things went on normally. Or as normally as they could when half the class was processing the fact that the scariest guy in 1-A now had a girlfriend.
Eventually, after hours of persistence, cornering, and what could only be described as an interrogation conducted with the ruthlessness of a seasoned detective, Mina finally got Momo to talk.
Momo explained. Briefly. While blushing.
Then Mina rushed to Akira. She appeared in front of him with a smile so wide it was borderline creepy. She smacked his arm.
"Aren't you romantic, Mr. Boss?"
Akira sighed. "Please don't call me that."
The class laughed.
The school day ended.
But when Class 1-A reached the door, they couldn't leave.
A massive crowd was blocking the path out. Students from other classes, packed shoulder to shoulder, filled the entire corridor. But they weren't students trying to leave.
They were staring at Class 1-A.
Sero looked at the wall of people, then back at his classmates.
"What is this about?"
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