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She didn’t notice it at first. The butterflies didn’t bother her at first. She didn’t realize how long she spent staring at them, noticing their smallest details and habits. But when she did notice, she wished she hadn’t.

Momo Yaoyorozu was in love. She didn’t want to it it, though. Because it would just make everything worse. She shouldn’t be in love. Not with this person. She bit her lip and forced herself through each day. Maybe if she didn’t see them, she would stop feeling this way.

It turned out that was harder than it sounded.

Kyoka Jirou was a unique individual. At first she seemed relatively normal, if you ignored her dark purple hair that seemed to never need to be combed. However, two earphone jacks extended from her ears. This was her quirk, and had shown to be useful in many different situations.

Momo wasn’t quite sure what is was about her. Was it her personality? Her looks? Her determination? Maybe it was a combination everything, but it didn’t matter. She just had to ignore Jirou. The person she sat at lunch with. Trained with. Talked with after class. It would be fine, right?

Momo had gotten her lunch and was walking to their table when Jirou walked up to her, smiling. “Hey, how are you?” she had asked.

Momo couldn’t help but smile too, and was about to respond when she ed. “I, uh, have something to do,” she stuttered before turning around, walking straight to the girl’s bathroom.

“Ugh… Why is she like that?” Momo growled to herself. “So nice, so kind, it’s annoying! I can’t ignore her… What if she thinks I hate her? I want to stay friends with her… Is that even possible? Should I make new friends? Hang out with Class 1-B? What if I sat with Iida, Uraraka and Deku? That’d be fine, right? Iida’s also a class rep. She’d think I had to, uh… deal with class rep duties? But what if…”

She trailed off, murmuring to herself all the horrible outcomes, not noticing the green haired girl standing outside the stall she had locked herself in.

“... Momo?” Tsuyu Asui asked, pressing her ear against the stall, trying to make out what she was muttering.

Momo jolted up, quickly flushed the toilet, and opened the door briskly, almost knocking Tsu over in the process.

“Oh, Tsuyu,” she nodded, trying to look calm. “How are you?” “Are you okay?” Tsuyu asked nervously, her long pink tongue flicking out of her mouth.

Momo paused for a second, gathering her concentration. “I am fine.” Tsuyu wasn’t convinced. She looked Momo up and down, trying to find a clue to her ailment. “Momo… Could it be… you’re in love?” she asked cautiously.

“Yes! I mean, no! I mean... what?” Momo exclaimed, waving her arms, her face flushed. “... You won’t tell anyone, will you?” she nervously asked, calming down.

Tsuyu nodded. “Who?”

Momo looked down, wondering if she should answer. Perhaps it would be better if she got everything off her chest. “... Jirou. I mean, I’m not sure? I think? I’ve never been in love before-- But it doesn’t matter. It would never work.”

Tsuyu nodded again. “Why not..?”

“Look, for you it might not be a problem with your family… But my family would get upset if I came out. It’ll be hard, but I have to pretend. They wouldn’t accept me.” Momo explained sadly. “Even if I tried to date her in secret, it wouldn’t last. Someone would leak it to my parents, or I’d have to let her down.”

“Oh… I see.” Tsuyu looked down. “Well I’m always here if you need to talk…”

She walked slowly out of the bathroom, her hands hanging lower than usual. Momo sighed, and looked at her feet. Why was love this hard?

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After several weeks of Momo hiding in the bathroom like this during lunch, she’d had enough. Her grades were starting to suffer, and she realized if she wanted to be a hero, she had to start with rescuing herself.

In homeroom, Momo told Jirou to meet her outside at lunch just as class started, not giving her enough time to respond. As the day went on, she began to panic and think of all the ways this could go wrong, but she wouldn’t give up. She couldn’t run away from her feelings.

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“Momo?” Jirou asked, as she poked her head through the doors outside. “Are you okay? Do you need to talk?”

Momo shut her eyes and sighed, and opened her mouth to respond. “Yes. I apologize for not being at lunch for the last few weeks. I wasn’t feeling well. Do you still want to be my friend?”

Jirou tilted her head, confused. “Of course! Why wouldn’t I?”

Momo smiled sadly. “Thank you.”

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Things had almost returned to normal. At lunch the girls laughed and talked, and Momo went back to her regular training schedule with Jirou.

Perhaps one day this world would be a place where everyone was accepting. A place where you didn’t have to bury your feelings. Society can be a cruel place.

But maybe all it takes is a smile and an apology to change the world. The best kind of heroes don’t have to fight villains. They have to rescue people. And you count as a person. So make sure to love yourself. What’s the use in loving other if you can’t love yourself? It doesn’t take much to smile and wave to someone, or to sit with someone who’s alone at lunch. You can be there to listen to their problems, even if you don’t know how to solve them. Sometimes the simplest things can change the world. Why don’t you be someone’s hero today?

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Hello!! Uhm my fanfictions aren't that popular, but they're fun to do, so you've got another one!! qwq Somehow this turned into a cheesey positive talk, but uh,,

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#MomoJirou

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