maneuvering through

Fragile and Pretty like a Stained Glass

"Thank you for the offer but I -uh.. I'll be alright..." She smiled curtly at him, picking up her things.

"Stay safe Creati-san!"

"I will. Thanks." She lifted a hand at the two, catching a glimpse at the taller one slapping a hand on the back of the dark-haired male who's remained impassive despite the slap.

'Odd'
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" Ponytail!"

Momo lifted her attention from her phone to the gruff voice, dubious for a while when the call had come from the least she expects. She even instinctually swerved to the side just in case someone in a ponytail was seated next to her. Her former classmate didn't bother much when it came to holding a conversation, much more starting one. Nevertheless, this remarkable change in the hero made him more approachable, especially with his fans.

It was high noon, and she was seated on a bench shaded by a tree, currently engaged in typing a message.

"Bakugou-san..." Acknowledging the approaching hero.

"You with halfie?"

He didn't even hold a breath asking about whether she was with Shouto or not.

Momo recognized it was a question to spark a conversation.

"You think I'd always be with Shouto?"

The blond raised a brow at her retort. "Who else if not with you?" a smirk pulled up his lips, "... still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that the densest people ever existed are now dating each other."

Momo threw out an expression between aghast and embarrassment, suddenly unable to hold his gaze, and words grew elusive for grasp. "We...uh..." she gulped as the blond's smirk grew an inch with every stutter, " Wh--Why are you asking me about him?" Resorting to a question that could hopefully avoid this uncalled encounter gets into a point that might end up exposing more of their fresh relationship. Not like there was much to talk about while at this point.

Bakugou was amused enough at the effort he dismissed the notion with an answer.

"Nah. Just thought he'd be with you since he doesn't have many people who could tolerate him."

It was the way the explosive hero implied that had her somewhat steaming to bark a retort.

"I find it difficult to chew when it has to come out of you. You particularly don't have that many friends."

"Hah! You'd be surprised to know I have lots of..."

"Good for you then. You're still on patrol?" She asked noticing his usual uniform.

He grunted, brushing a glance at her leg. "Is it okay for you to go out now? I heard you got hurt pretty badly."

"I am well, I can still use my quirk despite not having to move a lot. Thank you for your concern."

"Tch. Makes me wonder what half-and-half has to say, haven't seen the scum for a while. I won't be surprised if he refuses to get you out of his sight. That bastard sure has gone the extra miles to build a fortress around you."

Whether her increasingly growing irk stemmed from the consecutive name-calling or the time of the month due any day of the week, Momo had no time and tolerance for extra gabble. In addition, she did not understand why the said hero had been extra talkative today, while at work no less.

She counted to ten to calm herself until a soft voice of a child came within their proximity.

"Hello... Dynamight-san..." A boy whom Momo surmised to be an eight-year-old dwarfed before the explosive hero, who in turn, forced a curve that somewhat ended looking like a feral smirk. And Momo deemed the effort admirable and adorable. "Can... I... have your autograph?"