Thank You (Izuku X Momo) (On Hiatus)

Talking

The start of this fic is just a little wonky, but gets a whole lot better. The early chapters are being edited to fix all my inexperienced writer mistakes from when I started writing this. I'm putting this here for the people that skip the notes. Chapters 1-8 are fixed, and the further you read the far less mistakes you'll find. At this point it's just bad autocorrect and typos due to writing super late at night and having no brain power. Also, the story in general just gets better as I learn. Being 50 chapters in at the time of writing this, I can confidently say I've gotten somewhat of a handle on things. I really hope you like my story. ^_^

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There were a number of feelings that Izuku Midoriya was familiar with. Defeat, sadness, frustration, and hopelessness just for starters. All of which he became well acquainted with at the young age of four. Growing up quirkless in this world made that inevitable, and as much as he doesn't like it, these are feelings that were still stuck with him even to this day.

After meeting All Might, gaining his unimaginable power, passing the entrance exam to his dream school and All Might's alma mater U.A High, and making REAL friends. Ones that don't mock you, threaten you, and hurt you in every which way. Things seemed to be turning up for the better, even with the backlash One for All and the USJ attack, his personal life was looking up. One would think that you could move on from such a bad past.

Wrong

Well, at least mostly. Many nights he still had nightmares about it. Sometimes he would be in the doctor's office where he got the worst news of his life. Or sometimes it was about blonde spikes and explosions, and only in the recent year he's had nightmares of Kacchan's "advice". Those memories and feelings stick with someone for life. So long that you can recognize when others are going through the same feelings as you. That is what he is witnessing right now, someone who shared that pain with him. Someone who could (at least slightly) understand.

That someone was none other than Momo Yaoyarozu, the Creation Quirk user VP of Class 1-A, the smartest out of all the first years, and considered by many to be the prettiest as well. He had never really spoken to her all that much. Not even when they were both chosen as the representatives for their class, back before he had given the position of Class President to Iida.

Besides his sheer terror of talking to highly attractive women, (oh who was he kidding, women in general) his introvertness and difference in friend groups never really gave him the chance to even attempt to talk to her. They weren't really friends, just classmates. He couldn't deny that she was an outstanding student with an unbelievable quirk to boot, and from what he could pick up on from a distance, a wonderfully nice person.

Yet still, just a classmate. One that he highly respected, but classmates nonetheless.

But...that look on her face...he couldn't just sit there and do nothing. He watched her as she walked out of the Tournament Arena, freshly defeated from her fight with Tokoyami. At that moment, time seemed to grind to an eerily slow pace. He could read her face like the books she reads to learn molecular structures. The self-doubt, the feeling of powerlessness, the...disappointment. Those weren't just feelings, they were powerful beings themselves. Like parasites, they latched on to you and wipe you of any confidence you have in yourself. Slowly breaking you down over time until you can't be fixed.

"I'm already too far gone, but...maybe I can help her befor-...I-..." Before the quirk inheritor could even sift through any reluctance he had, he had shot out of his seat and was running down towards the gateway where Yaoyorozu have should entered from without even thinking. He never even noticed the odd looks from his classmates.