Haha, when I was making this, I titled it: 'Momo no homo'
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All day, she had been trembling with a nervous excitement. Jirou ambled up to her, a puzzled expression speaking for the entire class.
"Hey Yaomomo, are you alright?" She asked, watching the girl cautiously.
A massive smile enveloped her features, as her hands flew to her face. Her eyes were sparkling, like the sun reflecting off the sea, and it seemed as though she was attempting to hold in an assortment of 'uncouth' noises. Her head bobbed adorably.
"I'm even better!" She responded, giggling. "I managed to get VIP tickets for my favourite artist! She has a concert tonight!"
Jirou smiled. "Ah, I get it. What's she called?"
"(Y/n) (L/n)!" As your name rolled off her tongue, a light crimson coated her cheeks.
Her classmate blinked, realising the situation. Momo had a crush on a famous artist – one who happened to be absolutely stunning, and currently, had no public relationship. That was a starting point, she presumed, although she was unsure how exactly Momo panned to gain your attention, because she seemed to become incredibly shy when confronted with anything of the sort.
Despite this, she, along with a few others (Kaminari, Midoriya, Tokoyami and Uraraka included), asked to tag along. Without hesitation, Momo agreed, happy to have friends to accompany her.
She spent hours trying to look her very best, finding the correct clothing and applying the tiniest amount of make-up; it was just enough so that it wasn't blindingly obvious, but it was a nice touch. When she was finally satisfied, she regrouped with the others, and they headed off.
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The venue was overflowing with erratic fans, chanting the best hits from the artist. Their entourage moved to secure a better view. They waited eagerly for you to appear.
After about half an hour, you made your entrance.
There was a brief interval in which you introduced yourself to any new supporters, addressing the crowd with a politeness often overlooked nowadays by many artists. Momo made a mental note to be as courteous as possible when it came time for your inevitable meeting.
She was astonishingly anxious.
"Dirty Angel
Dirty Angel
Bum ba-da ee-ahh-um bum, ba bum bum (dirty angel)
Bum ba-da ee-ahh-um bum, ba bum bum (dirty angel)
Bum ba-da ee-ahh-um bum, ba bum bum (dirty angel)
Bum ba-da ee-ahh-um bum, ba bum bum (dirty angel)"
Throughout the piece, Momo concentrated solely on the emotions littering your face – the notion that you were having just as much, if not more fun than all the fans, was comforting.
"Come, come, inside tonight
Let me feed your appetite
Boy, you wanna come all alone
Bring, bringing me to life
Gettin' all your blood tonight
Gonna make you feel all exposed
And no, you can't leave now
When it's almost over
So close to touchin' hell
And no, I can't ignite
When you survive
You're gonna go
Oh oh, oh"
Your vocal tone had always been so intriguing to her, but she couldn't quite place the reason. Perhaps it was the admiration she always thought that she carried for you. Alternatively, it could be the newfound love that she held close to her heart.
"Love me and decree"
Oh – she really did love you.
"I'm alive
Alive
I'm alive
Alive
Bum ba-da ee-ahh-um bum, ba bum bum (dirty angel)
Bum ba-da ee-ahh-um bum, ba bum bum (dirty angel)
Bum ba-da ee-ahh-um bum, ba bum bum (dirty angel)
Bum ba-da ee-ahh-um bum, ba bum bum (dirty angel)"
Dancing on that raised platform, anyone incognizant of your ethereal stage presence might have mistaken you for a succubus in the flesh – an enchantress who was using the allure of her music to draw in unsuspecting victims.
"Fix, fixin' my insides
Livin' like I'm gonna die
Gonna take your body and soul
Dig, diggin' into you
Feeding off your every move
Making your heart feel like a stone"
Sometimes, Momo genuinely felt as though she were one of those victims, although it wouldn't have bothered her. She often imagined herself in your arms, snuggled against your body as you whispered sweet nothings into her ear. Two mugs of hot chocolate would be placed on the table, but left untouched as you cradled the innocent girl.
"You know, it's almost time
For my resurrection
Getting close to the end
But I can't ignite
When you survive
You're gonna go
Oh oh, oh"
Sometimes, her fantasies went beyond the realm of possibility – the two of you would go to sleep in each other's arms, being able to drift off contently, with the knowledge that you belonged to one another.
"Love me and decree"
She truly believed that you had been made for each other.
"I'm alive
Alive
I'm alive (I'm alive)
Alive"
She just hoped you would feel the same.
"Bum ba-da ee-ahh-um bum, ba bum bum (dirty angel)
Bum ba-da ee-ahh-um bum, ba bum bum (dirty angel)
Bum ba-da ee-ahh-um bum, ba bum bum (dirty angel)
Bum ba-da ee-ahh-um bum, ba bum bum (dirty angel)"
Joining in with the rest of the crowd, Momo's group sung loudly. Kaminari elected to have a competition with whoever was standing beside him, the poor soul.
When those lines were finished, the entire venue went silent.
"Is this the world I love?
Or is it pictures of
A dream that won't stop until I awake again?
Is this the world I love?
Or is it pictures of
A dream that won't stop until I awake again?
Bum ba-da ee-ahh-um bum, ba bum bum (dirty angel)
Bum ba-da ee-ahh-um bum, ba bum bum (dirty angel)
Bum ba-da ee-ahh-um bum, ba bum bum (dirty angel)
Bum ba-da ee-ahh-um bum, ba bum bum (dirty angel)"
As the set came to a close, you fixed your eyes on one specific female in the crowd. Her eyes widened dramatically when she noticed your gaze. You gave her a teasing wink.
"I'm alive
Alive (dirty angel)."
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She restrained from causing the place to collapse with her voice, instead choosing to wait, albeit rather impatiently, for a chance to sneak backstage. Pushing through the cheering fans, she tugged along her entourage, greeting your security with a sweet smile, and handing them the passes.
When they authorised access, Momo had to mentally scold herself for walking too fast. She was so excited to be meeting you, in person, for the very first time. It was a dream made reality, and certainly something she did not wish to mess up. Taking in large breaths of air, she straightened her back and manoeuvred to your dressing room.
Upon arrival, they acknowledged that, for a famous artist, the room was relatively modest. Unlike most celebrities, you didn't want everything to be overly-luxurious. You wanted to connect with your fans, in a way that wasn't possible with vast amounts of arrogance and money.
Momo nearly tripped over her own feet when she met your welcoming (e/c) eyes.
A dark blush coated her usually pale cheeks, and she stumbled for coherent words.
"U-Uh...H-Hi! I'm uh..."
The benevolence showcased in your expression was doing nothing to aid her condition. She could hardly look at you, which was a massive problem, because she was unable to tear her ebony orbs away from your figure.
"Take your time, sweetie." You instructed, motioning to some chairs littering the room.
Eventually, Jirou stepped in to save the day.
"She's called Momo Yaoyorozu, and she's a huge fan of yours."
"Is that so? I'm happy to hear it." You responded, addressing the timid female.
She gulped, evidently unsure of what to do in this crisis situation. To disrupt the tense atmosphere, you decided to pose a request.
"Tell me about yourself, Momo."
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