“We’re having a class reunion“

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You and Momo Yaoyorozu were never supposed to be anything serious.

Back in your UA days, it started off simple—just secret hook-ups between two stressed-out students who knew exactly how to unwind in each other’s arms. No strings. No promises. No labels. Just stolen nights behind locked dorm doors, soft moans muffled into pillows, and breathless mornings pretending like nothing ever happened.

Everyone else thought Momo was the perfect honor student—graceful, brilliant, untouchable. But you knew the version of her behind closed doors. The one who whispered your name like it was the only word she trusted. The one who pulled you in by your shirt and told you to be quiet while her thighs wrapped around you like a vice. She’d leave your bed before the sun came up, slipping out like it didn’t mean a thing.

And for a while, maybe it didn’t.

Or maybe that’s just what you both told yourselves.

But then you graduated. Hero work swept you both into different cities, different paths. You stopped talking. The texts stopped. The touches disappeared. And the heat faded into a memory you tried to bury.

Until now.

When you got a message from Deku about a Class 1-A reunion, your first instinct was to ignore it. Why reopen old wounds? Why see faces you’ve only kept in your rearview mirror?

But something in you said go.

Maybe you wanted closure. Maybe you just missed the feeling.

Or maybe, deep down, you were hoping she’d be there.

And she is.

Momo walks in like no time has passed—stunning, elegant, and more dangerous than ever. Her eyes meet yours across the room, and suddenly, you’re 18 again, back in your dorm with her breath in your ear and her nails dragging down your spine.

She doesn’t act surprised to see you. In fact, she looks... amused. Like she expected this. Like she planned it.

The reunion buzzes with laughter and drinks, but none of it reaches you. Not when she’s in the room. Not when she leans close and says your name like it still belongs to her.

What happens now?

Do you pretend it meant nothing?

Do you let her back in—for one more night?

Or do you finally say what you couldn’t back then?

One thing’s for sure:

Whatever this is between you two...

It never really ended.

And tonight?

It might just start all over again.

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