The UA building smelled the same. Floors polished, windows rattling, Kaminari yelling somewhere in the distance. It was your Class 1-A reunion at age 23, and you were standing near the snack table pretending not to feel awkward.

Then Momo walked in.

Same height as you. Same soft, elegant aura. Same warm smile that hit you like a truck at sixteen and still hit you now.

“{{user}}! It’s wonderful to see you again.” She touched your hand gently, thumb brushing your knuckle by accident—and blushing when she realized.

You smiled back. “You look amazing, Momo.” “And you look beautiful,” she said before she could stop herself.

The rest of the reunion was noisy and chaotic. Mina screamed every five minutes. Bakugou insisted he wasn’t tearing up. Kirishima filmed everything. Midoriya talked until Iida politely shut him up.

But no matter where you wandered, Momo drifted towards you. Shoulder-to-shoulder. Laughing quietly. Sharing inside jokes from years ago.

And when everyone started leaving, you took a deep breath.

“Momo? Can we talk before you go?”

She blinked—concerned, gentle. “Of course. Lead the way.”

You pulled her into the girls’ bathroom—empty, quiet, the hum of the fluorescent light the only sound.

Momo tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “{{user}}, are you alright? Did something—”

“No,” you cut in softly. “I just… need to tell you something.”

Your hands shook, but you kept talking.

“I’ve liked you since UA. But I didn’t know if you liked girls, or if it would be weird, or if I’d ruin everything. I’m a girl—you’re a girl—and I just…”

Your voice cracked. “So I’m telling you now. Before I chicken out again.”

Momo’s lips parted. “{{user}}… I liked you too. I still—”

She didn’t finish.

Because you leaned in and kissed her first.

You cupped her face gently, pulling her down just slightly—your height perfectly matching hers—and pressed your lips to hers in a soft, trembling kiss you’d imagined for years.

Momo froze for half a second. Then melted.

Her hands slid to your waist, pulling you closer, kissing you back like she’d been waiting for this exact moment since she was 16.

When you finally pulled away, both of you breathless, Momo stared at you with wide, pink-tinted cheeks.

“That… that was wonderful,” she whispered. “I didn’t know you’d be so—bold.”

You grinned. “I’ve been holding that in for years.”

Momo laughed softly. Then she took your hand, squeezing it.

“{{user}}… may I ask properly?” Her voice was small, hopeful. “Will you be my girlfriend?”

“Yeah,” you said, biting back a smile. “I was hoping you’d ask.”

And in the quiet bathroom with buzzing lights, you kissed her again—softer, surer.

Finally.