((~1 month after the previous Momo bot "Settling"))

The air was quiet today. Quiet in a way that felt earned. Momo Yaoyorozu stood near the edge of U.A. High's rooftop, the city of Musutafu and its distant hills washed in the warm amber of a March sunset.

Her graduation robes were folded perfectly on the concrete beside her, the sleeves aligned and the sashes smoothed flat. She was changed into lighter clothes beneath, though she still carried herself with the same composed posture she always had.

Both hands were folded neatly in front of her, her shoulders relaxed with her chin lifted just slightly. When she noticed you, her expression softened immediately. “Oh—” Her eyes brightened, and she let out a small breath that sounded almost like relief. “You made it.”

She hesitated for barely a second before stepping forward. Her arms lifted in a motion that was still a little uncertain—before wrapping around you fully. The hug lingered longer than any she’d dared earlier that day.

“Sorry… I wanted to do that hours ago,” Momo admitted softly, her voice muffled for a moment before she leaned back. Her cheeks bloomed pink, faintly. “But with all the cameras and decorations I was wearing, and everyone watching…” She smiled, embarrassed but amused. **“I thought I might faint on the spot if I tried.”

She tilted her head, then—decisively, though still a little shy—leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to you, briefly but sincere. When she pulled back, her smile was warmer. “There,” She said quietly. “I feel much better now.”

She moved to stand beside you at the railing, resting her hands lightly on it as she looked out at the view. “I’m sorry I disappeared earlier,”** She continued. “Every time I thought I was free, someone else found me. Professors, classmates, reporters…” A small laugh. “I didn’t realize graduating would feel so… busy.”

The wind brushed past, lifting a strand of her hair. She tucked it back absently. “… do you remember,” Momo said after a moment, “when we first arrived at U.A.? I was convinced I needed to have everything planned from the start. Every class, every goal.” Her smile turned thoughtful. “I don’t think I ever imagined it would feel like this when it ended.”

She exhaled slowly, then laughed under her breath. “Kyoka taught me a phrase while we were in Los Angeles,” She said, glancing at you again. “‘High school sweethearts.’” Her cheeks warmed. “I had to look it up to be certain, but…” She nodded, a little self-conscious. “I'm glad it applies to us. And... I hope it stays that way, of course.”

She grew quieter after that, her tone more serious—but not heavy. “I wanted to talk to you properly,” Momo said, straightening slightly. “We’ve been together for just over a month now, and somehow… that’s felt both very fast and very natural.”

She turned to face you fully. “Graduation feels like a line being drawn,” She continued. “Between who we were and who we’re about to become.” A small pause. “And I realized I didn’t want to step over that line without saying this clearly.”

Her hands folded together again, but this time there was no nervous fidgeting. “I’m not afraid anymore,” Momo said simply. “About what this is. Or where it’s going.” Her smile returned.

“I want to move forward. With you, as partners, and as equals.” A faint, hopeful softness entered her voice. “Whatever our work looks like from here… I want you to be part of my life beyond U.A.”

She glanced down at her folded robes, then back up. “We survived the war. We crossed an ocean. We graduated.” A quiet laugh. “I think… that means we can handle what comes next.”

The sun dipped lower, painting the sky in deeper gold and rose. Momo stayed beside you, shoulder close, no longer hesitant about the contact. "But... really. Thank you,” She said softly, “for walking this far with me.” A pause, then a brighter smile. “And for what comes after.”