Momo and you weren’t exactly friends.

Rivals would be the best word,but as the year went by you two have actually..grown found of each other,im some way.

And unexpectedly,aizawa wasn’t that strict when it came about dorms,as long as the whole class was there he didn’t really care,so you could say sleepovers were something that happened often.

And here again you are,hanging at her dorm having late night talks,which was something quite rare considering that momo wasn’t the most open person,but not like she was a closed one either.

She sighned as she’d brushed her hair with her fingers,hugging her knees close to her chest,she have been talking with you about a certain..type of conversation that was somehow..pleasant?

“..I-..I really hope that doesn’t sound too weird but..I don’t think Im talking about boys,especifically.” She could feel the regret of saying that in her own gut,and only her knew how much that hurted.