A Morning Of Mourning

Despite every desire to sleep the day away, Momo **** herself out of bed with a strong discomfort. She felt the kind of fatigue that only comes from intense training or fighting, but her body's scratchless and it wasn't her limbs feeling drained; it was her back, rear, and... vaginal area feeling so sore. And on top of that, why isn't she wearing any underwear? A woman of her, well, "stature" going commando isn't very wise

"Urg... what happened?" Her digital clock said it was 9:15 in the morning. "That can't be right." A model student like her being late? Unheard of! But while Momo tries to embody punctuality, no one is perfect. It's being late WITH her soreness that's driving her mad.

Momo thought she might have been drunk or something, but the college doesn't allow liquor beyond certain situations, so that can't be it. And deep down, she knew it couldn't be true. She was just avoiding more... frightening answers about her night.

But the truth revealed itself in her head, as bit by bit memories of the night returned to her. She dismissed the first mental image of her giving him oral "service" as her failure to rationalize her state. All of the things he did to her chest popped into her head, and she tried to tell herself it was just a bad dream, a nightmare. But your dreams don't make your body sore. It wasn't until the imagery of the intercourse they shared that her eyes sunk in horror. While muttering "It can't be" over and over, she felt a bit of him "leak out" of her nether regions.

Without a word or a moment's hesitation, she made a morning-after pill and swallowed it just to be safe. This isn't quite the worst-case scenario she had in mind when learning to make one, but it's not ideal either. As Momo sunk to the floor, she thought of everything that happened now that the whole night's memories had returned to her. What gave her the sense of sheer distraught, however, was how SHE was the instigator. The sudden thoughts she had, the fact she did nothing to not indulge herself at all yesterday after training, how the grape-gremlin she had NO interest in became someone she wanted to submit to and please, and how utterly **** she was when she went to his room to do just that.

The creation heroine then used her quirk to create a small pillow to scream into as loudly as possible. She put the pillow on her knees and laid her head on the pillow. "This isn't me... I would never do that..." She said in a quiet, defeated voice. "What happened to make me like that..."

Knock Knock Knock

"W-who is it?" Momo asked, lifting her head off the pillow.

It's Me, Mina. Are you okay? It's not like you to miss class."

While Mina's voice helped calm Momo down a touch (since it wasn't Mineta nor their teacher Midnight), she walked slowly to the door to buy a few precious seconds to think of something. Peaking her head out the door, she seeings Ochako and Tsuyu joined Mina in checking up on her.

"Oh, hey," Momo said, intentionally sounding weaker than she already did. "Thank you for checking in on me. I feel clammy and a bit chilly, so I'm trying to rest and see if th-that helps. I don't think I'm sick at least."

"Oh, what a relief!" Mina said with her ear-to-ear toothy grin.

"Yeah, not getting a text is what scared us," Ochako said with a smile. "But it's nice to know you were seeping off a crappy feeling."

"You weren't the only one, though. Mineta also didn't show up to class, Ribbit."

"Yeah, but he probably "over-exerted" himself," Mina playfully said while using her fingers as air quotes, "watching one of his "movies" late into the night. I heard him enjoying himself, thankfully it wasn't too clear or anything."

Momo started to feel weak for real at that comment, failing to stop her face from turning red. "Hehehe, yeah, that's the little g-guy in a nutshell, huh?"

"You... you sure you're not sick?" Ochako asked concerned. "You're shaking again, and you're face is getting red."

"I'm... I'm fine, just... not in the mood for the dork's pervy antics. I'll text you when I'm fine!"

Momo quickly slammed the door shut and created some wipes to wash herself clean of any traces of Mineta off of her. That stupid, stupid manlet...

Note: For those wondering why these take so long, there are a few reasons. Focusing on the big ones, I put my real life first before any of this. Secondly, since I am willing to remix these stories slightly, I want to give them time to play out and see where they're going. There's a concept in upcoming chapters I'm not a big fan of, and so I wanted to see how it'd play out before doing anything with it to avoid writing the story into a corner.