Not alone, but she enjoys it.

As Momo leaves her room, she is immediately met with her best friend, Jirou who looks as though she too is heading the same way as her. Momo and Jirou walked side by side down the hallway, the familiar camaraderie between them. As they made their way to the shared girls' bathroom, Jirou couldn't help but express her curiosity about Momo's later-than-usual start to the day.

"You're usually up, showered, and getting breakfast with the others by now," Jirou remarked, her voice tinged with curiosity.

Momo, always valuing honesty in her friendship with Jirou, decided to share a partial truth, leaving out the more scandalous details. "Yeah, the myHERO app kept me up late last night. I was responding to fans, and time just slipped away. I ended up falling asleep later than I intended." It felt strange to hold back from her best friend, but she couldn't bring herself to reveal the debauchery that consumed her night. Not yet, at least.

Jirou nodded understandingly, a hint of envy flickering in her eyes. "Oh yeah, I've been trying out the app too. It's pretty cool, but I haven't had much interaction with others. I guess I'm not one to stand out, so that suits me just fine." A small smile played on her lips, concealing the tiny twinge of jealousy she felt at Momo's apparent popularity.

Momo couldn't help but feel a pang of guilt at Jirou's words but she also recognized the importance of timing so for now, she decided to keep her nocturnal adventures hidden, hoping that the right moment would present itself to share her newfound desires and experiences. Once inside the bathroom, Momo and Jirou undressed and entered separate cubicles that were conveniently placed side by side. The sound of cascading water filled the space, providing a sense of privacy as they engaged in their usual routine. At first, their conversation flowed smoothly, filled with small talk and laughter. But as the water washed over her body, Momo's anger resurfaced, prompting her to probe Jirou for her experiences.

"Say, Jirou, you've seen the private DMs on the app, right?" Momo asked, her voice laced with curiosity and a hint of caution.

Jirou responded hesitantly, sensing the weight behind Momo's question. "Yeah… I have," she admitted, her voice tinged with a mix of anger and pain.

Momo seized the opportunity to share her encounter, hoping to gauge Jirou's reaction and find solace in their shared frustrations. "Well, have you had any strange DMs from anyone?" she inquired, her curiosity piqued.

There was a long, awkward pause that seemed to stretch into infinity, creating a tense atmosphere between them. Finally, Jirou mustered the strength to respond. "Just ignore them, Momo. They're nothing but perverts looking to take advantage of our kind natures!" Her voice carried a hint of anger and pain, mirroring the emotions that Momo had experienced herself.

Feeling a sense of relief that she wasn't alone in this struggle, Momo pressed further. "Did someone offer you a disrespectful amount of HERO points too?" she asked, her curiosity urging her to uncover the full extent of their shared experiences.

Jirou's voice grew quieter as she responded, her embarrassment palpable. "Yeah, some guy offered me 50 HERO points too… to spread my ass for him," she admitted, her face turning crimson. Momo couldn't help but stifle a giggle, finding solace in the fact that she wasn't the only one facing such audacious requests.

"I hope you gave him a stern telling off. I did with my guy, ripping into him for asking for something so sacred for a mere 50 points. The nerve!" Momo exclaimed, a sense of empowerment flowing through her as she recounted her own response.

Jirou agreed wholeheartedly, and their conversation continued as they lathered up their bodies, rinsed, and joined each other once again to dry and style their hair. Momo cherished Jirou's friendship, as it was a refreshing departure from the shallow connections she had experienced in the past. The girls of Class 1A, including Jirou, saw her for who she truly was, beyond her intelligence and wealth. It was a bond that Momo held dear, providing a support system that she had longed for.

[Current Points: 710]