Momo Yaoyorozu keeps staring at her crush

The class had continued on and no body, short of Mineta, had taken much note of anything different. Today was just as normal as any other, in their minds. In fact, Mineta himself would have been the only real oddity to come out of that class.

While the other girls hadn’t noticed his behaviour, though, Momo had. Her observation of the boy was by-far the most intimate, as her gaze didn’t wander far from him throughout the entire hour.

She leaned her head onto one arm, while the other grasped her pencil as she veined notetaking. A heavy blush grew on her face and she let out subtle cooing sighs with each occasional breath, whenever she caught him sneaking glances at the other girls in the room.

She wished he could stare at her, too. She wished he could linger his lascivious eyes over her body all day long. Make her feel seen. Make her feel beautiful and desired. Loved.

However, she knew that Aizawa wouldn’t take kindly to Mineta not focusing on schoolwork. Well... at least not looking ahead; Mineta certainly wasn’t focusing on class right now, but Aizawa didn’t need to know.

Whilst class was in session, Momo watched Mineta give each of the girls a good long look.

Despite the pang of jealousy, Momo loved it when she saw Mineta perv. It was so... appropriate, unlike most guys out there, who would try to avoid looking at a girl out of some flimsy excuse of respect and decency. Momo grimaced at the idea of those creeps. If you find a girl attractive, show it; don’t divert your eyes from staring and pretend her body is not even there. How is that going to make a girl feel?

Mineta was the first real pervert she met that was so... unapologetic and forward with his desires and erotic fantasies.

She reminisced the time during the Sports Festival: the moment her crush on Mineta had first begun.

-FLASHBACK-

Hundreds of the student body were still lagging behind, working their away around, over or right through the colossal zero-point robots that blocked their path. Momo was amongst them, her quirk offering little to help her in speed. Offensiveness, however, she did have.

Producing a cannon from her body, she was able to blast the zero-point robots and clear a path for herself and her fellow competitors. It also provided a flashy display that may add style points to anyone watching on TV.

Well, that... and it required her opening up her sports top and showing off her smooth, toned body.

She was hoping she looked good, but she was beginning to become doubtful. No one was paying her any attention, outside of acknowledging her quirk clearing a path for them. They barely even looked at her, as they raced right by her.

The race went by and Momo began to feel undervalued. She deliberately didn’t button her top back up, hoping there may be a comment or a whistle sent her way, but there was nothing. As she got to the minefield, she had lost the majority of her morale.

That was until she heard a shout and was able to see something closing in on her in her periphery.

“YAO MOMO!!!”

Before she had the time to turn around, Mineta had landed onto her back. She could feel the tug of his small weight on her sport top. She realised that Mineta had placed four of his grapeballs onto her back and was hanging off them.

“Mineta, wha!” Momo asked.

She had known Mineta for a while now, as a classmate, but the two had never really spent much time together. No time to really talk or get to know each other, at least, despite sitting so close in class for a few months now. Her opinion of him was better than average. He had a particular gentlemanly perverseness that she found quite admirable on a boy his size. She even saw him looking at the girls once or twice, especially when they were clad in their hero costumes. Even the odd lewd comment once or twice, which always upset the other prudish boys but was a thrill for the girls.

“Hey! Thanks for not doing up your top. The thought of seeing your body up-close has been the only thing that’s got me this far. You don’t mind, if I hang out here and enjoy the view, do you?” said Mineta, reaching over her shoulder and took peaks at her exposed front.

Momo was too shocked to reply, but the comment had made her bashful and she turned her head away briskly.

Had he really meant what he said? Momo thought that was so sweet.

“I’m not quick, Mineta. And I’m going to have to run very carefully. We may not make it in time. Are you... Are you sure?”

“Whether we win or lose, it’ll be together, Yao Momo. Now, onward. We’ve got a race to finish. Meanwhile... Don’t mind me.”

Mineta took the opportunity to lift himself upward and began to sniff her hair, slyly mumbling:

“Two birds with one stone. I’m a genius.”

Momo picked up her pace, gaining an intense drive to finish the race. Not just for herself but for the both of them. Mineta – No, Minoru – had been so kind to her. He let her feel useful and wanted. Knowing that he was back there, enjoying her body, delighted her to no end.

The butterflies in her stomach were so intense that Momo felt lighter than air, even with Mineta hanging off of her. She had never felt such a feeling before. She began to see Mineta in a completely different light. He had been charming before but no he was downright heart-swooning.

How had she never noticed just how... attractive Minoru had been until now?

While he was behind her, he didn’t see the blush on her face or the loving smile on her lips, nor did he hear her quietly whisper:

“You are the best, Minoru.”