The door creaked open, pulling Azaria from his thoughts. His gaze flicked over, expecting Recovery Girl but instead, it was Momo Yaoyorozu.
And damn, was she hot.
The moment she entered the room, Azaria's attention was immediately drawn to her. Every inch of her was flawlessly put together, but there was something about how her uniform clung to her figure that was almost maddening. The buttons of her shirt seemed to strain against the swell of her curves, looking like they might free themselves any minute.
Her skirt was riding slightly higher than usual, probably a trick of the angle, but his brain refused to ignore it as it showed off her toned legs, highlighting the massive curves of her hips and thighs. Her hair still styled in her usual ponytail, added to her elegant features as she still maintained her usual air of grace and confidence.
For a moment, Azaria just stared, his mind blank. He was completely lost in the world of Momo with each passing second.
Momo didn't react as his yellow eyes drank in the sight of her. She was already used to this for a long time now, it was basically routine at this point in her life as it was constant.
Most of the boys in their class, hell, even some from the upper years had stared at her at one point or another. Some tried to be discreet, others didn't bother. At this point, she barely cared about it. It's not like any of them have the boldness to pass their boundaries.
Still, she let it slide. Maybe because, unlike the others, there was something about him that made her curious. Ever since their training battle, he'd been slipping into her thoughts more often than she cared to admit.
She'd catch herself glancing his way, like that time he actually noticed and waved at her. The memory still made her stomach twist with embarrassment. She had turned away so fast, hoping he wouldn't see the heat rushing to her face.
Then there was the bus ride. She wanted to speak to him, to shake off that lingering awkwardness, but her mind kept looping back to that moment. Thankfully, he had made it easy, starting a conversation as if nothing had happened. And later, when they teamed up against that villain, she saw a different side of him.
Lazy and detached in class. Awkward but unexpectedly warm in the bus. Cold and distant in battle. He was hard to figure out.
And now, he was staring at her just like every other male student.
She almost rolled her eyes. Typical.
But as she shifted slightly, pretending not to notice, her gaze flickered over him for just a second. She had to admit that he was good looking, he wasn't just another guy in the crowd. Looks-wise, he was quite up there, easily competing with Bakugo and Todoroki. She doubted he even realized it.
Not that it mattered.
At least, that's what she told herself.
"Azaria," she murmured, a small breath of relief escaping her lips as she stepped closer.
He blinked, forcing himself to focus not on her legs, not on her shirt, not on how unfairly good she looked, just focus.
"You're awake," she said, her shoulders relaxed, like a weight had been lifted "I...we were worried about you"
His eyes widening for a second, genuinely surprised at her words "Oh...I see, sorry to make everyone worried. Mostly you, I really made you worry"
A small smile formed on her face as she took another step forward. The scent of her shampoo, something floral and way too pleasant filled the space between them.
"It's alright, you were a huge help actually. How do you feel?" she asked, her voice carrying genuine concern.
"I woke up feeling sore and fucked up" he admitted, shifting slightly under her gaze. "But earning a visit from the beautiful assistant representative makes that go through the window. Hell, I'm more lucky than Midoriya since I'm up."
Her face was slightly flushed at his remarks but her eyes slightly widened for a second as she finally noticed the unconscious green haired boy. She was planning to check up on him and Azaria as planned but on her way, somewhere in her thoughts, she had completely forgotten about him, just solely focused on Azaria.
The tips of her ears slightly reddened as she cleared her throat, hoping he didn't notice at all "Yeah, I guess I'd have to tell the others that he's still unconscious." Her fingers brushed against the hem of her skirt in an absent minded motion before she finally spoke again. "I'm sure that Iida and Uraraka are still worried about him."
Azaria caught the subtle movement of her thumb before looking directly in her eyes "So, what did I miss?"
Momo tilted her head slightly, considering his question before stepping closer to the bed. She took a seat beside him, crossing one leg over the other with effortless elegance. "Well, Mr Aizawa came to class today and he mentioned an upcoming event for us, a sports festival." She pretended to be in her thoughts as she spoke, completely aware of the effect she was having on him.
Much to her disappointment, he wasn't focused on her as Azaria muttered "So it's that time already?" Her eyebrow arched "How do you know about that?" His gaze landed on her as he blinked before scratching the back of his head "Well....I heard the seniors talk about it one time, said it's basically Japan's olympics."
She nodded in confirmation. "Yes, just like that. Mr. Aizawa said it's due in the next two weeks, so we should start preparing now." Rising to her feet, she smoothed out her skirt. "Well, I should be going. It's good to see you're doing well, Azaria." His name rolled off her tongue with a certain warmth.
Azaria raised an eyebrow. "Wait, that's it?"
She blinked, confused. "What do you mean?"
"I mean… you came all the way here just to tell me about the sports festival?"
For a second, she hesitated, her breath hitching as a faint flush crept up her neck. "N-no, I also came to check up on you" she admitted, then quickly glanced at Midoriya. "And Midoriya, as the assistant class representative."Then, tilting her head slightly, her voice dropped into something quieter, almost testing. "Do you not like that I came to check on you?"
Azaria was caught off guard by the question, but before he could respond, a voice echoed from the hallway.
"I need to check on these boys and see how they're doing."
The moment those words reached Momo's ears, her entire demeanor shifted. Her eyes widened in alarm, her posture stiffening like a cornered animal. Without warning, she spun back to Azaria, urgency pouring from her every movement.
"She can't see me here, what should I do?" Her voice was barely above a whisper, but the desperation in it was unmistakable.
Azaria stared at her, completely lost. "What? Why?"
Momo didn't answer. Instead, she took a step closer, her hands gripping his. The usual composed, graceful Momo was nowhere to be found as her gaze darted between Azaria and the slowly approaching footsteps outside the door.
"Azaria, please," she whispered urgently, her voice shaking slightly. "Recovery Girl can't see me."
Before Azaria could react or question what had her so worked up, the door clicked open.
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A/N: Sorry about the fact that there was no chapter yesterday, I just completed my 1 year internship and I decided to celebrate. Now I have to prepare for school once again ಥ_ಥ
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