Adjusts glasses and pulls my Stitch onesie hood up with a bright smile
Hey everyone! waves excitedly while ink stains mark my sleeves from all the writing thank you for hitting 750 powerstones! You're all absolutely amazing!
Flops into my writing chair, spinning around once before settling in
I have to be honest with you - watching your reactions, theories, and enthusiasm has been the highlight of my days. Every comment about Izuku's growth, every heated debate about the tournament matchups, even the occasional "Wisteria you monster!" when I leave you on cliffhangers... it all means so much to me.
Pulls out my butterfly-decorated notebook, flipping through pages of character notes and plot points
Speaking of being honest though... chews nervously on my sleeve After this Sports Festival arc wraps up, I might need to take a tiny break. Just a week! To recharge and really nail down the setup for what comes next. Because trust me, what I have planned? eyes sparkle with mischievous energy You're going to want it done right.
Stretches and readjusts my round glasses
But that's future Wisteria's problem!
So! As a thank you for being the absolute best readers I could ask for, let me present this bonus chapter. It's my way of saying thanks for all your support, theories, and enthusiasm. You make writing this story an absolute joy.
Pulls up my oversized sleeves and readies fingers over keyboard
Now, let's see what our heroes are up to, shall we? winks
Oh! And before I forget - keep those theories coming! Some of you have gotten scary close to guessing certain plot points, and watching you piece things together makes my day. Even when you're completely off base, your ideas are amazing and sometimes give me new angles to consider!
Glances at the mountain of empty coffee cups beside my desk
Right then! Time to earn my "Author who occasionally remembers sleep is a thing" badge. Let's dive into this bonus chapter!
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Momo Yaoyorozu paused at the recovery room's threshold, her knuckles hovering inches from the door. Inside, she could hear muffled voices—Camie's animated tone punctuated by Todoroki's more measured responses. The conversation she was about to initiate had been rehearsed in her mind countless times since her match against Bakugo, yet standing here now, uncertainty gripped her.
She straightened her shoulders and knocked twice.
The voices inside fell silent. A moment later, Camie called out, "Come in!"
Momo pushed open the door. The recovery room remained much as she had last seen it—sterile and functional, with the TV still broadcasting tournament updates. Hitomi sat on the edge of the bed, her dual-colored hair pulled back into a loose ponytail that emphasized the sharp lines of her face. The burn scar around her left eye seemed more pronounced under the harsh fluorescent lighting.
Camie lounged in the visitor's chair, one leg tucked beneath her. Her blonde waves cascaded over her shoulders as she tilted her head, studying Momo with curious eyes.
"Look who survived Bakugo," Camie said, gesturing toward the empty space on the bed. "How're you feeling?"
Momo crossed the room, acutely aware of Hitomi's gaze following her movements. "Sore," she admitted, perching carefully beside Todoroki. "But better than expected."
"You fought well," Hitomi said, her mismatched eyes appraising Momo with newfound respect. "Your strategy was sound."
"Thank you." Momo smoothed her uniform skirt, buying herself a moment. "I've been working on efficiency."
"It showed," Camie said. "Bakugo actually had to try."
A small smile tugged at Momo's lips. "High praise indeed."
An awkward silence descended, thick with unspoken questions. Momo glanced between Camie and Hitomi, noting the subtle tension in Todoroki's posture, the way Camie's fingers tapped against her thigh.
Camie broke first. "So," she said, leaning forward, elbows on knees. "I'm guessing you're not here just for Recovery Girl's magic kisses."
"No." Momo's hands clasped tightly in her lap. "I wanted to talk. To both of you."
Hitomi shifted slightly, frost crystals forming along the edge of the bed where her right hand rested. "About Midoriya."
It wasn't a question. Momo nodded.
"Figured this conversation was coming," Camie said, settling back in her chair. "Though I didn't expect it quite this soon."
"The tournament will end soon," Momo said. "And with it, our opportunity to speak privately."
Hitomi's gaze dropped to her hands. "What exactly is there to discuss?"
"The fact that all three of us have feelings for the same person," Momo stated directly, her voice steady despite the warmth creeping up her neck. "And what we intend to do about it."
The temperature around Hitomi dropped several degrees. "I never said—"
"You didn't have to," Camie interrupted gently. "It's pretty obvious, Ice Queen."
Hitomi's jaw tightened, a flicker of irritation crossing her features before she regained control. "Fine," she conceded. "I find him... interesting."
"Interesting," Camie repeated. "Sure."
"The point," Momo continued, sensing Hitomi's growing discomfort, "is that we need to address this situation maturely."
Camie cocked her head. "Yaomomo, we already had our talk. You said you were going to ask Izu on a date after the festival. Has something changed?"
"No," Momo said quickly. "But that was before I realized Todoroki also..." She trailed off, glancing at Hitomi.
"Also finds him 'interesting'?" Camie supplied.
Hitomi sighed, a small puff of frost escaping her lips. "Let's not dance around this. Yes, I have feelings for Midoriya. Unexpected as that may be."
"Not that unexpected," Camie murmured.
Hitomi shot her a cold look. "The question is what happens now. Utsushimi is already his girlfriend. You," she nodded toward Momo, "apparently plan to ask him out. And I..." She paused, uncertainty flickering across her usually composed features. "I don't know what I want."
"That's not true," Camie said softly. "You know exactly what you want. You're just scared to admit it."
Hitomi didn't deny it. Instead, she stared at her hands, where small ice crystals formed and melted in a continuous cycle.
"So," Momo said carefully, "how does this work? Practically speaking."
Camie stretched, her uniform pulling tight across her curves. "Well, first things first—I've got girlfriend priority. Been there since before UA, so I'm calling first wife status."
"First wife?" Momo's eyes widened. "That's rather presumptuous, don't you think?"
"Realistic," Camie corrected. "You've seen how girls look at him. And some teachers."
"Midnight," Hitomi muttered.
"Exactly." Camie nodded. "Look, I'm not saying we're all getting married tomorrow. I'm saying if we're talking long-term, I'm not stepping aside."
Momo frowned. "My family would have... concerns about such an arrangement."
"And mine wouldn't?" Camie asked, raising an eyebrow.
"I don't give a damn what Endeavor thinks," Hitomi stated flatly. "His opinion ceased to matter the moment I entered UA."
Camie grinned. "That's the spirit."
Momo sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose. "We're getting ahead of ourselves. We don't even know if Midoriya would be interested in... this kind of relationship."
"Oh, he's interested," Camie said confidently.
Both girls turned to her.
"How can you be so sure?" Hitomi asked.
Camie hesitated, a thought flickering behind her eyes. For a moment, she seemed to consider saying something about Izuku's potential quirk—something she'd been pondering since noticing his effect on women. And how he is in bed. But she decided against it. They'd figure it out eventually.
"Trust me," she said instead. "He's interested."
The door swung open before either could respond. Queen strode in, her pristine nurse's uniform somehow making her extraordinary beauty even more striking. Her black hair fell in a perfect curtain, one side covering part of her face as she surveyed the room with sharp blue eyes.
"Well, well," she said, her gaze landing on Momo. "Another casualty of the exploding porcupine."
Momo straightened instinctively. "Just minor injuries."
Queen approached, her movements graceful despite her no-nonsense demeanor. "Let me be the judge of that." She pulled a pen light from her pocket, checking Momo's pupils. "Any dizziness? Nausea?"
"No."
"Pain scale?"
"Three out of ten."
Queen's perfectly shaped eyebrow arched skeptically. "Be honest."
Momo hesitated. "Seven."
"Hmm." Queen's fingers probed gently along Momo's ribs, noting her slight wince. "Bruised, not broken."
"He was... surprisingly restrained," Momo admitted.
"Growth," Queen muttered, moving to check Hitomi next. "And you, Frosty? How's the arm?"
Hitomi extended her left arm, where bandages covered the injuries she'd sustained during her match with Midoriya. "Healing."
Queen unwrapped the bandages examining the pink, newly healed skin beneath. "Recovery Girl did her magic, but you'll need to keep it moisturized. Injuries like this can leave the skin tight if not properly cared for."
"Noted," Hitomi said.
Queen rewrapped the arm. "No training for three days. And yes, that's an order." She glanced between the three girls, her sharp eyes missing nothing. "What's all this about, anyway? Secret club meeting?"
"Just girl talk," Camie said smoothly.
"Uh-huh." Queen clearly didn't believe her. "Girl talk that has Yaoyorozu looking like she's planning a corporate takeover, Todoroki frosting my bedsheets, and you looking like the cat that ate the canary. Sure."
Momo felt heat rise to her cheeks. "We were discussing—"
"Midoriya," Queen finished for her. "Obviously." She sighed, crossing her arms. "You know he's about to fight in the final match, right? Against a human hand grenade?"
"We're aware," Hitomi said coolly.
The TV screen caught Queen's attention, showing Izuku and Bakugo in their respective preparation rooms. Izuku sat cross-legged on a bench, eyes closed in meditation, while Bakugo paced like a caged animal, small explosions popping from his palms.
"Those two have history." Queen murmured, watching the split screen.
"You know about them?" Momo asked, surprised.
Queen shrugged, her perfect posture never faltering. "Recovery Girl's assistant hears things. Plus, anyone with eyes can see it. Those two orbit each other like binary stars—locked in mutual gravity, always pulling, always pushing."
On screen, Izuku opened his eyes. Even through the camera, his gaze held an intensity that made Momo's breath catch. This wasn't the composed class representative or the patient, kind man she knew. This was a warrior preparing for battle.
"He's going to win," Hitomi said quietly, her mismatched eyes fixed on the screen.
"Confidence," Queen noted. "Interesting, considering he just put you through the wringer."
Hitomi didn't respond, her gaze never leaving the screen.
Queen checked her watch. "Match starts in ten minutes. I've got to get back to the medical station." She pointed at Momo and Hitomi in turn. "You two—rest, hydrate. Doctor's orders."
She swept from the room as quickly as she'd entered, leaving a lingering scent of antiseptic and subtle perfume in her wake.
"She's like a beautiful hurricane," Camie said once the door closed.
Momo nodded absently, her attention still on the TV. "We should talk about practical matters."
"Like?" Camie prompted.
"Like how we avoid turning this into a competition," Momo said. "If we're all... interested in Midoriya, we need ground rules."
Hitomi turned from the screen. "Such as?"
"No sabotage," Momo stated firmly. "No manipulating situations to exclude others. No lies or misrepresentations."
"Agreed," Camie said immediately. "Total honesty between us."
Hitomi nodded slowly. "Reasonable."
"And," Momo continued, "we need to consider Midoriya's feelings in all this. He gets a say—the primary say—in what happens."
"Of course," Camie agreed. "Izu makes his own choices. Always has."
"What about public appearances?" Hitomi asked suddenly.
Momo frowned. "True. Discretion would be necessary, especially given the media attention we'll all receive after the Sports Festival."
"Plus," Camie added, "we don't want to throw Izu to the wolves right away. Can you imagine the headlines? 'First year UA Student Forms Harem'?"
"It's not a harem," Momo objected, her cheeks flushing.
"Three girls, one guy," Camie counted on her fingers. "Pretty sure that's the definition."
"It's a potential polyamorous arrangement," Momo corrected primly.
On screen, Izuku stood, rolling his shoulders as he prepared to head to the arena. His movements were fluid, controlled—the coiled readiness of a predator before the hunt.
"We should watch from the stands," Momo suggested, rising from the bed. "I'd like to observe the match up close."
"For academic reasons, I'm sure," Camie teased, getting to her feet as well.
Hitomi stood last, adjusting her uniform with precise movements. "I'm curious to see how he handles Bakugo."
"Violently," Camie predicted as they headed for the door. "Those two have been on a collision course since day one."
"You think Bakugo still resents him for the battle trial?" Momo asked as they stepped into the corridor.
Camie shook her head. "Nah, this goes way deeper."
"And Midoriya?" Hitomi asked quietly.
"Izu?" Camie considered this as they walked. "He needs to close the book. Ten years of history doesn't disappear overnight. This fight is about moving forward."
They emerged into the stadium proper, the roar of the crowd washing over them. The concrete platform stood ready in the center of the field, Cementoss seated regally at its edge. The stands were packed, a sea of faces all focused on the impending battle.
"There," Momo pointed to a section where their classmates had gathered. Kirishima waved enthusiastically when he spotted them.
As they made their way to their seats, the stadium lights dimmed, and Present Mic's voice boomed over the speakers:
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! IT'S TIME FOR THE MOMENT YOU'VE ALL BEEN WAITING FOR! THE GRAND FINALE OF THE UA SPORTS FESTIVAL FIRST-YEAR TOURNAMENT!"
The crowd erupted as spotlights swept dramatically across the stadium.
"IN THE RED CORNER, THE EXPLOSIVE POWERHOUSE OF CLASS 1-A! HE'S BLOWN AWAY ALL COMPETITION WITH DEVASTATING FORCE! KATSUKI BAKUGO!"
Bakugo emerged from the tunnel, his face set in a determined scowl. No showboating, no grandstanding—just focused intensity as he approached the platform.
"AND IN THE BLUE CORNER, THE PHENOMENON WHO'S TAKEN THIS FESTIVAL BY STORM! THE MARTIAL ARTS MASTER IZUKU MIDORIYA!"
Izuku stepped into the light, his expression calm but alert.
Momo, Camie, and Hitomi reached their classmates just as the finalists took their positions at opposite ends of the platform.
"Cutting it close," Jiro commented as they squeezed into the remaining seats. "Thought you might miss the start."
"Not a chance fam." Camie said, her eyes never leaving the arena.
Below, Midnight stepped between the competitors, her whip raised dramatically. "This is the final match of the tournament! The winner claims first place in the UA Sports Festival! Are both fighters ready?"
Bakugo's hands crackled with small explosions. "Ready."
Izuku simply nodded, settling into a loose fighting stance.
"Then," Midnight declared, bringing her whip down with a crack, "BEGIN!"