Poor Monoma, the angel that fell...
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Poor Monoma, the angel that fell...
@ua-monoma

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Left on top of the bundle of presents already left there by other people is a sparkly green package, wrapped with silly wallpaper covered in little lizards and dinosaurs. Inside is a bundle of shirts, a light pink one, a light blue and a black one. The pink one reads "GO CREATI!", the blue "GO LIZARDY!" and the black, a complicated and beautiful graphic of both their names with matching logos. A picture with Setsu wearing the Creati shirt tops it, the back saying "HAPPY BDAY! To you + to us š"
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Momo opens the gift wrapping carefully, almost smiling at the tiny reptilians that smile at her on the paper. When she takes in the designs of the shirts, she feels something in her chest ache - a feeling that is all at once so distant and yet so, soĀ familiar. A lone tear runs down her cheek as she runs her thumb over the picture of Setsuna wearing the matching shirt.
Within the next hour, sheās resigned from her internship in France and is boarding a plane back to Japan.
@ua-setsuna
(ua-kazutomiki). SMS: Mr. Aizawa, may I ask for your help? Well, seeing as the internships are going up and running, I wonder if it's fine if we... Uh... trained? I wanted to train with you. Uh, not that I wanted to have an internship with you, it's just, uh,, it's fine if we can't do it now! We could do it later! Is it fine with you? Sorry for intruding if you were in the middle of your job.
There is no issue with reaching out. Training will begin in earnest after orientation. If you have any specific requests, I am available.
@ua-kazutomiki
So... How do you feel about the simulation, Aizawa?
Itās bullshit.
The whole thing.
Traumatizing students under the excuse of preparation? Itās not just morally wrong, itās illogical. Push people too hard and they will either break or push back.
There is also a new explanation that the worst of the trauma is some secret villain. Far too convenient. No matter what happens I wonāt buy into this goddamn bullshit.
I wish Iād been able to stop it.
[Prompt: Muse is unable to control emotions for three asks - 2/3]
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Ah, yes... I apologize that itās taken me so long to return to U.A... There were some issues with paperwork and the like, but Iām happy to be back now. Thank you for your continual support. Iāll do my best to ensure that I wonāt let you down in the future.

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september 23 | evening
Momoās been in France for nearly a month now. Today is her birthday, and if her grandfather hadnāt surprised her with a sudden visit, she wonders if she would have forgotten. Heās brought with him an assortment of gifts that had apparently been left for her, as well as some personal ones he had chosen for himself. And when he looks at her, his eyes beam with a certain degree of pride that she doesnāt think sheās seen in ages; he laughs at the sight of her, remarks at how much sheās grown, how much honor sheās brought to her family, what her current actions mean for the current status of the Yaoyorozu legacy...Ā
And thereās a piece of her that has to hold back tears at his praise because it all feels so, so wrong.
That part of her has grown smaller now though. Nearly nonexistent. In a country far away from her closest friends and family, with only the support of the Hero Commission and her distant relatives to give her any solace, that part of her has whittled away into scarcely anything at all. She wonders if that thought should sadden her.
Touma looks a little uncomfortable for a moment and excuses himself to the bathroom.
When he returns with a noticeable lump in his pocket, thereās a curiosity sparkling in his eyes and he looks at her. Really looks at her. Momo wonders when was the last time someone actually had.
āSweetheart⦠Is there something youāre not telling me?ā
august 12 | evening.
Itās an awkward situation to say the least.
Mayumi and Ichirou sit at opposite ends of the dining table, doing everything they can to avoid looking one another in the eye. Theyāve made it a point to continue acting as though everythingās okayāfor Momoās sake, they continue to insist, though at this point its more for their own than herās. Appearances have always been their everything and that much shouldnāt have to change. So they continue to play the respective roles of loving husband and wife, doting mother and father, with masks of carefully painted porcelain and smiles that never truly reach their eyes. Itās been fairly easy to do; Ichirou had already been spending nights at the office even before their big fight, and Momo had planned to stay in Musutafu to be closer to her internship. Their interactions have been minimal at best.
Which is what makes this whole thing feel even worse.
august 16 | morning
Itās been three days since Momo arrived back home. She hasnāt left her room and she hasnāt said a word since her return. Her parents are forced to leave food outside her doorstep in the hopes that sheāll at least eat something, but their hopes are always dashed.
Until that fateful morning.