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kitanoko · 4 years
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tdmm mafia AU part 2
Note: Here it is!! I enjoyed writing this part HEHEHE. (More notes at the bottom)
A step out the door to the luscious garden was a step back to reality. Momo immediately lets go of his hand; the act was over for now. Without realizing it, the toll of acting as if they’ve known each other for years was getting to them. Todoroki gestures for her to sit at the swing near the porch. She fidgets with the cold rusty chain between her fingers. It was a breezy night, very nice and relaxing, a huge contrast to how it is inside.
Wow, she thinks, 3 weeks passed by in a heartbeat.
Momo had to admit she’d somewhat grown to like to talk to Midoriya, grown to know when to laugh at Bakugou’s antics, and grown to…
She looks at the man standing in front of her whose face goes back to his usual stiff expression. He’s admiring the moon.
“It’s probably a good time to let you know what’s going on.” He begins and rubs his neck out of habit. Todoroki turns to face her and notices her slight shiver. Momo was busy kicking the pile of rocks under her feet when he walks over the swing and places his coat around her shoulders. She jumps slightly at the surprisingly caring gesture and nods a thanks. He wasn’t that much taller than her but his aura feels so much more powerful. His shadow freezes her in her place.
“I was talking to the woman earlier because…she was an informant.” He continues. Momo’s jaw go slack and was about to ask something but decides to listen instead.
“I’m working with the Federal police to get Shigaraki arrested once and for all.”
Momo was shocked at the news; doesn’t that mean Todoroki was in trouble as well? After all, they’re both criminals; one may have outdone the other but nonetheless…
Her thoughts stop and a tug plucks at her heartstrings.
Todoroki’s deep voice resonates through her once again, something she’s still not used to, and she feels what it was that had made people so afraid of him in the first place. He was emotionless and blunt – not like at the party. He was a good actor.
Momo grows solemn.
Todoroki had to do what his life had set for him and she was just one of the obstacles that he had to overcome. It reminded her again how their façade had to end sooner or later.
After all, they were from different walks of life. So different that to her, they might as well be from two ends of the universe.
“And this is why I need to know what you were doing there on the night of the incident. You still haven’t said a word about it.”
Momo straightens and fixes the coat around her. They were still acquaintances. It felt wrong to trust him but also she had owed him twice for her life. She takes a deep breath.
“I was there to find clues for the whereabouts of my father. I had someone who’s been investigating for me, and I had to be there to see for myself.”
She gulps. “And…I saw him, on Shigaraki’s boat.”
Todoroki’s eyes widen.
“Your father works for Shigaraki?”
That somehow made her blood boil. His accusing tone. As if her father was just as dirty as the rest of them. Momo stood up instinctively, standing in front of Todoroki with an air of defiance. Thanks to her heels, she was leveled with him.
“My father is a well-respected man. He would never ever work for the mafia!”
Todoroki’s lips thinned and pulls his raven black tie a little to let a bit of air in his lungs. It was clear to him what she had meant.
“Then how do you explain his presence on his boat? At Shigaraki’s side?”
“I don’t know but I will find out!” Momo wanted to tear up now, but there’s no way she’d show him her weak side. She didn’t want to look at him and turns around, hands tight and numb.“I haven’t seen him for years. For 15 years to be exact and if you had a smidge of human decency, you’d understand how much I want to know! If I could give anything…”
She sits back down and clenches her teeth. How dare he, she thought as she gripped harder on the hem of her dress – if she could, she would give anything to have her parents back.
Todoroki stays silent for awhile and Momo realizes. From the side of her peripheral vision, she sees him hover over her, a hand on her shoulder. The sparkle on her fake engagement ring catches her attention and she sighs.
The ring was beautiful – platinum regal setting with a teardrop emerald and diamonds all around. There was significant weight to it, and she remembered the night when Todoroki casually handed it to her right before she had gone to bed. It wasn’t a romantic gesture but it made her wonder how and where he got the ring. She could only hope it wasn’t stolen property or contraband of some kind. She sighs again.
“Why…” her voice was barely audible, “why are you letting me stay with you. Why don’t you just let me go home. It’s been three weeks, I’m sure things have died down now. The engagement…” Momo’s voice slows, “it’s easy to just tell others you’ve separated from your fiancee, I’m certain. And I can go back to being a preschool teacher. Wouldn’t me living with your guards outside be the same?”
Todoroki’s hand on her shoulder doesn’t let go. She felt as if he was thinking how to organize his words in a proper way. Momo was utterly puzzled. Why did it seem like what happened to her mattered at all to him.
“I want to do something right for once. To pay for my father’s sins, or the sins of my family. I want to have a new life, an honest life. I saw you on the pier and I knew I couldn’t let another innocent life end in front of me.”
Momo closed her eyes. “So I’m just one of your pet projects. One of the things you check on your bucket list.”
He twitches a finger. “No, that’s not what I meant.”
“Todoroki,” her voice regains its gentleness, “It’s strange how you treat me. Like I’m a friend. It confuses me. One day you treat me like you own me. Telling me how I can’t go back, telling me what’s best for me even though I’ve just met you. And the next, you’d make me feel almost…special.”
Momo stops abruptly and stands up, right fingers gingerly twisting and pulling out the ring she had worn on her left. The way his eyes squinted told her he wasn’t sure what she was trying to say.
“Here,” The girl says and gives him a small but melancholic smile. He holds out his hand and the ring, still warm, rocks a bit in his palm as Momo drops it back to its original owner. “I’m done. I’m returning home tomorrow and I hope you respect my wishes.”
~~
The way back was quiet. They didn’t speak a word to each other and the first thing Momo does when she goes home is curl in her bed like she had done the first week she was here. She had nothing to pack, nothing that she needed to take. Tonight would be the last night here, and then she’d be able to see her friends again. Aizawa had been worried sick, calling her often, and Momo would talk to him whenever she had her phone. She knew the three had checked her call history but they didn’t seem to care. She had agreed with Aizawa to only take action if she hadn’t called for over 2 days She squirms on her bed and held her blanket tight. How great would it be, Momo thinks, back to popcorn and movie night with Jirou, and back to seeing her students again.
She remembers Midoriya telling her to not worry about her job; they have people working in the school board, fabricating just the right story so they’d allow her to go on sabbatical. Not that she was worried about her income, it was just overall fulfilling for her to teach and raise the next generation.
Momo ponders if she’d miss Midoriya and Bakugou and after an hour of just laying there, Momo drifts off to sleep and dreams of her parents.
~~
“Yo two-face, where’s ponytail?!” Bakugou yelled as he kicks open the door to Todoroki’s office. Todoroki rubs his temples and the blond notices the ring sitting inside the jewelry box, opened in front of the mafia boss.
Bakugou cocked a brow and stuffs his hands in his pocket, noticing the silence. Not even a grunt from Todoroki. Strange.
“She fcking said she wanted to learn how to make late night snacks and I got all the ingredients ready, don’t fcking tell me she went to sleep!”
Still nothing from Todoroki. The mafia boss just closes his eyes and stashes the ring back. The drawer remains open and he thumbs the rim of the mahogany wood. Todoroki could see his glock resting in the deep crevice of the drawer.
Bakugou turns around and holds the door open a bit. “YO,” he booms, “DICKU, COME HERE. HALF-N-HALF’S DYING.”
“WHAT?” Midoriya scrambles in, face in horror but relaxes when he sees Todoroki sitting there. “Oh. Okay you scared me for a second, Kacchan!”
Bakugou snickers and shoves the door closed after Midoriya enters.
“I’m not dying,” Todoroki finally speaks.
The green-haired man strides over to the desk. “You okay, Todoroki-kun? You seem troubled. If it’s about the next operation, we –“
“Momo’s leaving tomorrow.”
Both Bakugou and Midoriya exchange glances.
“Leaving? What the fck? It’s Dicku’s lame ass jokes scaring her away isn’t it.”
“What, stop blaming me, Kacchan!”
Todoroki takes a sip of his whiskey and slams it down unknowingly. His friends stop their back and forth bickering and could feel Todoroki’s irritated gaze.
Bakugou was the first to break the silence.
“You were staring at that ring. What happened tonight.”
It sounded unusually levelheaded coming from the hothead.
“Momo and I had a discussion and she said she wanted to go home. It makes sense, after all, we can’t keep her prisoner forever. I just thought that I was doing the right thing.”
Midoriya rests his arm on his desk. “Todoroki-kun, you were doing the right thing. We know you’ve been wanting to change things around here. Walk on the right path for once. But it makes sense for her to get her life back. We can send bodyguards to watch over whenever she needs.”
The white and red haired man tenses his shoulders and his expression stones. “I know.”
Bakugou’s alarming red eyes bore into his.
“If you know then why are you grieving as if she fcking got murdered.”
“I’m not grieving.”
“Ya you fcking are. You do know that she’s not your actual fcking fiancee right? Don’t tell me you want to live the lie, or have you fallen that hard. She’s a normal otherwise annoying woman who laughs when she shouldn’t and fcking for fck’s sake can barely cook instant noodles.”
The vein on Todoroki’s neck pulses and Midoriya holds a hand in front of him as if to stop whatever his friend was going to do next. Todoroki wanted so badly to explain himself.
“We’ve become something different. Something I’m not sure of myself, but it’s not the same as it was. Momo felt unique. She wasn’t scared of me, of us. Her fear came from knowing she wouldn’t be able to return to her friends.”
Todoroki wanted to go on but it was like a lump had lodged in his throat. The whiskey still lingered and the heat was getting to him. He needed to cool off before he punches something.
Bakugou was not having it. He crosses his arm as if to invite him to tear him apart. “You know I’m right, you fcking moron. She’s a ticking time bomb waiting to get lured out by Shigaraki. You can either fcking tell her how you’ve become a wuss for her or you can watch her go. I’m gonna head out, you can sleep on it.”
And with that, Midoriya and Todoroki watch Bakugou stomp out, the halls echoing. The green-haired man sends his friend a sympathetic gaze. Todoroki hated the burn in his chest. He was so used to snapping his fingers and getting whatever he wanted. But somehow, this was totally new.
Before Midoriya could say another word of encouragement, Todoroki crashes back down on his chair, head aching. He eyed the contents beside him once more and slams the drawer to a close.
Notes: I really like the idea of bakugou and momo being friends, I’ve always wanted him to teach her how to cook. Momo always relied on take-out or Jirou’s cooking; she tries but fails a lot. And also here you can see how todomomo isn’t really working out; I wanted them to sorta struggle, you know? Momo was attracted to his looks but with him overall, she’s not so sure. She was semi-jealous of him talking to another woman but it was more so because of all the attention he’s given her recently. Happy to hear your thoughts!
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