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Momo keeps her arms around her tucked knees, watching her guard with watery eyes.
She’s cold, the scratchy blanket around her shoulders is thin and rough and she’s never had one so uncomfortable before.
The room’s door slams open and she flinches as three more men come in, one of them, in a suit, she recognizes as the one who had given all of these men orders earlier.
“Is that brat giving any trouble?” he barks out, harsh. Momo tries to shrink in on herself, make herself smaller.
She hides her face in her knees as the people holding her prisoner continue talking about her. How much she’s worth. How they’re still trying to negotiate with her family’s lawyers. How fussy they’re apparently being.
Momo thinks about how much fat the cake she ate earlier had. How she could probably use that. How it’s the only thing she can use because she may be the daughter of the Yaoyorozu family but without her parents around, she’s just a kid in a nice skirt and she can’t do anything, not without her quirk.
But she can’t use her quirk. That’s not allowed. Fighting with a quirk is illegal unless you’re a hero. More than that, fighting and breaking the rules is unladylike, and she’s supposed to grow up to be a lady. Fighting and breaking rules aren’t ideas she should even entertain, right?
“Oi, brat, get up!” one of her abductors yells. Momo looks up to see a man reaching for her and squeals.
He starts dragging her out of the room and then down a hall by her arm.
Before they could get very far, however, the wall at the end of the hallway bursts open.
“Shit! You said they were ten minutes away!” the man yells at one of his subordinates.
Before anyone can respond however, a figure dashes out from the dust cloud at the end of the hall.
Momo watches a lithe form run around the walls in a spiral, avoiding bullets, then pierce like a spear, launching from the wall, feet-first to kick one of her captors into the two behind him.
In the next moment, the hero, who else could it be, is on the other side of the hall, and the last subordinate is smashed into the wall with a deceptively gentle-looking push.
Finally, as the man holding her starts trying to drag her, the hero throws a knife into the man’s arm in a smooth motion, causing him to let her go.
In the next moment, he’s on the ground and handcuffed, and the hero is kneeling down to look at Momo more closely.
“Hello there, young one. Don’t worry, I’m here to save you,” the hero says, voice lilting and melodic and Momo can’t help but gaze in awe.
Another two heroes come through the hole in the wall and move around them as the first hero picks her up and starts walking down the hallway, towards the hole.
“You’ve been very brave. But now it’s time for you to go home, yes?” the hero says, smiling at her.
Momo blushes at the sight, at the knowledge that this hero with whatever quirk, can come into a scene, destroy a wall, defeat numerous bad guys in moments, then tend to a child in need with such grace and politeness.
This hero is dignified and elegant and Momo hopes she can grow up to be similar.
She hopes, more than she hopes to be a worthy daughter of the Yaoyorozu family, that she can maybe become a hero.