6 Party Time (2)

"Why did you talk to me?"

"Oh, I found it amusing for you to eat so much. Is it related to your quirk?"

As if a light bulb clicked over her head, she remembered her original goal, for which she walked over here.

Momo was clumsy. A bit erratic too.

But she found someone that seemed to have a condition similar to hers. 

Because of her quirk, she had to devour a lot of food. Which would in turn be made into other objects.

She found a strange kinship in another foodie, like Masato. 

In the first place, she wasn't arrogant enough to decide who was invited and who wasn't since it wasn't even her party but an NPO-organized charity gala. She was just lonely. 

It was the curse of the girl who was destiny to be a foodie for life. Hated by those who were jealous of her streamline figure, even after stuffing herself full and some more.

"In a way, my food intake is related to my quirk."

Of course, Masato was talking about 'Hachimon Tonkou'. Though devouring habits may also have something to do with the delicious food.

"What's your quirk?"

"Creation. It allows me to make any non-living thing as long as I know the molecular structure. But it uses the lipids in my body to make them so I need to keep eating on a regular basis."

Masato snorted at that cheat-like power. Couldn't she make nuclear bombs as long as she knew the molecular structure and had enough juice?

"You must be pretty smart then. I can't even remember the molecular structure of my food. Wait, what happens when you use [Creation] to create food?"

Momo was baffled by that question. 

She never really thought about it that way. Since she didn't need to. 

'Hmm~ It may be useful for my allies if we get stuck in a dangerous place, without any source of food or water. But will my allies even be willing to eat the food or drink the water that came out of my body?'

That question had only positive answers. Looking at her, one may even destroy their food reserves to eat her 'home-made' food.

"Thanks for your input, Anzai-san."

"You're welcome."

With a smirk on his face, Masato felt quite proud to help the main cast of the plot.

For someone who couldn't even remember Toga Himiko, he acted too arrogant.

"What's your quirk?"

"Hachimon Tonkou. It's a quirk that allows me to open up my true potential."

Though the last gate leads to death.

The second half of the sentence remained unsaid.

It wasn't really appropriate to show his suicidal tendencies in such a party. That would embarrass Kaito and Masato had already promised not to do so.

"I see. So you need a lot of calories to open up your potential 'gates'?"

"No, I eat to train. I can't open up my gates unless my body is strong enough to withstand it."

Momo nodded, noting the strange quirk in her mind.

There were many kinds of quirks so she didn't find it strange for some self-harmful quirks to exist. In the main story, even Midoriya Izuku's quirk was self-harming in the starting plot.

"Who did you come with, Yat-Yako-Momo?"

"Huh!?"

Momo was taken back by that creepily close way of calling.

In Japan, most people started out by using family names and adding a honorific suffix to it, like '-san' or '-kun'.

Certain of the fact that Masato wasn't close to her, Momo noticed that he was just too concentrated on food to even flirt with her.

It was mostly because Yaoyorozu was a handful to say to someone who called others by 'Kid 1' and 'Kid 2'. And one couldn't expect suicidal maniac to be respectful.

***

"Achoo!"

'Did someone diss me?'

Just as I was about to rub my nose, a sheet of tissue entered my field of vision.

"You can use this."

Momo seemed awfully non-chalant about creating tissue from her body. Well, she must have been used to it.

"Thank you, tissue."

Using the tissue, I cleaned my nose before hurtling it towards the dustbin.

"I think you mean 'thank you for the tissue', Anzai-san."

For some weird reason, Momo corrected the wrong grammar.

Too bad, I didn't care.

So she was the supporting character and one of the genius heroes? I didn't really want to mix with the story as long as I could die while fighting AFO.

"I wasn't wrong. I was calling your nickname, Tissue."

Dusting my hands, I blatantly gave her a nickname. She shouldn't have hurt my pride in grammar.

Now, she will pay for it.

Baffled, Momo didn't understand whether it was meant to a sign of closeness or insult.

Once again, she didn't actually have any friends, being taught in a high-class household. She was always expected to hold up etiquette and honor, not getting close to anyone or having any real friends.

'Is this what they call a 'playful banter'? He's good at socializing.'

Her mind was among one of the geniuses of this era. Unfortunately, her eyes were rotten.

"You seem good at socializing, Anzai-san."

What about my rotten, brown eyes and neatly-set hair seemed socia-Was it the make-up? 

'This suit does make me look sociable.'

Note, it was a tuxedo, with a black bowtie.

The fact that I mistook a tux for a suit, showed how green I actually was in such events.

"Thanks, Tissue."

"Huh?"

"That's going to be name. Wasn't that settled?"

'Was it? When did I ever consent?'

Naive. There was no other way to describle the young girl.

Even the worst criminal on death row gets to eat the food of his liking. 

On the other hand, I was a 'nice' suicidal maniac. There wasn't anything I couldn't get away with.

"I-I see. If I may be a bit bold, could you not call me 'Tiss-"

"Woah, is that Todoroki Shoto?"

Unlike Momo, the bright red-and-white hair style was easy to distinguish, even among a crowd. And that burn on his face... One could only say that they copied a certain fire bender.

"Ah~"

Momo didn't take any offense to the interruption and glanced at the boy too.

"I heard that he's Hero No. 2 Endeavor's youngest son. And has both the quirks of his parents. Half-hot, Half-cold. Some say that he's already on the level of pro heroes."

The explanation character started giving out a small introduction of the young boy in a suit. This time, it was actually a red suit with a tie.

"Thanks, Tissue."

"Yeah, about that nam-"

"Shall we go talk with him?"

While she was trying to change her nickname, preferably to a better one or hopefully not having one, I was only interested in one thing.

'Emo guy? That enough to ask the most important question of life. Would he like to commit a double-suicide?'

That cult bastard was at it again.

"Achoo!"

'Who the hell is dissing me?'

"Here."

Another tissue appeared from the palms of Momo.

She could really make a living as a magician. Or maybe even a kindergarden/elementary teacher.

Tissues were really useful during those days. Those nightmare-ish days.

"We shall part our ways here, Tissue. See you around."

Momo was left back. Sure, she tried to follow but there were a lot of 'hyenas' waiting for the beauty to be left alone. 

They took the opportunity and held her back, spewing sweet words to gain favor.

If Momo knew what was going to happen, she would have knocked out everybody around her and ran to subdue another boy.

Swiftly cruising through the crowd, I stepped before Shoto.

"Yo!"

'Time for an after-dinner workout.'

Shoto seemed a bit confused, not aware of how to deal with such a situation.

Certainly, his smile could kill a lot of young girls but was his quirk on par with his face? Shouldn't one try and test it out for once?

"Y-Yo!"

Although he didn't actually have to return the greeting, he tried his best to mingle. As he was ordered to.

"I heard that you want to be a hero."

Jumping straight to the point, a sadistic grin rose up on the corners of my lips.

".... Shouldn't you introduce yourself first?"

Just like his quirk name, this conversation was half-hot and half-cold.

"Masato, Anzai Masato."

"Todoroki Shoto."

"Then shall we fight?"

"???"

Never in his life did Shoto imagine his social skills to be so lacking. He couldn't follow the flow of the conversation. And that was scary since he believed himself to have 'high-level' communication skills.

'If I go home, I need to learn some personal skills. I don't understand what he's saying. Is 'fight' a new slang for something?'

Shoto was wrong to believe that his skills were lacking. At least, they were better than mine.

"Fight? You know-"

"Masato-san, what are you doing?"

A sweet, young voice crawled underneath my skin. Yes, like a shady snake.

"K-Kaito?"

There was no need to look back as that voice couldn't belong to anyone else.

It may seem happy at first glance but that tone was filled with rage.

'Didn't I tell you not to embarrass me?'

'I wasn't embarrassing you. It was just a....'

'A what?'

'A-a game.... between friends?'

The two of us were so in tune, that we almost spoke telepathically. That would be the case if one didn't hear us whisper those words.

"Why don't you look at me and say that again?"

"..... Can I plead the Fifth?"

"This isn't America and why are you so scared?"

"..... I wish I was Amercian."

Ah~ That free land of money and more money.

"Let's go home. Sorry about my friend here, Todoroki-san."

"No, it's fine."

With his blunt face, Shoto showed no signs of being alive. He was truly the best partner to die together with.

'If I can't get a fight, should I at least advertise death?'

"Stop thinking. I can hear your thoughts from here." 

Sadly, Kaito wouldn't allow any of it.

"And what happened to not embarrassing me?"

"Embarrassment is temporary but interests are eternal."

"... Ha~"

That's how the party ended.

.... Oh! And Momo was finally free from her admirers and searched around the place to find her new 'friend', only to be disappointed.