Chapter 6:

(Two years later)

I just turned six two weeks ago. I was happy, I was free, but most importantly, I was full of cake.

What a good life I lived, too bad it's all about to be ruined because I have to go to elementary school now. I researched what preschool I was going to beforehand to check if it was the one in Musutafa where Bakugou and Midoriya should be going. After a few hours, I realized I was an idiot. I live nowhere near Musutafa. I live in Toyohashi, for god's sake.

So here I am shopping with Momo for any supplies I need, which entails giving me things to buy. Why? I have no idea what an elementary schooler needs, and who am I to deny Momo's cute face every time it lights up in excitement at the stationary section. I explained that I would bring myself, my uniform, a pen and maybe a pencil. Her reply?

"That's unacceptable, Sakuya; we have to prepare for every situation. We are stepping into a greater level of education, and we should be fully prepared to take advantage of it. Now, let's go shopping!"

When questioned if she just wanted to go shopping the entire time and didn't want to do it alone, she had the decency to look sheepish at being caught out. So, not seeing anything harmful about it, I agreed to go shopping with her. Right now, she's explaining the different types of pencils and their uses.

My ass didn't even know there were different types of pencils. I thought there was a regular wooden pencil, a mechanical pencil, and that was it. Oh, how wrong I was if Momo's joyous ramblings are anything to go by. I just nodded along now and then with a smile on my face, engaging in her ramblings with minor remarks now and then to keep her entertained. I was a bit envious, though. Pencils managed to get this reaction out of her while I didn't? I have to admit; it's a wound on my pride I'm not sure will ever fully heal. I might snap a pencil or two when I get home, depending on how petty I feel later. I was soon snapped out of my pencil induced envy when Momo started ushering me over to the eraser section,

"Which one are you interested in, Sakuya? I can't decide, so I'll choose whatever you choose so we can match!"

'Agh, Momo, my heart, it hurts, you're too damn sweet.'

I look over the selection, and nothing stands out to me, but I see her eyes flickering over to a pair of small hearts, one purple, the other blue. Both coming together to form one larger eraser when slotted in one another. Reaching over and picking it up I between my thumb and forefinger and showing it to her,

"I think this one is perfect for us both, Mo-chan. Don't you think so?"

"Un! Now we have to go and get a school bag that can fit it all, so come on."

She grasped my hand, intertwining her fingers with mine. She tried to keep a confident expression on her face as she did so, but the more our fingers melded, the more embarrassed she became. Soon, she hit levels of blushing I never thought possible. We slowly walked to the bag section, located at the other end of the store, enjoying each other's presence as we moved along. Eventually, we reached the bag section. Momo suggested that we try on the bags we were interested in; however, she didn't want to let go of my hand. It was quite the predicament for the six-year-old in question. She didn't want to let go of the warmth she felt inside her when she held my hand. Noticing her inner dilemma, I spoke up,

"You should try on the bags, Mo-chan. You wouldn't want an uncomfortable bag for our entire school year, would you? Plus, you can hold my hand after we're done modeling; it's not like my hand will stop existing if you let go."

She pondered for a bit before nodding to herself and reluctantly letting go. She didn't want to sacrifice any future comfort for a few more minutes holding hands. She didn't know why but when her hand left Sakuya's, her chest felt uncomfortable. She would have to ask her mother about this feeling later; maybe she has heartburn. Not having any time to think any longer as she spotted a black quilt and stud backpack that caught her fancy. We tried them on, and after finding them to our needs, we purchased them. The cashier was quite beyond shocked at seeing a little girl pull out a black card for payment, and he didn't bother questioning it. He completed the transaction nonetheless.

I still couldn't believe how sheltered Momo was as she was amazed and had her curiosity piqued at everyday things. She didn't know what an ice cream stand was, and when I told her what it was called, she replied with a tilt of her head,

"Ice cream can stand? But it doesn't have any legs. How could it stand?"

She was genuinely confused and thought ice cream was a sentient being that was alive all this time. She almost started crying, remembering all the times she ate ice cream before thinking she killed it. I quickly reassured her it was just a place that sells ice cream and that no, ice cream isn't alive. After all that, we ended up eating some ice cream granted; she did try to talk to it to make doubly sure it wasn't alive before taking a lick. Upon finishing our ice creams, I called over our bodyguards that were tailing us for the entire trip and told them we were ready to head home. Momo and I walked hand in hand, wearing our new bags, to the car and even when inside only letting go of each other to do our seatbelts before promptly reconnecting.

Soon enough we made it to Momo's house, where I'm staying the night, we unpacked and went in for dinner. I am still amazed till this day at how much the Yaoyorozu family eats. Well, it's to be expected all of their quirks tax their body in some aspect or the other so an increased food intake is a great solution to the problem. Doesn't mean that I'm over the surreal sight of a baby Momo wolfing down a pile of food bigger than her head in record time. I just chose to sit back and ignore the bizarre sight sipping on my glass of choccy milk. Dinner was over quickly so Momo and I headed off to the baths. Momo made me a pair of silk pajamas that matched her own ones but in a light blue instead of red. While rinsing off the sweat we built up shopping Momo asked me a question I didn't expect this early on,

"Sakuya, what do you want to do in the future?"

"I-I'm not sure, I would like to take over the family business but I would like to do my own thing as well, you know? Not just be stuck doing one thing my entire life as it was predestined to be, maybe being a hero or something along those lines."

"Mhm, I'd like to be a hero too… I just don't think I'd be good enough."

"I'm sure you would make a great hero Mo-chan, your quirk is suuuuper versatile and cool and you're smart too. You'd make a great hero and If you want, I'll be there right by your side the entire time."

"Thank you Sakuya, that means a lot to me, more than you'd know. Now you get into the bath first and I'll join you soon."

So I did, I got into the bath and soon after Momo got in. Not at the opposite end she sat in between my legs and leaned back onto my chest. Before I could fully comprehend the situation at hand she started talking in a solemn tone,

"You know Sakuya, a lot of people compare us. The two big heiresses. I-I don't know how to feel about it. People always have such nice things to say about you but I don't ever hear them complimenting me for me instead of my lineage," I wrapped my hands around her waist as I could hear the tears hitting the bath water, drop by agonising drop, "You might not know but at my 5th birthday party when you couldn't come because you were sick. People cared more about your absence than my presence, that hurt. They came to my birthday, yet they weren't there for me. Am I such a bad person to want people to care and notice me for me? Is it too much to ask?"

Holding her tighter against me, nestling my head in her neck, I started, "No, no it isn't... You deserve all the care and attention in the world Mo-chan. You deserve to be recognised as your own person, you deserve a lot, but sadly people are dummies. They aren't people that care for you, not like me, not like your parent's. Sadly, most of them are probably business partners or people looking to be one that turned up for your birthdays. They only looked for me because I humour them a little whenever they ask, never accepting or caring about anything they say. As I said before Mo-chan, I'll always be right here by your side. Maybe not always in the bath, but you get the point."

She finally turned to me, revealing her tear stained cheeks and puffy eyes. Pulling her head into my chest before she started sobbing fully. A few minutes later her sobbing quieted down before getting a shaky, "T-Thank y-you so much." Stroking her back to try and instill a sense of comfort so she could pull herself together. She finally quieted down fully and her chest stopped heaving, assuming she was alright I suggested that we finally dry and get ready for bed.

Rolling into the middle of the king size bed in my new PJs I lie down and get ready to sleep. Momo, seeing this, decided to turn off the lights before crawling up next to me, resting her head on my chest and hugging my torso. I let the little koala do what she wanted as she's had a long day and is emotionally exhausted before drifting off.