stop... talking about it...
                 âAHEM PLEASE FORGIVE ME! MY ACCOUNT                   WAS HACKED AND I NEEDED TO REBUILD IT!                   I WOULD APPRECIATE IT GREATLY IF YOU                   WOULD CONTINUE TO SPEAK TO ME HERE!â
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Send my muse one of the following for a memory.
đ„ - A memory in which they cried.
đ - A memory in which they smiled.
đšâđ©âđ§âđŠÂ - A family memory.
đ - A regretful memory.
đ Â - An intimate memory.
đ - A painful memory.
đ€ - A memory they wished never happened.
đ€ - A memory they wish could happen again.
đ - Their happiest memory.
đ§ - Their saddest memory.
đ€ - A memory in which they were hurt.
đŻ - A memory in which someone else was hurt.
đ€« - A memory they keep secret.
A few announcementsâŠ
I should be⊠trying to return to teaching in the coming week. A little late, which Iâm sorry for, but at the very least I will attempt to supervise the classes that are still being lead by my wonderful assisstants⊠@ua-reaper & @ua-kannazuki
I apologize for my absence and how long itâs been. I really should never let personal matters affect how you all are treated⊠Iâll do my best to ensure that everyone gets what they deserve for the rest of the year and the rest of their education at UA.
Thank you for readingâŠ
If you could choose anyone to study with in 1-B, mostly on the subject of science, who would it be and why?
Ah, I must admit... It feels like itâs been so long since Iâve seriously studied anything. Iâd be thankful if any of them were willing to study with me, all things considering...
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Ah, yes... I apologize that itâs taken me so long to return to U.A... There were some issues with paperwork and the like, but Iâm happy to be back now. Thank you for your continual support. Iâll do my best to ensure that I wonât let you down in the future.
(ua-setsuna) Remember I'm always here if you need to talk, okay... I'm here for you. I'm not mad about anything that happened today so please reach out if you need anyone.
I... Iâm sorry for responding to this so late, but... Setsuna... Really... Thank you so much for everything.
september 23 | evening
Momoâs been in France for nearly a month now. Today is her birthday, and if her grandfather hadnât surprised her with a sudden visit, she wonders if she would have forgotten. Heâs 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 doesnât think sheâs seen in ages; he laughs at the sight of her, remarks at how much sheâs grown, how much honor sheâs brought to her family, what her current actions mean for the current status of the Yaoyorozu legacy...Â
And thereâs 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, thereâs 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.
âSweetheart⊠Is there something youâre not telling me?â
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 đ"
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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, so 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, sheâs resigned from her internship in France and is boarding a plane back to Japan.
august 12 | evening.
Itâs 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. Theyâve made it a point to continue acting as though everythingâs okayâfor Momoâs sake, they continue to insist, though at this point its more for their own than herâs. Appearances have always been their everything and that much shouldnât 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. Itâs 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
Itâs been three days since Momo arrived back home. She hasnât left her room and she hasnât said a word since her return. Her parents are forced to leave food outside her doorstep in the hopes that sheâll at least eat something, but their hopes are always dashed.
Until that fateful morning.
august 12 | evening.
Itâs 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. Theyâve made it a point to continue acting as though everythingâs okayâfor Momoâs sake, they continue to insist, though at this point its more for their own than herâs. Appearances have always been their everything and that much shouldnât 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. Itâs 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.
You know, itâs a good thing Momo got the machete at orientation! She can definitely be trusted... right?
august 12 | afternoon.
Touma doesnât like to involve himself in the particulars anymore; as a retired CEO, he likes to imagine that such tasks are his sonâs responsibilities.
But heâs always believed that if you ever want something done properly that you have to do it yourself.
august 7 | evening.
After Momoâs turned in for the night and Ichirouâs left to cancel their daughterâs trip to France, Mayumiâfor the first time in a long timeâfinds herself kneeling at her bedside, praying. Sheâs not entirely sure if thereâs even a point, if sheâs even doing it right. She just wants some sort of validation that sheâs doing the right thing, that sheâs not damning her family to a fate worse than the one they had been following.
Mayumi doesnât move when the door opens, even though the sound of its opening and shutting is enough to stop the beating of her heart. The silence remains for a few moments, and she keeps her eyes shut as she continues to hurriedly mouth the words from muscle memory alone, hoping that the prayer will still work as long as she pretends, even if she doesnât remember.
Sheâs pulled from her thoughts at the sudden presence on the bed in front of her, and when she opens her eyes, she finds herself kneeling between Ichirouâs legs as he glares down. He doesnât look at her faceânot directlyâand instead seems to be focused on the hands she has clasped in front of her. âWho are you praying to? We both know you donât believe in God.â
august 7 | late afternoon.
Mayumi does a lot for her family. She manages their finances. She makes the important household decisions. Sheâs kept them together even when it would have been so, so easy to tear them all apart.
But she always does what she knows will be best.
Always.
âMomo, sweetie! It looks like youâve received a letter.â
At the disruption of silence, Ichirou looks up from his paperwork. Thereâs suspicion in his eyes that he tries to hide by taking a well-timed sip of his coffee. âSheâs packing for her flight tomorrow. Whoâs the letter from? It can probably wait.â
Theyâre the first words heâs directly said to her since their fight at the parent-teacher conferences. Mayumiâs well-aware that the only reason heâs returned to living in the house is because Momoâs returned home for the summer; once she leaves on this experiential learning trip, Ichirouâs simply just going to disappear again.
Mayumi knows this. And thatâs fine. She doesnât⊠She doesnât want him anyway, she doesnât need himâŠ
She doesnât...
âThe Hero Commission.â
(ua-setsuna) Hey!!!! Momo! Just wanted to wish you good luck for your internship! You're gonna do GREAT, I know it! Can't wait to see you at Orientation!! đđ
O-Oh! Setsuna-san, thank you so much!! I wish you the best of luck as well!!
Itâs been a while since weâve seen each other, hasnât it...? Iâm looking forward to seeing you again too!