The soft pitter patter of early spring rainfall played out on the streets outside as Momo Yaoyorozu paced the length of her apartment, phone pressed to her ear like a lifeline as she called her best friend.

"Kyouka!" Momo practically shrieked in excitement the moment her friend picked up. "Guess who's in her new apartment?"

"And there goes my right eardrum. Thanks Yaomomo." Kyouka Jirou's voice came rather faintly through the device, laced with sarcasm. "I'm gonna take a wild guess and say you are?"

"You are correct!" She said, purposefully ignoring the sardonic tone in her friend's voice.

"Nice. Are the guys from the moving company still there?"

"No, they left about ten minutes ago." Momo said, just as the faint strumming of a guitar came through the line.

Ah, Kyouka had put her on speaker phone again. Not surprising. She tended to mess around with her (rather large) collection of musical instruments while on the phone with her friends.

"They worked pretty fast, I was really impressed." She added, looking around her new place and admiring the new set up.

Her mother would be proud.

"So you're still feeling okay about the whole living alone situation?" Kyouka asked, a tinge of concern in her voice.

Momo nodded before remembering her friend couldn't see the action. "Of course. This is a great opportunity to become more independent. Plus those 90 minute commutes to and from school were exhausting." She added with a groan. She was ecstatic when she had learned her new commute would only be 20 minutes – walking. She could even cut the commute by 5 minutes if she took the bus.

Kyouka laughed. "Yeah, I have no idea how you managed to do that all of last year and managed to stay at the top of the class." She said, strumming another note on her instrument.

"With great difficulty." Momo sighed, running a finger absentmindedly along the granite countertop of her kitchen as she surveyed the rest of the apartment. "My extracurricular activities certainly didn't help..." She trailed off as her eyes landed on the door between the kitchen and her bedroom.

When the moving guys had first arrived, they had dismissed the room as a bathroom. But Momo had just finished setting up the actual bathroom a few minutes before she had called Jirou.

"Uh Yaomomo? You okay?"

Momo didn't respond, her eyes still focused on the door as she moved slowly towards it.

Was it a second bedroom? Her parents had told her they'd arranged for her to have a one bedroom apartment but perhaps they'd changed their minds at the last minute. Perhaps it was a spare room that she could use as a study. Perhaps she could even use the space to store her vast collection of exotic teas.

At that last thought she grinned and moved to grab the door handle.

"Momo what the hell?!"

She nearly dropped her phone at the sound of Jirou's voice. She had completely forgotten about her friend for a moment there.

"Kyouka you scared me!" Momo said with a scowl, removing her hand from the door handle to place it over her rapidly beating heart.

She could practically see Jirou puffing her cheeks out in irritation on the other end. "You scared me! What are you doing? Why are you being all silent and weird?"

"I found another room." Momo explained, reaching for the door handle a second time. "I think my parents got me a two bedroom apartment instead of a one bedroom."

"…You rich people have the strangest problems."

Momo ignored her and opened up the door, already mentally decorating the room.

That is, until she saw what was inside.

The apartment had come unfurnished, yet this room was set up with traditional Japanese furniture, very different from her western style room.

And next to the bed there was a navy blue backpack and what looked like men's slippers, also navy blue with a simple design.

Oh god.

"Does someone live here?" Momo muttered to herself in horror.

There was no way. She had never agreed to living with anyone.

Was there a strange man living in her apartment? Did her parents know about this?

She faintly heard the front door open behind her but she couldn't find it in herself to turn around.

The voice she heard next both filled her with relief and with inexplicable horror.

"Yaoyorozu?"

"Momo what's going on? And is there someone there with you? That sounds a lot like–"

"Nothing, everything is fine. Kyouka I have to go, I'll talk to you at school." She cut her friend off and hung up before she could say another word.

Realizing she still hadn't said anything, she turned around ever so slowly until she locked eyes with a heterochromatic pair she'd recognize anywhere.

"T-T-Todoroki? What are you doing here?" She cursed inwardly at how shaky her voice sounded. She hated the effect he had on her but she couldn't help it; he was an oddly intimidating guy.

Shouto Todoroki had been in her class last year; their first year at Yuuei High School. Like Momo, he came from a wealthy, well-known family and excelled in school. He was – by far – the best player on the boys' soccer team and held a black belt in Judo.

Despite Momo being just as accomplished, there was still something about the guy that made her feel inferior.

It could be the fact that half the girls in her year were into him and half the boys wanted to be him.

Or perhaps it was that he had a quiet, cool personality and rarely warmed up to people. Izuku Midoriya was probably the only person she knew that he was actually close with.

"I live here." His response cut through her thoughts, startling her. "I moved in this morning but when I noticed the second bedroom I decided to go speak with the landlord. It turns out he made a mistake."

So I won't be getting a spare study room, she thought sadly.

"Is there any way to rectify the mistake?" She asked hopefully. There was no way she could go back to those 90 minute commutes again. Not with all the homework she'd be given and the volleyball tryouts approaching.

Todoroki's normally impassive expression morphed into a frown. "I'm afraid not. I went to check out some other properties he suggested today but they're all either too far away or too expensive. The best one I found is double the price of this one and it's not as nice. Besides, I can't ask my grandparents to pay any more than they have already. It wouldn't be fair to them."

Momo blinked. That was probably the most she had ever heard him speak.

"So I'm sorry Yaoyorozu," he continued with a sigh. "But I can't move out."

Momo thought of her parents and let out a sigh of her own. The budget they had set for this place was already incredibly high and despite their wealth, Momo felt bad asking them to spend even more on her. Plus if she did move, she'd have to (somehow) find a new place that was just as well-placed, pack everything up, move everything over to her new place and settle in all over again. There was no way she could go through the whole moving process again. Not when the new school year would be starting in two days.

"I'm afraid I can't either." She said, breaking eye contact and looking down at her feet awkwardly. She didn't fancy the idea of living with a boy but it wasn't just any boy. It was a classmate who, despite his aloof personality, seemed like a decent enough guy. After all, Midoriya and Iida liked him. How bad could he be?

His frown deepened as he regarded his classmate. "Why can't you move out?"

Okay... decent guy but a little blunt.

"I have my reasons."

Momo wasn't interested in arguing over who had it worse. They both came from wealthy families and, as far as she knew, neither of them really needed to move out on their own but they did anyway.

"I see." His face was back to his usual, unreadable expression. "Well I suppose it can't be helped then. We'll just have to make this work for now."

Momo nodded, grateful he wasn't pushing the matter any further. "We can establish some ground rules if you'd like. Though I do pride myself on being a pretty quiet and tidy person - I don't think I'll give you too much grief." She added with a wry smile. "Plus, once student council and volleyball start up I'll be out of the house most of the day anyway."

"That's true. Same here." He said, meeting her gaze. "Though you know the school rules, Yaoyorozu. We can't let our classmates find out and risk getting caught."

That meant she'd have to keep this a secret from her friends as well. That thought didn't sit right with her somehow.

Still she relented with a sigh. "Yes, I understand."

Todoroki nodded. "Good. Then maybe - just maybe - this will work."