Fem! Reader

Prompt - "You were right. But I guess it's too late for that." @ajbido

Quirk - Clairvoyance: You can predict a future outcome when it is needed

Drawback - It's not always the correct outcome because your quirk does not always show the events that must be taken leading to it.

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Dear My Always,

Do you remember the day we met? I do. I always will. I walked in the door and you had already been walking over before the handle even twitched. Tsu asked how you did that and you just flashed one of your cryptic smirks as you offered your arm and walked me to my seat. I chuckled as you bowed and said, "A pleasure, m'lady." Your (h/l), (h/c) hair was falling freely, framing your face just right as you gave me a meaningful smile and walked to your seat practically on the other side of the room. I loathed to see you go. I couldn't place my finger on why.

Later in the year when we were all separated during the villain attack, you stayed by my side in the mountain zone. You held my hand, and smiled at me. I always loved holding your hand, because you never frowned when you held my hand. You never glared. You were never stoic either. You just smiled a genuine smile. The smile that I fell in love with. You told us when the villains were coming. You saved our lives. We were overly prepared thanks to you, and that's not a bad way to be.

I thought so stiffly. I had one way to do it, the end. Often it was the right way, but not always. You were right when we were in our provisional license test. We needed to prioritize civilians based on severity of their situation. You did it in a much gentler way than Bakugo. I would have liked to have given as much time as possible to everyone, but in the end, of course you knew what needed to be done. You always seemed to.

The sports festival was hard on you. Your quirk wasn't exactly suited for that type of one on one combat near the end. You shined in groups. I mean, you shined regardless. Because it was you, my love. Still, you fought your heart out, and you still made it to the one on one stage of the fights. I was so happy for you. So proud of you! I think that was when I realized I loved you.

When you asked me out, I didn't understand. I had never thought about it really. Of course, I was ecstatic! I just didn't know quite how to show it. We had been working on a group project with Uraraka and Jiro. The two of them had gone on a snack run leaving us alone in the dorm commons. I had continued on the project and you had been staring at me with a serious intensity. I kept glancing up before sternly asking what you wanted. Your stoic gaze broke as you laughed with your dazzling smile and I cocked my head at you in confusion. "Yaomomo, do you want to go on a date?" you asked me. I had just stared at you in shock. I knew something was different about you that day. Your eye lashes longer with mascara. Your lips glossier. I hadn't expected you to court me though. "I... Well, I can't see why that wouldn't be fun," I had responded. To be honest, after an answer like that, I can't believe you didn't retract the offer. But just grinned and said "No take-backsies!" Like a child. I still laugh remembering it.

Our first date was one of the most stressful days of my life. You had finished your part of the project and gone to your room before Uraraka and Jiro came back, so I had been the one to tell them about the date. Uraraka squealed it excitement and Jiro smirks and said, "Score, Yaoyorozu!" I told them it was the following day, Sunday, and they were in my room bright and early, helping me find an outfit for your surprise date. We settled on a fairly tight, red tank top; cropped, light blue jeans; long yellow socks that we bunched at the ankles; red, converse sneakers; and a light brown, suede jacket, since it was mid-autumn. You were waiting in the commons for me, laughing at something Tokoyami had said with Shoji and Ojiro by you as well. You were wearing a white, crop top with long sleeves, and plum tie-dyed onto it. The front was ripped down to your mid-chest with a black string laced criss-cross to keep you covered. You also wore tight, black leggings with your black combat boots that you even wore to class, in spite of Aizawa sensei's protests. You had your favorite, gossamer-esc sweatshirt that zipped up the front. Ojiro mumbled something to you and you looked over at me and smiled so wide, the Cheshire cat might have envied you. You walked up to me and said, "Hello, would you like to go on a date with me?" I furrowed my brow and reminded you that you had already asked me and that was why I had dressed up. You chuckled, saying that you knew that, you were just making a joke. I'm still not sure I get it all these years later.

On our way to the surprise we almost got into a car accident. You had trusted your foresight over your vision itself and almost drove us off the road. You almost cried and apologized profusely. I had been scared, but I forgave you easily. How could I not, when you looked so sad. We took some deep breathes and you watched the road more carefully. We drove for hours. We certainly did not make curfew. I gave you a lot of trouble about that, but you were the one with the car. We ate a lot of fast food that day. When we finally arrived at a cliff near the mountains and the sea, you grabbed a blanket and a radio out of the trunk. You put on a soothing music station and we listened to it as we watched the sunset. You put an arm around me. When I looked at you to ask you a question, you kissed me. To this day, I cannot remember what that question was. Yours Truly came on the radio and you pulled me to my feet and danced with me. You lead the dance and I laughed out loud as you spun me around. With your two left feet, you tripped on the blanket. We fell down and laughed in each others' arms. We carved our initials into that tree. We drove back and I slept most of the way. You had picked me up food on the way back. We made it back with an hour until class. You were an absolute hero with that drive. I kissed you at your bedroom door.

Five years later we got married on that cliff. All of our classmates were there. Jiro was your maid of honor, Uraraka was mine. We danced our first dance to Yours Truly by Paradise Fears just like the first time. That includes the falling, even though I made you take lessons leading up to it. We honeymooned in Hawaii and spent everyday, all day on the beach. You burned so badly that I had to rub two containers of aloe vera on your burns for you.[If you don't burn... I envy you]

We were incredible heroes together. Near the end your quirk wasn't working as well. Our intricate plans weren't panning out and our team started to not trust you as much. That was an error. I am sorry. I didn't realize that your last prediction was so accurate because when the northern stairs blew up, I was almost on them. You ran ahead of me. You told me not to go. You were right. But I guess it's too late for that. The kids still ask for stories of you every night. Their mommy; the hero. I tell them all about you. I still love you. I still miss you. I always will. What killed me the most was the letter on our night stand:

Dear my forever,

This is my half-hearted goodbye, the other half wants to still try, remembering words that we shared, but I guess I'll let go now. You'll be out on your own how we always want this all out, but I guess it's too late. So my one wish for you is that you find yourself, don't settle for less or for anyone else. I pray that your dream like the dreamer I know you can be.

Signed,

      Yours Truly

Our song.

My love, my always, I am so sorry.

Signed

Yours Truly.

Momo's tears hit the paper as she finished rereading the letter she would put on her dead wife, (Y/n) Yaoyorozu's grave. Her son and daughter were already up at the tree on the cliff, where their mommy was buried. Their daughter had brought a flower crown of (f/fl) for her mommy and their son had brought a comic book that he made of her to show off. As the kids talked to their mommy, Momo traced her hands over the lettering MY+(y/i)(l/i) enclosed in a heart, remembering how they had danced at sunset and carved love in the dark. When the children were done, Momo whispered a soft "I love you" to the tree and walked the kids back to the car. Before they drove off, she muttered to herself, "Through all of these years I've never been anything more than yours truly."

Many years later, when Momo died of natural causes, she was buried under the same tree as (Y/n) Yaoyorozu and their son and daughter played yours truly and read the love letter their mother had written for their mommy, that had somehow stood the tests of time: a testament to their love and the story of how its blossomed.

Word Count - 1691

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I hope that this worked for angst. I really enjoyed writing this type of looking back on a love story sort of deal. I think I stayed pretty in sync with Momo's character, but I always appreciate feed back! Next up - Mirio x Fem! Reader: It's Not What It Looks Like! [I promise, a fem! character x male! reader is right after! But I'm a fem! author so it might suck...]