Momo had been raised in what one would call elite society, she was not a stranger to that fact. She'd had the best tutors throughout her education. She had received whatever she wanted (within reason and always after doing something that her parents deemed worthy of a reward). Momo had been raised in a brilliant environment and she had loving and doting parents. One thing that Momo could not boast about having a lot of was friends.

Of course, Momo did have friends throughout her childhood, but she sometimes found that they could be quite shallow, despite being from wealthy families themselves, this problem only got worse the older she got. So, since she hadn't had a lot of steady friendships during her earlier years, Momo was always nervous that she would mess up around her new friends at UA. Luckily that wasn't the case. However, Momo's desperation and desire to remain friends with all of her classmates sometimes made her ignore things or do things that she didn't particularly want to ignore or do. She'd endured a lot of things during her first year, but going into her second year of the hero course, Momo tried her hardest to stand up for what she believed in, say what she wanted to say, she simply had to work up the courage to do so.

Hero course classes were not for the faint of heart, they were vigorous and tiring, perhaps even more than they had been in previous years due to the trouble Momo and her classmates perpetually seemed to be in. Momo was sure that many people had dropped out of the course in years before her when they had realised just how hard the teachers pushed students and just how much effort one had to put in to achieve their dream of aiding people and defeating villains. Luckily, nobody in Momo's class (or 2B) had dropped out of the hero course, it would seem like all of the trauma and pain they'd been through would be pointless if they did that. Not to mention the fact that without UA's protection (even if it faltered at times), they would be exposed and easily attacked by villains who had a vendetta against them. Even so, despite nobody dropping out due to the vigorous training, that didn't stop people from complaining.

"I can't be the only one who feels like they've been run over by a steam roller, right?" Sero groaned from a few seats away.

"Mhm," Shoji grunted in affirmation. Shoji didn't speak all that much, so Momo knew that it wasn't just her who had found the training that day a bit harder than usual. If Shoji or Koda spoke up about tough conditions or verbally gave their input when speaking about a topic, people tended to listen, given neither one of the boys voiced their opinions much.

"I think that's the hardest training we've had in months!" Toru exclaimed from where she was leaning against Momo's desk. Momo nodded along with her friend, though every nod caused pain to blossom in her forehead, nodding when your head was against a table probably wasn't the best idea, Momo was too exhausted to even bring herself to pick her head up though, so she put up with the minimal amount of pain.

"Even Todoroki looks tired, and he's got the best stamina out of all of us," Sero sighed.

Momo turned her head and peered at Todoroki through blurry vision hazed by exhaustion. Sero was correct, Todoroki did look like he had been awake for several days and wanted nothing more than to fall onto his futon and sleep for a week straight.

If the class had their way, they would have most likely been in the dorm, shuffling into their respective rooms and having a nap before they had to prepare dinner, as it was, All Might had asked them to stay in the classroom for a little longer, Aizawa had to talk to them about something. Momo was a good student, and ordinarily, she was willing to wait for her teachers to announce whatever news they needed to (no matter how long it took), but after having such brutal training, even she was at the end of her tether. She could feel frustration and distress bubbling in her gut, all she wanted to was to fall into her bed (finally a suitable size for the dorm rooms, she had expected them to be bigger).

Finally, just when the class was just about ready to say fuck it, let's just leave, Aizawa finally shuffled through the door. Momo could feel the sigh of relief the class let out upon seeing their homeroom teacher, with his appearance, the class was one step closer to getting back to their rooms.

"I won't keep you long, I know you're all tired," Aizawa grumbled, he almost sounded as tired as the class felt, "First order of business, now that you're in your second year, you are permitted to make more extreme altercations to your hero costumes instead of the addition of mere support gadgets. That means that you can completely redesign your costume. If you wish to do so, please talk to me about it and I will arrange for a meeting to take place."

A contemplative silence overtook the entire class, Momo especially was considering this information deeply, she had been wanting to change her hero costume completely for some time now, and it seemed like an opportunity had presented itself on a golden platter.

"The second thing I needed to talk to you about was the fact that new clubs are being made this year, UA doesn't have many clubs, but this is the perfect opportunity for you to join one and find a way to relax. If you would like to join or create a club, please talk to one of the members of staff." Aizawa intoned monotonously.

After Aizawa's announcement, the class was free to go. The information that was just given to them had dispelled some of their exhaustion and pain, but the class still wanted nothing more than to fall onto a soft surface and take a rejuvenating nap.

Class 2A could have easily passed for zombies with the way that they were shambling towards their dorm building. Their dragging feet created lines in the gravel leading up to their front door, the sound grated on Momo's ears, but she couldn't tell everyone to pick up their feet. She didn't want to appear rude, and she certainly didn't want to chastise her already thoroughly exhausted classmates. So she ignored the way that the crunching of gravel stirred annoyance in her chest and simply followed after Todoroki and Sero as they stumbled through the dorm's front door.

As Momo stumbled past a cluster of her classmates, she heard something that did nothing to aid her mounting annoyance and exhaustion.

"I feel like a girl on my period, everything is so shitty!"

Momo wasn't sure who said that and there wasn't anything particularly bad about the comparison, with how much the girls publicly bemoaned their own bodies when it was that time of the month, Momo wasn't shocked that whichever boy had said that was simply using experiences and interactions that he'd had with the girls. But... the next thing said made Momo pause for a second as she walked past.

"Yeah. The girls are always complaining about that stuff, it can't be that bad, they're probably just being dramatic."

Again, Momo wasn't sure who had said it, everyone around her was simple blurs and coloured blobs, she knew she was on the verge of passing out. She didn't have time to correct whoever had spoken about the hardships of menstruation, not like they'd want to listen anyway. Something about the way the words were said so casually, so dismissively, irked Momo in a way she had never felt before, or at least only felt rarely. Maybe it was the way that whoever it was immediately labelled the girls as melodramatic simply because they had never felt the same pain, maybe the person was insinuating that women were always dramatic and making a bigger deal out of their pain than was necessary.

Momo wasn't sure why the careless words irked her so much. As she climbed into bed, uniform still on, she pondered if the reason for her annoyance was because she had been taught to never belittle someone pain, no matter how minor it may be, and certainly if you had never experienced it for yourself. It was a lesson that the entire class was taught on several occasions, both in the field and in the classroom. Maybe Momo's annoyance stemmed from the fact that whoever had spoken was simply factually incorrect, even within the medical field, females' pain wasn't taken seriously, leading to casualties that could have been easily prevented. Maybe Momo's annoyance was simply conjured up by her sleep-addled brain. Momo wasn't sure. She didn't reflect on her convoluted thoughts for much longer, too busy pulled into a dream where she was torn between amethyst eyes and the judgemental eyes of the masses.

Waking up to constant pounding on her door isn't what Momo would call the best alarm, to say the least. One second, Momo had been peacefully dreaming of past birthdays, surrounded by her entire family, people she hadn't seen all together in nearly a year, and the next she was jolting awake to the sound of a heavy fist on her door and the gruff voice of Bakugo.

"Wake up, Ponytail! You're on cooking duty with me and I ain't waiting around all day for you to get your ass out of bed!" Bakugo harumphed through Momo's bedroom door.

Bakugo had always been an abrasive personality, more so when Momo had first met him. But his nightmarish attitude had been eroded away by the unrelenting force of the 'Bakusquad's' friendship and the steady friendly rivalry he had developed with Midoriya and Todoroki. Of course, Bakugo would deny that he was friends with anyone, of course, but everyone in the class knew that they held at least some level of friendship with him, whether that be scarcely anything or much more than that. Momo would like to think that the entire class was friends with one another. Momo herself got on well with the vast majority of her classmates, even Bakugo. They bonded over their interest in science and their cooking abilities.

"I'm coming. I'll be out in a few minutes." Momo called back, suppressing a yawn as she did so.

Momo really didn't want to exit the soothing warmth of her bedsheets, they called out to her and made all sorts of suggestions to her. She could simply fall back to sleep and deal with Bakugo's temper later, but the loud steps of her classmate and her promise to aid him in dinner that evening tore her away from the alluring silk of her bed and towards her wardrobe where she pulled on the first comfortable clothes she could find before she shuffled out of her bedroom and down the hall.

Unsurprisingly, Bakugo was already working away by the time Momo made it downstairs. He hadn't gotten too far with the meal preparation, he had simply gotten all of the ingredients he needed and set them out on the counter. The rice cooker was on and he was cutting some fish.

"You're finally here. Since you took so long, I'm head chef today. Get those oils, sauces and spices and mix them before covering the chicken in it." Bakugo scarcely looked up at Momo before continuing in his task of perfectly slicing the fish in front of him. Momo had always been secretly amazed by the way he handled a knife, it was beyond Momo's abilities, he simply seemed to cut food so flawlessly.

Momo tied her hair up, washed her hands, put on an apron and set about doing what Bakugo had instructed of her. The two of them worked in amicable silence, occasionally holding a brief conversation that varied in the subject before they went silent again and got back to work. Momo liked the atmosphere that was created when she was working in the kitchen. It reminded her of home. The family cook had cooked every meal for her when she lived at home, but she liked to sneak into the kitchen and watch with enamoured eyes as the cooks took unappealing lumps of raw meat and transformed them into delectable meals. She had been sneaking down into the kitchen since she was a child, and as soon as the head chef had noticed, she invited Momo to join her, and that was how Momo had learned how to cook. She often reminisced on those cooking lessons, she was fond of the memories, they reminded her of a simpler time.

It didn't take long for dinner to be done with Momo and Bakugo working in tandem. They were efficient in the way they worked, they didn't waste time and they made sure that everything was to perfection before ringing the dinner bell and calling everyone down for supper. Of course, everyone was a bit more sluggish in arriving at dinner that night for obvious reasons. People trickled into the dining area in pairs or by themselves, took a plate from the kitchen counter and stumbled over to one of the tables to eat in near silence. That was how it always was when lessons pushed them past their limits. Whether that be in academics or training.

Momo elected to take a seat between Kyoka and Todoroki, Sato and Aoyama were seated opposite her, all of them greeted her with sleepy nods and mumbled greetings. Momo returned the sluggish hellos before focusing solely on the food in front of her, the muttered conversations from up and down the table turned into frivolously background noise that Momo couldn't find the energy to participate or pay attention to.

Dinner seemed to pass in a haze, she ate her food but the taste didn't make any sort of impression on her. She listened idly to the conversations around her, but she didn't partake. She waved off everyone's thanks for the meal and compliments, none of them penetrated the noise buzzing in her ears or the grey film that had overtaken the world. It was only as Momo stumbled up the stairs and fell into her bed, once again without ceremony or grace, that she realised just how tired she must have been.

The next day dawned bright, the sun's golden rays stirred Momo from her slumber, their warmth washed over her eyelids and gently stirred her. Somehow, during the night, Momo had found her way under her covers, she didn't recall waking to crawl under the soft material. Momo rolled over in bed and look at the ornate clock on her bedside cabinet, it took a second for Momo's sleepy mind to decipher what the small golden hands were telling her. Upon seeing that it was 6:15, Momo hummed to herself and dragged herself out of bed. She had overslept by five minutes, but it didn't matter too much in the long run, after all, Momo was willing to bet that a vast majority of her classmates would be sleeping through their alarms and rushing to arrive at the classroom by 8:00.

Momo carried out her usual morning routine, she had a shower, brushed her hair, made herself and Kyoka breakfast since her best friend often forgot to do so herself and she returned to her bedroom to do some reading. Usually, Momo would read until half-past seven before she started preparing to leave the dorms at 7:50, however, Momo was pulled away from her book earlier than she had anticipated that morning by a brisk knock on her door.

Curiosity swarmed Momo's mind as she gently placed her book on her desk and made her way to her bedroom door. Upon opening the door, Momo was greeted by the sight of Iida, a serious look on his face.

"Good morning, Iida, how may I help you?" Momo asked amicably, offering her classmate a gentle smile.

"Good morning, Yaoyorozu, as I'm sure you are aware most of our classmates are still asleep. The only ones awake are you, me, Bakugo, Kirishima and Sero. We currently have forty-seven minutes until class will begin for the day, please could you aid me in waking up our classmates. I am going to wake up all of the people occupying the boys' floors of the dormitory, please could you do the same for your floor." Iida had never been a man of few words, he was very descriptive in the way he spoke, giving every detail he had to offer, it was something that Momo appreciated about the class president.

"Of course, Iida. I'd be glad to help." Momo assured, she stepped out of her room and made her way to the dorm room next to hers, the room that happened to be Mina's.

"Thank you, Yaoyorozu, I will leave you to it." Iida bowed before he marched off to perform, the task of waking up the vast majority of the students of Class 2A.

Momo knocked on Mina's door as loud as she dared, she didn't want to startle the girl too much, Momo was all too aware of how jarring it could be to have someone pounding at your door whilst you were trying to sleep. When there was no noise from within the room, Momo knocked again, but this time a bit harder. When, again, the third time she knocked there was no reply from Mina, Momo elected to gently push the door open.

Mina's room was extremely dark, the curtains that had been drawn across her windows were extremely effective in blocking out the sun's morning light. As Momo pushed open the door, a beam of light from the hallway sliced into the inky darkness, illuminating the pink leopard print room and two flags on the wall whose colours didn't fit into the room's decor in any way shape or form. The green of her demiromantic flag and the yellow of her pansexual flag stood out starkly, even in the darkness.

"Mina," Momo hummed, she didn't want to enter the room without her friend's permission she already felt like she was breaching her trust by opening the door, "Mina. It's time to get up. You've only got forty-five minutes until we've got to be in class."

Mina began to stir in her bed.

"Come on Mina. If you don't wake up you won't be able to have breakfast." Momo hummed, she knew that the mention of the first meal of the day would rouse Mina.

As if shocked by electricity, Mina sat bolt upright in her bed and stared at Momo. "Breakfast? What time is it?" Mina asked in a croaky morning voice. She looked blearily at the electric alarm clock at her bedside. It took a second or two, but the glaring number seemed to register in Mina's mind, prompting her to sit up a bit straighter.

"Shit!" Mina cursed, "Thanks for waking me up, Yaomomo!"

Momo closed the door just as Mina leapt out of bed.

Waking up the rest of the girls was a much easier task than waking up Mina, after all, she was the heaviest sleeper and most reluctant to get out of bed in the mornings. Momo's tasks were made easier by the fact that the walls of the dormitory were quite thin, so whenever she stopped at a door to wake somebody up, the neighbour of the girl would usually hear Momo and start to wake themself up.

By twenty past seven, all of the girls were awake and Momo elected to see if Iida had finished waking the boys up. As it happened, Iida was not done waking the boys up, certain people like Kaminari and Sato were extremely reluctant to get out of bed, holding up Iida's process.

"Yaoyorozu, please could you knock on Aoyama and Tokoyami's door. Their rooms are right next to each other, but they're the furthest from my current path. I feel as though Midoriya and some others may cause me problems, especially given how hard everyone worked yesterday." Iida sighed heavily. He was stood with his foot in Kaminari's door, offering the boy some privacy whilst still making his voice as loud as possible, evidently, Kaminari was still refusing to stir from his slumber.

"Of course, Iida, I passed Kirishima on the way here, it looked as though he was returning to his room. He could most likely aid you in waking up the rest of the boys as well." Momo commented kindly as she waved to the class rep once more and made her way towards the far end of the boy's wing where Tokoyami and Aoyama resided.

Tokoyami's room was the first one Momo arrived at, their name was written in dark, bold letters across the burgundy of the door.

"Tokoyami, you need to wake up, you only have roughly forty minutes until you need to be in class," Momo called gently through the door. Tokoyami was usually an early riser, they rose with the sun and descended with it as well (their words, not Momo's).

From within the room, Momo heard what sounded like footsteps making their way towards the door, only a second later Tokoyami was poking their head around the door frame and looking up at Momo with sleep clouded eyes.

"Thank you, Yaoyorozu, I will see you in class," Tokoyami replied shortly. Momo thought she saw Dark Shadow hanging over their shoulder, the quirk always seemed to be out after the end of their first year, but the door closed before Momo could see for sure.

With Tokoyami awake, there was only Aoyama left to wake up.

"Aoyama, it's time to get up. I understand that you're most likely tired, but class starts in approximately forty minutes and you still need to get ready for school," Momo repeated what she had said to every person she was supposed to be waking up. Momo didn't really want to enter her classmate's room, but if he didn't wake up soon, she would be forced to crack the door open.

When there was no answer after a minute or so, Momo cracked the door open and repeated herself. Surprisingly, Momo was met with a fully dressed Aoyama standing looking towards her from his vanity.

"I'm sorry, Yaomomo, I didn't hear you, I will be sure to arrive in class on time," Aoyama smiled. Momo took notice of the bubblegum pink badge on Aoyama's lapel and reminded herself to use the correct pronouns for her classmate.

"Ok, I'll see you later Aoyama," Momo nodded to her and closed the door.

Luckily, everyone arrived in class on time, albeit they were all tired and grumpy. That's why there was palpable relief felt throughout the entire class when lunchtime dawned upon them and they were allowed to rush to the cafeteria. There was no cure for equations and a foul mood quite like Lunch Ruch's food. The food hero's food was delectable, and even Momo (who had travelled to various countries and been present at her parents' fancy dinner parties) had never eaten food that made her quite so content and rejuvenated.

Momo was stood in line, waiting for her chance to be served, that she once again heard boys she didn't know talking about a topic that they really had no business discussing.

"I think that they're exaggerating, in all honesty. Did you see her? There's no way that it can get that bad!" one boy scoffed. His words caught Momo's attention, she didn't want to judge prematurely, but she was fairly certain she knew what the conversation was about.

"My dad is a doctor so I know for a fact that they're 100% over-exaggerating. They only bleed a few egg cups, so there's no way that they can be in that much pain! I think they just use it to get out of PE and stuff." another boy commented, his tone held a sense of superiority in it. He spoke as if he was an expert on the subject; evidently, he was not.

"I head that they only start their period once they're sexually active." a third boy attempted to whisper, though his words carried to Momo.

Momo, as much as she was a patient and understanding girl, could not put up with the contact onslaught of lies and utter bullshit being spewed from the mouths of these clearly uneducated boys. She stepped out of line, returned her tray to its original place and walked out of the hall. She wished she was like Mina or Kyoka, able to directly confront the boys on their idiocy. She wished she was like Tsu, able to bluntly tell them that they're wrong. She wished she was like Ochako and Toru, capable of kindly educating them and explaining to them that what they were doing was simply telling lies and perpetuating myths. But Momo wasn't like the rest of her friends, she was too shy and nervous to stand up and say that the boys needed to teach themselves how wrong they are. So Momo fled. She didn't like to think that she was running away, she was simply waiting for the perfect time to educating the boys en mass. The time would come, and she would teach everyone about the dangers of maintaining myths about menstruation and those who had to go through it. 

This chapter felt a little slow to me like nothing was really happening, but I think that's necessary for what happens next week. Also, not every issue feminine presenting people face are abrasive and head-on. Period havers are consistently told they're being dramatic, and I wanted to show that here.  

I'm thinking that this story might only be around 15 chapters long. I'm not 100% sure, but I don't want it to get too long. Max will probably be around 20 chapters. 

Anyway, thank you for reading and I hope you have a wonderful day wherever you are.