The rain was falling throughout the city, giving the day a delicate, yet tender atmosphere. 

Izuku and Momo were sitting side by side on the bed. Their faces were flushed red. Neither of them could believe they were actually in a love hotel. But they had no other option because of the rain. The wholesome date they had imagined they would have, had completely flipped upside down.      

'Oh my god, how did I end up in a love hotel with Momo?! I'm too innocent and she's too refined for something as dirty as this place!' 

'Oh dear, how did Izuku and I end up in such a vulgar place?! I'm too innocent and he's a beloved hero! What if someone catches us leaving this place?!'     

They were both having their usual overanalyzing internal crisis. The silence between them was blaring and it was accompanied by the rainy tempo. Izuku did what he usually did when he was uncomfortable, ruffling the back of his hair about to start rambling. Momo had her hands over her lap, her fingernails were scratching against her jeans out of anxiety as she tried to muster out a word. 

"I-Izuku do you think-,"

"M-Momo, I was wonder-,"

They interrupted each other, both trying to avoid the awkwardness, yet only adding to it. 

"S-Sorry, go ahead." Izuku scratched his blushing cheek as he looked to the side. 

"N-No, it's quite alright. I was just going to say... You're still wet." Momo fixed her loose strand of hair as she looked off to the side with a small blush.  

"Ah, haha yeah, I guess I still am. Wh-What about you? Aren't your clothes a little damp?" They were both having pathetic small talk for the sake of avoiding the obvious intimacy implied by the room they were in.             

"I guess they are a little damp, I just didn't notice because of how thick this sweater is, but it should dry up soon. We should focus on you. Here let me use my quirk." Without thinking, Momo began to lift up her sweater, exposing her tummy as she activated her quirk. 

The radiant light that emitted from her quirk caused him to look in her direction, like a moth to a lamp. 

His eyes went wide. 'Midriff! Momo's exposed midriff!' He instantly snapped his face in the opposite direction in blushing shame. 'Wait why do I feel weird? Momo's hero suit always exposes her skin so why is this different?!' Although he couldn't explain it to himself he still felt awkward seeing her bare flesh being alone with her. Yaoyorozu, herself, didn't feel awkward as she always used her quirk in such a manner. But Izuku felt like he needed to say something to relieve his own anxiety. "U-Um, what are you making, Momo?"   

"Well, it will take a while for your sweater and shirt to dry up, so a fan won't do and neither will a candle because of a possible fire hazard. So I'm simply making you a new shirt. How are your pants, do you need a new pair as well." Momo, being the good neko-maid that she was, completely lost track of her surroundings, forgetting she was in a love hotel as she focused on taking care of Master. 

"Er, my pants are dry enough, thank you." 

"Ta-dah!" Momo showed it to Izuku after she finished creating it. "I hope it suits your taste." 

It was a forest green t-shirt that had plus-ultra written on it

"I'll cherish it forever!" Izuku blurted out without thinking.                         

"Eeip! F-Forever?! Well at least make sure it fits, first." Momo handed it to him bashfully.  

Izuku didn't know why but receiving a new shirt from a girl felt really warm and he was so focused on the gift that he forgot he was in a love hotel with the girl. "I'll try it on, right now." 

He didn't think, as he stood up and pulled off his wet shirt, dropping it on the floor with a squishing thud. 

Momo's eyes went wide. 'His strong back! Izuku's muscular body is completely bare!' Due to his innocent face and warm personality, Momo had forgotten how good his physique was, and it wasn't helping that his skin had a light glisten from the rain. Her face was flushed red as she quickly looked down in embarrassment, squeezing her thighs together.

"Ah, it fits perfectly, thanks Momo." After Izuku slipped on the shirt, he let out a breath of comfort, as he went back to sitting next to her on the bed. "So what do you want to do, while we wait out the rain?" Izuku being Izuku, did the thing he always does and rambled unaware of Momo's current mental situation, "We can play cards or watch some TV? or do you want to study? I know that sounds dumb but we both enjoyed that documentary yesterday, we can do something else like that, right? I mean we both do love learning after all-," 

And just like always, it brought a smile to her lips. Her body acted naturally, leaning on him just as she did when they had lunch together. She sighed out a beloved giggle as she said it, "Master, you're rambling...."      

"Ah, I guess I am, sorry." And he let out a hopeless chuckle for his always present social flaw. "So what do you want to do..?" It was a simple question but when he realized she was leaning on him, his voice finished off in an implied whisper. 

Her hand had fallen limp on his lap with his hand clasping over hers, their fingers interlocking, dearly. One squeezed and the other squeezed back. 

"Let's just stay like this, doing nothing." Her voice turned into that quivering sigh like last night. 

"Okay..." And he replied with the same softness. 

The both of them were remembering last night and how close they were. She was resting her head on his shoulder as she stared at the intertwined hands. Her thumb was tenderly rubbing back and forth over his skin. She inhaled before exhaling, letting her emotions out in a soft breath. 

"These last few days have felt like a completely different life..."

"I know what you mean... It feels like we've always been like this..." 

She nodded her head against his shoulder, "It does feel like we've always known each other, ne?"        

"Yeah..." 

"...Yes." 

The gentle rain was the only melody they needed. Momo raised her head away from his shoulder as she straightened herself out. She turned her face towards him. He also turned towards her. Their eyes met for a brief moment before they both closed them, pushing their foreheads together. Their lips were barely gracing each other, and yet neither of them pushed into it, lingering in the moment. 

"I-zu-ku..."

"...Momo." 

Their breaths swirled into an intoxicating taste, reminiscent of last night and they both wanted to remember. Their lips reunited, moving in the same sensual endearment as before. 

And their hands continued to hold on to each other, never letting go. 

On the window, the raindrops were sliding down, merging into delicate streams before breaking apart and reconnecting.

Her free hand naturally placed itself over his chest, gently gripping the fabric of her shirt as if tugging at him to be closer. He reciprocated, by leaning himself against her, her body slowly being pushed down on to the bed with him following after her, as his free hand wrapped around her lower back, helping her lay down softly.  

And the hands holding onto each other buried deep into the sheets.

Her legs had locked around him as her thighs meshed against his waist, their bodies moving against each other in rhythm with their lips. The hand that was holding on to his shirt, had let go of it as it slid up to his neck, curling around the back of his head, running his damp locks of hair there her fingers, lightly clutching at them. His hand had slipped under her sweater and was moving up and down her back with his fingertips tracing over her rain-cool skin. She let out an involuntary moan feeling his warm strong hand press into her flesh and he let out a slight groan of enjoyed pain as her cold delicate fingers gripped his hair. 

He broke his lips away from hers for a moment, as he opened his eyes, staring down at her. Her eyes slowly fluttered open staring back at him as she tilted her head in confusion, wondering why they stopped. But Izuku was enamored at the sight in front of him. Her spiral ponytail was sprawled out on the bed, with a few slippy strands clinging to her skin, framing around her face. Her rain-pale cheeks had the blooming blush of the cherry blossoms, and her panting voice came out as an alluring sigh. 

"What's wrong..?" 

He shook his head before lowering it and pressing his forehead against hers again, closing his eyes. And just as she whispered out her thoughts last night, he said what he felt.

"I just... I just want to remember this..."                  

Her lips quivered into an everlasting smile. Her hand let go of his hair as it slid back to his face cupping his cheek as her thumb rubbed under his eye as if wiping away a tear as she repeated what he had said to her the night before, her voice holding the same affection.

"You will..."       

And their lips met again as their passionate embrace was drowned out by the serenity of the rain...