"There, it looks like the bleeding's stopped for now." Pulling the cloth away from his face, Yaoyorozu dipped it in a bowl of warm water, the contents turning pink as the blood and water mixed. Wringing it out, she brought it back to his nose to wipe the dried blood from his upper lip.

After the ball had hit him in the face, Yaoyorozu had immediately jumped out of the pool to make sure he was okay. Upon seeing the heavy stream of blood, she had immediately taken him by the hand and dragged him inside, but not before throwing a dark glare at Kaminari and Mineta who were openly laughing from the other side of the pool. Unfortunately taking him to Recovery Girl hadn't been an option, so she had instead lead him to the girls locker room. It wasn't ideal, but it at least had a bench for him to sit and a sink she could use to clean him up. Everything else she could make herself.

"I'm so sorry. I never should have forced you into coming." She cleaned the cloth again, the dried flecks of blood dissolving in the warm water.

"It's alright." He said monotonously. "It wasn't your fault."

"Still, I feel awful." Yaoyorozu replied. Gently, she cupped his cheek to better angle his face while she worked. "There, that's the last of the blood." Her hand lingered for a few seconds before she shook her head and quickly withdrew it. "Luckily it wasn't a very hard hit, so I doubt it's broken. Still, it has to hurt."

(L/N) shrugged. "Not really."

She eyed him doubtfully. "Either way, you should probably ice it."

He didn't say anything. Honestly, he didn't feel like there was anything to say. Yaoyorozu clutched the rag in her lap as a lingering silence hung in the space between them.

"We could leave early if you like." She said nervously. "Er, that is if you still wanted to come over, which I don't suppose you do anymore."

"I do."

She smiled and perked up at his reply. "In that case then, let me call my driver. And I'll let the others know, too."

The girl's voiced their protest when Yaoyorozu told them she would be taking off. Uraraka lamented about how they never got to see her anymore and Hakagure made a few choice comments about how she was leaving with (L/N) and what this said about their 'budding relationship', which caused the raven-haired girl to blush furiously. As she left, Ashido made a final, rather suggestive inquiry about what the two would be getting up to, causing Yaoyorozu to quicken her pace to escape the embarrassment while the others laughed from behind her.

(L/N) respectfully exited the locker room as she changed back into her day clothes, which she appreciated. Even being blind, she would have been rather uncomfortable with him in the same room. They left the campus grounds to find the black limousine waiting parked just outside, the driver standing by the rear passenger side door, ready to open it. The suited man bowed as Yaoyorozu slid into the vehicle. (L/N) was just about to follow when he paused. Momo watched curiously as a golden aura surrounded his body. Steam began rising from his body as the water that dampened his clothes evaporated before he too entered the car. Thirty minutes later, the two found themselves sitting in their usual spot in the library, two teacups and a pot of tea on the table before them.

"My father's study is just in the eastern wing of the house." Yaoyorozu said, placing her now finished cup of tea on its saucer. "That's where he keeps the first editions."

She was just about to stand when his hand on her wrist stopped her.

"I don't know if I should be handling any first editions in my current state." (L/N) said. "Your father probably wouldn't be too happy if my nose decides to start bleeding all over his books."

"No." Yaoyorozu chuckled. "He probably wouldn't like that."

Another silence found its place in the air between them. There was a time when Yaoyorzu might have found the lingering quiet to be uncomfortable, but they happened so frequently that at this point the awkwardness had lost its potency.

"Why'd you agree to come over, then?" She asked after a few seconds thought. "Not that I don't enjoy your company, it's just, I thought the whole point was so you could see the rare books. Wasn't that the deal? I just feel like I'm not holding up my end of our agreement."

"It's alright." (L/N) assured. "I don't know how much I'd appreciate it, anyways. I'm not sure I'd even be able to tell much of a difference between a first edition and any other old book, to be honest."

"But you seemed so excited to see them when I offered." Yaoyorozu said. "What changed your mind?

(L/N) cleared his throat and nervously rubbed his hands together in his lap. "I... may have been dishonest with you." He admitted.

"So, you were never interest in the first editions?"

"Not really."

"Then why did you..."

"Maybe I was just looking for an excuse."

"An excuse?" Yaoyorozu blinked. "An excuse for what?"

A hint of red tinted his cheeks as he mumbled his response, too quiet for her to hear.

"Pardon?"

"An excuse to... to see you... again." He repeated. "I like the sound of your voi... um. I mean...  I like it when you read to me."

"Oh." Yaoyorozu said, flustered. It was now her turn to blush. "Well, I like reading to you." She said shyly. "But you didn't need an excuse to visit." She added. "I'm always happy to have you over. Whenever you like."

"Well," he muttered, "the excuse wasn't for you."

Her brow pinched together in thought. She thought she understood what he meant, but it was honestly so difficult to tell with him. He always kept his cards close to his chest. Maybe now was a good opportunity to take a peek, if he'd let her.

"We can talk, then." Yaoyorozu sat back down on the couch, though this time she seated herself in the middle as opposed to the opposite end. "You can get to know me better and I can learn more about you." She brushed some hair from her face, tucking the locks behind her ear and rested her cheek on her fist, her elbow supported by the back of the couch as she turned her body to face him. "Like, I don't know, what music do you enjoy?"

"Music?" He asked as if he'd never heard of it before.

"Yes, music." Yaoyorozu laughed. "Jiro listens to punk rock, and Hakagure likes K-Pop. I'm partial to classical, so what about you? What do you enjoy listening to?"

What music did he enjoy? No one had ever asked him that before, so he wasn't quite sure how to respond. No one had really asked him anything about himself before. With Kendo, they'd only really talked about her. Or rather she had talked at him. About what she liked. Her hobbies and interests and her dream to be a hero. They'd never really talked about him.  

Thinking more on the question, he recalled the abandoned room in the home where he'd found solace. The orphanage had lost a lot of its funding over the years, and some programs had to be cut. That room was all that remained of what was once Shonien's music program. Deserted and covered in dust, empty except for that elegant body of Japanese spruce.

"I like the piano."

"Really?" Momo lifted her head. "Do you enjoy classical piano, or...?"

"I do, yes."

She smiled. Looking around, she made the decision to stand. "Come with me." She reached down and waited for him to take her hand.

She led him through the ground floor of the mansion around several corners where they found the sitting room. There were two mahogany bookcases flanking either side of an ornate fireplace. A beautiful oil painting of the Yaoyorozu family was centered atop the mantle, and a leather couch and two armchairs sat around the fireplace with an intricately carved coffee table in the middle.

Yaoyorozu guided him around the furniture to a magnificent grand piano positioned just a short distance behind the couch. The fine black wood was adorned with golden embellishments and the eighty-eight keys were hand carved from real ivory.

"May I?" (L/N) asked nervously.

"Please." Yaoyorozu responded, happy to see him so captivated.

Cautiously approaching the instrument, (L/N) brushed the pads of his fingers along the fine wood. The finish was smooth and untainted, and the wood was free of any imperfections. He knew that if he were to test the keys, they would respond at the lightest touch in perfect tune.

"I thought I could play something for you." Yaoyorozu took a seat on the bench, which was just as masterfully crafted as the piano itself. "Are you familiar with Schubert? I've been working on Fantasia in F minor for four hands. My father and I play together sometimes, though I only play hands three and four. Hands one and two require a level of mastery beyond my capabilities, I'm afraid."

Quickly playing up and down the appropriate scale, Yaoyorozu gently began to ghost her fingers up and down the keyboard as she played through the first movement of the piece. Engrossed in the music, (L/N) took a seat on her right and listened to her play. She was very skilled, as she was in all her endeavors, and the delicacy with which she played demonstrated a true appreciation for the music. His own fingers twitched and trembled in time with the music. The harmonies and melodies flooded his lungs as he breathed in the music. The counterpoints and chords filled him and for a moment he lost himself.

Yaoyorozu smiled at the way (L/N)'s body swayed and how his head gently twisted at the neck with each swell and diminuendo. She closed her eyes and allowed herself to become engrossed in the music as well but found herself pleasingly pulled back to reality as the notes of the first and second hand seamlessly joined her own playing. She looked over at (L/N) in pleasant surprise, releasing a small laugh of amazement as his fingers masterfully danced across the keys. His shoulders were free of tension and his eyebrows pinched together in concentration. He had such an enthralled expression on his face which she quickly became entranced by.

A heat settled in her chest and rose to her cheeks. She inhaled sharply and fumbled with the keys, breaking the spell that had mesmerized them both. (L/N) slowed his playing and shyly withdrew his hands from the piano, folding them in his lap.

"I-I... had no idea you played."

A darkness crept its way onto (L/N)'s face but at the same time it looked very sad. "I don't." He said quietly. "Not anymore."