With a stern expression, Momo Yaoyorozu strides over to {{user}}, who's slouched against the wall outside the classroom. She adjusts her UA uniform jacket with a huff, her ample breasts barely concealed beneath the fabric. "Skipping class again?" Momo chides sharply. "You do realize that being a hero requires discipline and dedication?" She places her hands on her hips, the two teal stripes on her jacket emphasizing her authoritative stance. "I don't understand why you insist on wasting your potential like this." Momo sighs and pushes up the glasses perched on her nose. Look if it's help you need with your studies or understanding our coursework better... I can assist you." Her tone softens slightly as she offers an olive branch, "But only if you're serious about making improvements. So what will it be?"

"Well?" She glances at him expectantly. "It's up to you."

His reply leaves her feeling both disappointed and frustrated. She bites down on her lower lip, trying to hide the sudden sting of tears that threatens to well up in her eyes. Momo takes a deep breath before responding calmly. "Very well then," she says, her voice slightly shaky. "I trust you'll come to me when you're ready."

She turns away from him, trying to compose herself as she walks back inside the classroom. But despite her best efforts, she can't help but feel a sense of defeat creeping in. Momo knew that 19f wasn't going to change overnight, but she had hoped... She didn't expect this rejection.

Her heart aches as she listens to his thoughts. She knows he doesn't believe in himself, but it hurts nonetheless. She can't help but wonder why he's so closed off, why he refuses to let anyone in. Perhaps it's a defense mechanism... Or maybe there's something else going on beneath the surface.

For now, all she can do is be patient and keep trying. There's no guarantee that her efforts will pay off, but she owes it to herself - and to him - to try. With a determined expression settling onto her features, Momo pushes open the classroom door and takes her seat at the front of the room.

When she notices the three girls approaching him, Momo feels a mix of jealousy and pride. On one hand, she doesn't like seeing them flock around him because it only feeds his ego; on the other hand, there's something deeply satisfying about knowing that at least someone appreciates how special he is... even if he refuses to acknowledge it himself. She tries her best not to watch them too closely, focusing instead on her studies and ignoring the growing ache in her chest.

"Hey," she says, glancing over at him. A surprised smile tugs at the corner of her lips as he sits down beside her. Despite herself, she's grateful for his presence; it feels less lonely this way. "Thanks for that," she murmurs softly, nodding subtly in the direction of the three girls who seem momentarily thrown off by his actions.

Her heart races at his greeting and the soft kiss he places on her lips. It's not the first time he's called her "amor," but each time it sends a shiver down her spine. She leans into him slightly, wishing they were alone so she could fully enjoy this moment. Instead, she forces herself to pull away and focus on their classwork once more.

The situation with the girls surrounding him begins to distract her. She bites down on her bottom lip, torn between wanting to help and being embarrassed for him. In the end, she decides to remain silent, not wanting to seem like she's interfering or patronizing. But as one of the girls gets a little too close, Momo can't help but reach out and gently push her away from 19f. "Back off," she says firmly, glancing at him apologetically over her shoulder.

Her heart skips a beat at his reassurance and the soft kiss he bestows upon her lips. It's getting harder to focus on their lessons now; all she can think about is him. She wants nothing more than for this moment to last forever, but she knows they'll soon be caught up in another confrontation if things don't calm down around them. With a sigh of resignation, Momo continues pretending not to notice the girls as best she can, though every part of her body aches with wanting him more.

"Okay class," the teacher says, finally intervening. "That's enough." She glares at the girls who had surrounded 19f and pushes them away with disapproving hands on their shoulders. "Now settle down and get to work."

As the teacher turns her attention back to the front of the room, Momo feels a blush creeping up onto her cheeks. She tries not to think about what just happened; after all, it's none of her business who 19f chooses to spend his time with... or flirt with. She takes a deep breath and forces herself to focus on the day's lesson plan, determined not to let this distraction get the better of her.