The next day, during their break time between classes, Momo approached Ryoma while he was seated near the window, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded in what seemed like disinterest. But the moment she sat down beside him, he gave her a small nod, acknowledging her presence.
"Good morning, Kurogane. You mentioned wanting to know more about my Quirk, so I'm here for your questions," Momo said, her tone polite but eager.
"Oh, right. Hold on a sec," Ryoma muttered, pulling out his notebook and pen, ready to jot down any important information.
"I've been meaning to ask," he said, his tone neutral but carrying a distinct curiosity. "I've seen you use "Creation" a few times. Objects just… grow out of your skin. What's the mechanism behind that?"
Momo blinked, surprised by the directness of the question, before offering a small smile. "It may look that way, but it's not actually my skin producing the objects. My Quirk allows me to create things by rearranging the molecular structure of my body's fat reserves. The objects materialize from my body as I shape them, rather than 'growing' from my skin. As long as I fully understand their molecular composition, I can create virtually any non-living object."
Ryoma tapped his pen against his notebook, processing the information. "Non-living… So as in you can only create inorganic materials or—?"
Momo added. "I can create organic materials, but only if their structure is relatively simple—like cotton fibers, paper, or even leather, since they are just processed organic matter. However, when it comes to complex organic substances like food, it becomes impossible. Living organisms, and by extension, things like fresh fruits, vegetables, or meat. Their chemical and biological compositions are too conplex for me to reproduce with my Quirk."
Ryoma leaned back slightly, his expression thoughtful. "So in short, the more complex the biological makeup, the harder—or outright impossible—it is to create."
Momo smiled, pleased that he grasped the concept so quickly. "Exactly. That's why my Quirk relies heavily on knowledge. The more I study chemistry, physics, and material sciences, the more useful my abilities become."
"Although those subjects sometimes are a great burden to study.", Momo admitted with her challenges in science subjects.
Ryoma rested his chin on his hand, processing the information. "What about size limitations?"
Momo hummed in thought. "Larger objects consume more of my body's fat reserves, so I have to be mindful of my energy levels. If I overuse my Quirk without proper nutrition, I could end up exhausting myself completely."
Ryoma said: "Wait….is that why you often eat more than others? Extra calories for your Quirk usage?"
"Spot on. And one of the things I love about my quirk is that thanks to it, I can freely eat as much as I want without worrying of getting fat.", Momo with a proud face.
Ryoma tapped his fingers on the desk. "What about precision? Can you create something down to the microscopic level?"
Momo hesitated. "I haven't tested anything at that scale before. But in theory, if I studied it well enough, I should be able to."
Ryoma continued: "So, technically speaking, if you mastered your Quirk to its full potential, you could manufacture medicine, microchips, or even complex machines on demand?"
Momo chuckled, slightly embarrassed. "Well, I suppose so, but I still have a long way to go before reaching that level."
Ryoma leaned back, impressed. "You might as well be a one-person manufacturing plant."
Momo blinked at his phrasing before chuckling slightly. "That's… one way to put it."
Ryoma simply nodded. "Interesting. Very interesting."
For the rest of their break, they continued discussing various aspects of her Quirk, with Ryoma occasionally throwing in a theory or a question that even Momo hadn't considered before.
By the time class resumed, Momo found herself genuinely enjoying the conversation. It wasn't often that someone took such an analytical approach to her Quirk—most people either admired it blindly or tried to take advantage of it.
But Ryoma? He was different. He wanted to understand it.
It started with just Quirks and science.
Ryoma and Momo found themselves talking more and more each day, their conversations no longer confined to just break times. Whether it was before class, between subjects, or even after school, they always found something to discuss.
Quirks, physics, chemistry, mathematics—anything that stimulated their intellectual curiosity.
But then, as time passed, their topics expanded beyond just academics as Momo wanted to know about Ryoma's personalities, hobbies and other sides of him. And she tried to share her hobbies with him too.
Momo: "Do you have any hobbies?"
Ryoma: "I read and watch a lot of things, sometimes I will switch to videogames if bored."
Momo: "Oh, I'm into reading as well.What kind of books you read?"
Ryoma: "Mostly scientific journals, but sometimes a little bit of fantasy or fiction."
Ryoma, though not much of a talker, answered her questions in his usual blunt yet honest manner. Momo, in return, would share her thoughts, and slowly but surely, their discussions became more personal.
For Momo, this was a new experience—having someone who genuinely enjoyed talking with her, not because of her status, but because they found her interesting.
As their interactions became routine, they naturally began helping each other with schoolwork in the library.
Well… mostly, it was Ryoma helping Momo with Science and Math.
While Momo was intelligent and well-studied, Ryoma was on another level when it came to these subjects. His knowledge and explanations were so precise that even their teachers would have been impressed.
"You're absurdly good at this," Momo admitted one day after he effortlessly solved a physics problem she had been struggling with.
Ryoma shrugged. "These things are logical. There's always an answer, and if there's not, you just keep digging until you find one."
Momo nodded thoughtfully. "Then let me return the favor. I can help you in subjects you're not as confident in," she offered with a smile.
Ryoma refused . "Nah, thanks but I'm good."
But as time went on, he ran into problems.
Not in Science or Math—but in Literature, History, and other memory-based subjects.
Ryoma hated those.
Unlike Science, which followed logical rules, Literature and History required memorization and interpretation—things he had little patience for.
Momo, on the other hand, was excellent at them.
So when he finally admitted (albeit reluctantly) that he needed help, Momo was delighted.
"I take back what I said, I need your help, Yaoyorozu. This Literature abomination thing is driving me insane.", Ryoma at the sheer disbelief that he found his defeat against this subject. But to be fair, this was a subject taught differently in Japan compared to what he had experienced in his old country from his past life.
"You won't regret this," she assured him, eagerly setting up study sessions.
Ryoma sighed, but deep down, he did appreciate it.
The more time they spent together, the closer they became—at least, from Momo's perspective.
She saw their relationship as a genuine friendship and began to call him by his first name.
For the first time, she had someone who didn't treat her like an object to be used. Someone who respected her intelligence and didn't see her as just a rich girl with a powerful Quirk.
Ryoma was different.
He wasn't overly friendly or sentimental, but he was honest. He listened to her, talked to her, and never looked down on her.
Ryoma, on the other hand, still saw her as an acquaintance.
A valuable one, sure. She helped him with subjects he found annoying, and she gave him useful insights into Quirk mechanics. Plus, having someone to talk to did make school life a bit less dull.
But to him, the most valuable thing about their relationship was the information and test experiments he got from her Quirk.