MHA: Absolute Telekinesis [28] Date?

(Kata POV – Kata's House)

Turns out, it wasn’t anything crazy. Himiko just wanted to watch so horror and thriller movies, gushing about all the blood and gore she saw.

I ended up sitting through two of them back-to-back before we called it a night. After I made dinner for both of us, she retreated to her room, seemingly satisfied with the day.

I, on the other hand, stayed up for a while, studying the dical textbooks. The more I read, the more perfect my techniques would beco. It wasn’t just about regeneration—there were countless ways I could apply this knowledge. Eventually, I turned in around midnight and woke up at 6 AM.

Falling into my usual routine, I completed my morning exercises, took a shower, and made breakfast for two. I left a note for Himiko, letting her know I’d be out.

Where was I going? Well, Nezu had ssaged . He had taken care of the legalities on his end and arranged for my court hearing to be held today. It was considerate, given that I’d be too busy with internships for the next week.

'He’s really efficient.' I muse.

As for Himiko’s situation, Nezu ntioned that detectives were investigating and had already found so evidence of her abuse. If all goes according to plan, she'll no longer be wanted.

'But she'll probably be monitored.'

I arrived at the courthouse 30 minutes early and Mrs. Potters arrived soon after, having been notified in advance. We exchanged greetings, and before long, the hearing began.

Thanks to Nezu’s influence, and my preparations, everything proceeded smoothly. I presented my docunts, outlined financial independence due to my inheritance, and emphasized how my academic performance at U.A. which portrayed as responsible. The judge listened carefully, assessing everything before issuing the decree of emancipation.

Holding the court order in my hands, I let out a slow breath.

'It’s done.'

The next few hours passed in a blur—securing ownership of my finances, updating healthcare and housing records, and handling all the legal loose ends. Everything was finalized around noon.

As I began my walk ho, I unexpectedly ran into Momo. She looked surprised—more than that, she seed nervous.

I raised an eyebrow. 'What’s this about?'

"Hey," I greeted casually.

(Momo POV – Café, 2 hours ago)

I checked my phone again, confirming the eting place. Looking up at the small café, I double-checked the na.

'This is it.'

Taking a deep breath, I pushed open the door. A little bell chid above as I stepped inside, taking in the warm, cozy atmosphere.

Students around my age were scattered across tables, chatting and laughing. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and baked pastries lingered in the air, soothing my nerves—if only slightly.

'You can do this, Momo.' I steeled myself, ignoring the nervous flutter in my stomach, and even more, my excitent.

Looking around, I quickly spotted the rest of the Class 1-A girls at a table near the window. Smiling, I approached and waved.

"Hello, everyone. It seems I’m the last to arrive," I said, feeling a little self-conscious.

They just laughed it off, and Mina pulled into a seat beside her.

"We’re glad you ca, Momo! I picked a great place, right?" she asked, leaning in expectantly.

I nodded. "Yes, I really like the atmosphere. It’s very relaxing."

Everyone murmured in agreent as Toru piped up, "How’d you find this place?"

Mina grinned. "A friend recomnded it."

The conversation continued, flowing effortlessly between topics—how we’d been spending the break, our excitent for the upcoming internships, and general lighthearted chatter. It was nice.

'I finally have friends I can hang out with!' I celebrate internally.

I’d never really had friends before coming to U.A., and monts like these made appreciate just how much my life had changed.

Then, Jiro casually steered the discussion in a different direction.

"So, Mina. You said you wanted our help with sothing?"

The energy at the table shifted imdiately. Everyone’s attention zeroed in on Mina, who chuckled nervously.

"Yeah… I do," she admitted, rubbing the back of her head. "Actually, I’m not really the one who needs help, exactly. It’s about a friend of mine, and I'm looking for advice."

Toru gasped, practically vibrating in excitent. "Is it about a boy?"

Mina averted her eyes, avoiding the question entirely.

That was all the confirmation we needed.

A knowing silence passed between us. Then—

Excitent erupted across the table. Smirks, exchanged glances, teasing grins.

"Spill!"

Mina groaned. "I knew this would happen…"

"It’s not like that!" she insisted. "This friend is just really reserved, and I’ve noticed they’re hurting a lot… He doesn’t even seem to realize that soone would care about him if they found out."

The mood turned serious. Tsuyu looked thoughtful, Uraraka concerned, and Jiro… a little down. Even Toru, despite her usual cheer, seed subdued.

Jiro was the first to speak. "That’s tough. Maybe just let him figure things out on his own and be there if he ever does ask for help?"

It made sense. Soone independent and private wouldn’t take well to being confronted outright.

'That sounds like… the class president.'

The thought lodged itself in my mind. The more Mina spoke, the more certain I beca.

I hesitated, realizing sothing—I didn’t actually know much about Kata beyond our representative duties and how strong he is. That realization stung.

But then, an idea ca to . "I think…" I started, suddenly feeling self-conscious. The group turned to expectantly, and I almost second-guessed myself. But I pressed on.

"It might be best to take things slowly," I explained. They blinked in confusion, so I clarified, "If they aren’t used to affection and care, showing sudden concern might make them wary instead of appreciative. Getting to know them first might be a better approach."

'At least… that’s how I think Kata would react.'

Mina brightened. "That actually makes a lot of sense!"

The conversation picked up again, brainstorming ways to subtly support this 'friend.' Mina kept asking for my input, which surprised , but it also felt nice.

After an hour, we finally parted ways. As I stepped outside, Mina pulled aside.

"Thanks, Momo. You really helped." She flashed a bright smile, and I returned it easily.

I hesitated for a mont before admitting, "It’s… about the class president, isn’t it?"

She sighed, rubbing the back of her head. "Yeah. I might’ve ssed things up if I’d handled it my way. Your advice really helped. Can I co to you for more?"

I nodded without hesitation. "Of course."

We exchanged a few more words before going our separate ways.

(Momo POV – Streets of Musutafu)

As I walked to where my driver would be waiting, my mind replayed the conversation. I had no reason to feel nervous, and yet...

Images surfaced against my will. Kata handing a gift after I helped him integrate into class. The way everyone assud he might like during lunch. And, most vividly, the mont he saved us during the USJ incident.

'Why was I thinking about this?'

Before I could make sense of it, I looked up—and froze.

Kata stood in front of .

'The topic of our entire conversation…'

He regarded with his usual cool expression.

I forced myself to et his gaze, hoping my nervousness didn’t show. But the way his red eyes studied made it difficult to think clearly.

"Hey," he greeted casually.

"H-Hello, class president," I stamred, inwardly cursing my nervousness.

He raised an eyebrow.

I quickly regained my composure, forcing myself to act natural. This is fine. Everything is normal.

Still, one thought lingered.

'What would he think if he knew what we were talking about?'

I shake off my nerves. He probably wouldn’t mind or care.

"You seem distracted. Are you okay?" he asks.

"I'm absolutely fine," I reply, regaining my composure. "I was just surprised—I didn’t expect to run into you."

Then, an idea strikes . 'This is a good chance to get to know him better.'

"Actually, class president, are you busy right now?" I ask hesitantly. I don’t want to bother him if he has things to do.

He tilts his head slightly. "Not really. I just finished so tasks and was about to head to the library to get so books."

'The library?' I perk up slightly. 'I love books, and we can bind over that!'

"Do you mind if I accompany you?" I ask.

He nods, and we start walking side by side.

"What kind of books are you looking for?" I ask curiously.

He thinks for a mont before listing them off. "I need so on cellular biology, quirk factors, and advanced physics."

"Wow. Those are quite advanced."

'I wonder what he needs them for? Should I ask?'

"Are you just curious about those topics?" I ask hesitantly. "They're well beyond our syllabus, but expanding your knowledge is comndable!"

"Not exactly."

I deflate slightly, realizing I had assud wrong.

"While they are interesting, I mainly want to improve myself. My quirk requires to understand certain subjects to use it efficiently."

That grabs my attention. I already knew his quirk was more than simple telekinesis after the Sports Festival, but does it really require that much theoretical knowledge?

"I guess our quirks are similar in that regard," I muse.

A rare, small smile appears on his face—but it vanishes just as quickly.

But I saw it.

I giggle at the sight, covering my mouth slightly.

He glances at , an eyebrow raised. "I wonder what you find amusing?"

I blush, realizing I had laughed aloud. "My apologies. I just noticed you smiling—it suits you."

He studies for a mont before asking, "You think I look better when I smile?"

'Is he teasing ?' I wonder. 'Or is he genuinely asking?'

I decide to be honest and nod.

"Yes. You seem more approachable and friendly. I know you're a kind person, and I think smiling suits you better."

He exhales lightly. "I don't know what made you believe I'm kind, but you're wrong."

I giggle at his denial. 'He won't admit it, but it's cute seeing him try to reject the idea.'

The rest of the walk continues with playful banter, and I find myself genuinely enjoying our conversation.

'Although he’s serious most of the ti, I think he genuinely cares. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have talked with this much.'

The thought brings warmth to my chest.

When we arrive at the library, he imdiately finds the books he needs—two on dicine and biology, one on physics, one on quirks, and another on advanced molecular chemistry. He rents them out and slips them into his bag with practiced ease.

"Are there any books you'd want? I can help you look." he asks.

I shake my head. "My family has a library at ho, so I can get books from there."

He nods, then hesitates for a mont. "There's sothing I've always been curious about you."

I tilt my head. "What is it?"

Kata pauses for a mont before speaking. "As far as I understand, your quirk allows you to create anything as long as you know its molecular structure, correct?"

I nod.

"I assu you don’t make guns due to gun regulation laws, though it would significantly improve your combat effectiveness. Especially if you created specialized ammunition with non-lethal effects."

I nod again, but his words make pause. 'The thought of using guns never even occurred to .'

'They are weapons originally designed to kill...' The idea sends a shiver up my spine, but I decide to give it serious thought.

'It would be a huge advantage. Of course, I’d need to train and acquire a license, but… it’s sothing definitely worth considering.'

Before I can dwell on it further, he continues. "I can do sothing similar to your quirk’s creation ability."

That catches off guard.

"How?" I ask, intrigued.

"By manipulating the molecules in an object and rearranging them," he says. "Though I haven’t trained it much yet."

"That’s incredible!" I say, genuinely impressed.

He remains expressionless, but sothing about his deanor seems dissatisfied.

"Not really," he says. "That’s actually what I wanted to ask you about." He pauses before continuing, "I admire the amount of effort you put into studying to refine your quirk... but have you ever considered going beyond that?"

I tilt my head. "What do you an?"

"Can you create a small steel ball?"

I nod and quickly form one in my palm. He picks it up, rolling it between his fingers before enclosing it in his hand.

I watch curiously as he concentrates.

After a few monts, he opens his hand, revealing the sa steel ball—unchanged at first glance.

"What did you do?" I ask.

Instead of answering, he hands it back to and the mont I press my fingers against it, my eyes widen.

It compresses under the slightest pressure, bending and stretching like rubber.

"I rearranged its molecular structure," he explains. "By breaking its crystalline structure and altering it's molecular structure to be similar to that of rubber, I modified it's properties."

I stare at the malleable tal in disbelief. "But… this shouldn't be possible."

"Not through conventional physics," he admits. "But quirks are beyond conventional." He studies my expression before adding, "So... my question is... why can't you do sothing similar or potentially better?"

"My quirk doesn’t work like that," I say instinctively.

A mischievous glint flashes in his eyes. "Are you sure?"

I falter.

He presses on. "You could have just as easily created this ball with the altered molecular structure from the start."

I hesitate. 'Could I really do that?'

"You probably can," he continues, his voice calm but certain. "Your quirk isn’t bound by what already exists. It’s limited only by your imagination. Tell , if a new elent were discovered tomorrow, would you be able to create it?"

"...Yes," I admit quietly.

He leans back slightly. "And if, right now, you managed to imagine its structure before ever learning about it... would your quirk fail just because it wasn’t officially recognized?"

His words send my mind reeling.

I open my mouth to argue but… I can’t.

'He's right.'

After a long silence, he exhales softly. "I’m just saying… your power is extraordinary. More than even you realize. You’re a genius, and I'm sure that if you push yourself, you'd achieve sothing extraordinary."

I feel an odd warmth in my chest.

He then adds, almost casually, "I know you were frustrated after losing to Bakugo in the sports festival."

I sigh, offering a wry smile. "Nothing escapes you, class president."

He shrugs. "I hope this helps you see how incredible you really are." He pauses. "I'm studying material science to enhance my own quirk. We could share notes and ideas if you're interested. I think we'd co up with sothing amazing."

A genuine smile spreads across my face. I feel the heat rise to my cheeks as I look down slightly.

'What is this feeling?'

"I’d like that too," I say, my voice softer than I intended.

He nods, and we exit the library together as we continue discussing.