Creati Hero: All-Father[Completed]

As I stated earlier, I will hasten the pace. I skipped the Festival Arc. Have fun...

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The festival's finale brought a flurry of excitement that washed over U.A. High like a tidal wave. Under the combined leadership of Mokami and Momo, Class 1-A's performance became the festival's centerpiece, a spectacle that pulled heartstrings and incited applause in rhythmic echoes through the crowd.

The post-festival energy still clung to the air as the day of the Hero Billboard Chart JP dawned. Students, faculty, and professional heroes alike were a flurry of anticipation and nerves. The chart was more than just a rank. It was a validation of one's worth as a hero and their contributions to society.

Mokami was in the common area, his eyes flicking through the pages of a book, seemingly immersed. The silence around him was not because he demanded it but simply because his mere presence commanded respect. His dark eyes, seemingly etched with infinite wisdom, occasionally glancing over his peers in the room, watching their nervous ticks and fidgets.

Momo, Toru, Mina, and Pony, along with a few others, gathered around Mokami, their attention fixed on the television screen where the new Hero Billboard Chart JP rankings were about to be announced. The weight of anticipation hung thick in the room. The common area, usually filled with the sounds of casual chatter and laughter, was hushed to a near silence.

Mokami and Momo's new Hero Agency, The Creation Pantheon Agency, had made its entry with an earth-shaking impact. The team was still fresh from their victory against Shie Hassaikai, their combined efforts and strategic maneuvers successfully dismantling the criminal organization. The glow of triumph had barely dimmed when they faced yet another challenge - I-Island. Once again, the agency proved their mettle, rising to the occasion and showcasing the true spirit of heroism.

Their formidable team of heroes, including All Might, Mirko, Ryukyu, and Sahar, had quickly risen to global prominence. Although Mokami was the invisible force that steered the team to victory, it was Momo who took center stage, basking in the recognition that he willingly ceded to her.

As the announcement of the Hero Billboard Chart JP drew closer, the eyes of the world turned to the team. The creation agency had already cemented its reputation as a force to be reckoned with, but it was the rankings that would decide their place in the hero world.

The room fell into a hushed silence as the broadcast began. The words "Hero Billboard Chart JP" lit up the screen, sending a ripple of anticipation through the room.

"Well, here it goes," Momo said, her voice low but carrying an underlying tone of strength.

The screen flickered to life and the announcer appeared, a bright smile plastered on his face. He began with an introduction, highlighting the accomplishments of the heroes, creating an atmosphere of anticipation that was almost tangible.

The energy in the room was palpable as the television host, her smile bright, announced, "And now, the moment you've all been waiting for—the new Hero Billboard Chart JP!"

Momo's hand, a tad colder than usual, found its way to Mokami's in shared anticipation. A nod from him was all the reassurance she needed. It was as if the room held its breath.

"Retaining his top position," the host began, her voice echoing throughout the room, "is All Might!" Applause resonated around the room, the students' clapping filled with admiration and respect for the Symbol of Peace. Mokami's eyes, dark and deep, remained trained on the screen.

"In the second place, standing tall, is Endeavor!" The applause that followed was polite, a stark contrast from the enthusiasm for All Might. A small, knowing smile tugged at Mokami's lips, barely noticeable to anyone but Momo.

Before the silence could grow awkward, the host announced, "And here's where things get interesting. Our third spot, previously held by Hawks, has been taken over by none other than the Lunar Hero, Mirko!" The announcement was met with surprised gasps and exclamations.

Mina, her arms flailing with excitement, turned to Mokami. "Did you see that coming, Mokami?"

Mokami's gaze flickered from the screen to Mina. His face, devoid of any surprise, held an expression of amusement. "I'd say it's well deserved," he answered. He didn't say more. His gaze returned to the screen, focusing on Mirko's triumphant image.

The host continued, "Following her closely, from the land of Egypt, Sahar has climbed to Number 4." The room buzzed with appreciation for the global hero now ranking in Japan. Hawks had slipped to number five, and Ryukyu held strong at number six.

The astounding announcement of The Creation Pantheon Agency's dominance over the top ten in the Hero Billboard Chart JP was met with a tumultuous celebration. The room resonated with unrestrained cheers and excited yells as their fellow students reveled in the impressive feat.

Toru was bouncing up and down. "I can't believe it! We did it, didn't we? We're on the top!"

Mina's face lit up with excitement. "This is wild!" She squealed, her arms flailing animatedly, "Just look at us! This isn't a dream, right?"

While their friends reveled in the moment, Mokami and Momo shared a quiet glance. Their eyes held an unspoken understanding, a shared pride in their accomplishment. The room was buzzing, the television still announcing rankings, but the two of them were in a world of their own.

The excitement was broken by a sudden stuttering voice. "T-t-this!" It was Mineta, his eyes wide and fixed on the screen.

His sudden outburst stole the room's attention. Everyone turned to look where Mineta was pointing. The moment their eyes landed on the television, the room fell silent. It was as if time had stopped.

"Number 19, Momo Yaoyorozu, Mokami Yaoyorozu, Nejire Hado."

It took a moment for the words to sink in. A breathless silence lingered in the room, and then it exploded. Cheers erupted, louder and more enthusiastic than before. The atmosphere was thick with disbelief, astonishment, and immense pride.

Kirishima was the first to find his voice. "That's awesome! You guys are in the top 20!" He turned to the pair with a grin plastered across his face, his hands clenched into fists in a gesture of triumph.

Next to him, Sero was grinning from ear to ear, "Can you believe it? Our very own Momo and Mokami are in the top twenty! And Nejire too! We're in the presence of true heroes, guys!"

Despite the booming cheers and animated chatters, Mokami's gaze was firmly on Momo. He squeezed her hand slightly, a small smile playing on his lips. It was a silent promise, a vow of shared victories and triumphs.

Momo turned to look at him, her eyes sparkling with joy and pride. She returned his squeeze, whispering softly, "We did it."

Their moment was interrupted by Pony's loud, delighted squeal. "You guys! This is amazing! You are true heroes!"

Momo's face split into a grin as she turned to face her friends, her hands still intertwined with Mokami's. "We couldn't have done it without you all," she said, her voice warm with gratitude.

Jirou, leaning against the couch, clapped her hands. "You're too humble, Momo. You guys did great. We're proud of you."

A few hours later, Mokami and Momo found themselves on the rooftop of The Creation Pantheon Agency's HQ, overlooking the sprawling cityscape. The setting sun bathed the metropolis in a warm, golden hue, casting long shadows and highlighting the vibrancy of the city below.

Mokami, his arms wrapped securely around Momo from behind, was a silent pillar of strength. His face was nuzzled into her hair, taking in the comforting scent that was so uniquely Momo. The quiet strength of his presence seemed to radiate warmth, his embrace a tangible manifestation of his unwavering support and care. Momo, gently leaning against his chest, reveled in the familiar solidity of his form, the rhythmic beat of his heart soothing in its constancy.

From the moment of their birth, Mokami had been a constant source of amazement and pride for her. His intellect, wisdom, and silent tenacity had been her rock through the toughest of times. His quiet perseverance and unconditional support were the pillars upon which she had built her strength. And now, sharing in the triumphant moment of their recognition, she felt a profound sense of gratitude towards her twin.

"Today was a good day, Mokami," Momo said softly, the pride in her voice mirroring the feelings welling up inside her. "We did it. Together."

Silent for a moment, Mokami then pressed a gentle kiss to her hair. "We did, Momo," he affirmed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Every moment of success they achieved was a reminder to Mokami of the blessings in his life. The warmth of family, the bond with Momo, and the purpose he found in his hero work were things he never took for granted. They filled an emptiness that he didn't fully understand but was deeply ingrained in him, a void that spoke of a lonely past life that he had no memory of.

But whatever pain he might have carried from his past, he knew he had found solace in his present life. His instinctive reflexes and certain inexplicable feelings suggested a past marked by hardship and struggle, but the love and warmth he received from Momo and their mother had always helped ease that pain.

"Momo," he began, his voice a quiet rumble against her back. "You've always been there for me, always supported me. I'm... grateful."

It wasn't often that Mokami expressed himself so openly, and Momo felt a wave of emotion at his words. She tightened her hold on his arms that were wrapped around her, conveying her feelings without the need for words.

"You don't need to thank me, Mokami," she said, her voice full of warmth. "I couldn't have asked for a better brother."

Mokami's hold tightened around her for a moment, a non-verbal affirmation of their unbreakable bond. He didn't respond with words, but he didn't need to. His silence, as always, was loud in its understanding and shared sentiment.