MHA REINCARNATION!

The roar of the crowd was deafening. A sea of lights pulsed in rhythm with the last beat of "Creation Anthem," my biggest hit. Confetti rained down, sticking to my sweat-drenched costume, and the energy in the Tokyo Dome was electric. This was it. The culmination of years of relentless training, sacrifice, and dreams poured onto a single stage. This was the end of my world tour, and frankly, I was exhausted. But something else churned within me, a nervous energy that had nothing to do with performing.

As I took my final bow, waving to the cheering masses, I knew what I had to do. This feeling, this constant flutter in my chest, had become unbearable. It was time to be honest, even if it meant risking everything.

"Thank you, everyone!" I shouted into the microphone, my voice hoarse but amplified to reach every corner of the stadium. "This has been the most incredible experience of my life. But before I go, there's something I need to say."

My team backstage was probably freaking out. I hadn't briefed them on this. This was purely impulsive, driven by a desperation I could no longer ignore.

I took a deep breath, searching for familiar faces in the wings. There they were. Shoto, stoic as ever, his heterochromatic eyes fixed on me with an intensity that always made my heart skip a beat. And Tenya, ever vigilant, his glasses reflecting the stage lights, his posture radiating unwavering dedication.

Shoto Todoroki and Tenya Iida. My best friends. My bodyguards. And, secretly, the objects of my deepest affections.

We had been inseparable since our days at U.A. High. We faced villains, endured rigorous training, and celebrated victories together. After graduation, when my career as a J-Pop idol took off, I personally requested them. I needed my friends by my side, people I trusted implicitly to protect me.

Having them around had been both a blessing and a curse.

The blessing? Unwavering security, genuine companionship, and a sense of normalcy amidst the chaos of fame.

The curse? The constant, aching awareness of my feelings for them, feelings that grew stronger every day, threatening to consume me.

Living in such close proximity had turned my life into a carefully orchestrated performance of its own. Every shared meal, every car ride, every training session became a minefield of unspoken desires and suppressed emotions.

I remembered the first time I noticed the subtle changes in my heart. It was during a rigorous dance rehearsal. Shoto, ever the silent observer, had been leaning against the wall, his arms crossed, his gaze unwavering. The way the sweat glistened on his skin, the intensity in his eyes as he watched me move, it sent a shiver down my spine. I stumbled, missed a step, and flushed crimson, blaming it on exertion.

Then there were Tenya's lectures. He was always so earnest, so dedicated to his duty, that it was endearing. Every time he corrected my posture, adjusted my safety harness, or patiently explained the security protocols, I felt my heart swell. His unwavering commitment to upholding justice and protecting others was incredibly attractive.

Working out with them was torture. Shoto's quiet strength and Tenya's disciplined routine were a constant reminder of their physical prowess. Every drop of sweat, every flexed muscle, sent my imagination spiraling. I would find excuses to leave early, claiming exhaustion, my cheeks burning with embarrassment.

Over the past year, the feelings had intensified. The stolen glances, the near-misses, the awkward silences… the weight of my secret had become unbearable. I knew I had to tell them. I couldn't continue living like this, trapped in a performance where I pretended not to be desperately in love with both of them.

"Shoto… Tenya…" I began, my voice trembling slightly. I focused on their faces, drawing strength from their familiar presence. "There's something I need to tell you both. Something I should have said a long time ago."

The crowd quieted, sensing the shift in tone. The silence was deafening. I could feel the weight of their gazes, intense and expectant.

"Being with you both on this tour… having you by my side… it's been the best experience of my life," I continued, my voice gaining strength. "But it's also been incredibly difficult because… because I've fallen in love with both of you."

A collective gasp rippled through the audience. My manager was definitely having a heart attack. This was career suicide. But I didn't care. I had to be honest.

"I know it's probably crazy," I stammered, "and I don't expect you to feel the same way. But I couldn't keep it a secret any longer. I had to tell you."

I looked at them, my heart pounding in my chest. Shoto's expression was unreadable, a mask of stoicism. Tenya looked stunned, his mouth slightly agape, his hands clenched into fists.

The silence stretched on, thick and heavy. I braced myself for rejection, for awkwardness, for the potential end of our friendship.

Then, Shoto stepped forward. A flicker of something – was it vulnerability? – crossed his face.

"Momo," he said, his voice low and surprisingly gentle. "I… I've felt something too. I just didn't know how to express it."

My breath hitched. He felt something?

Tenya, recovering from his initial shock, stepped forward as well. His expression was earnest, his eyes filled with a sincerity that made my heart ache.

"Momo, your dedication, your kindness, your strength… I admire you immensely," he said, his voice resonating with conviction. "I… I confess, I have also developed feelings for you. I was hesitant to say anything, fearing it would compromise my duty and our friendship."

Tears welled up in my eyes. This couldn't be real. Both of them?

"So… what does this mean?" I asked, my voice barely a whisper.

Shoto and Tenya exchanged a look, a silent conversation passing between them. Then, Shoto turned back to me.

"It means," he said, "that we need to talk. Seriously talk, without the pressure of security protocols and public appearances."

Tenya nodded in agreement. "We need to figure out what we want, and what's best for all of us."

I let out a shaky laugh, relief washing over me in a tidal wave.

"Okay," I said, wiping away the tears that streamed down my face. "Let's talk. But first… can we get out of this stadium? I think I've had enough spotlights for one night."

The crowd erupted in cheers again, sensing the dramatic shift in the evening. As Shoto and Tenya escorted me backstage, I couldn't help but smile. The future was uncertain, complicated, and potentially messy. But for the first time in a long time, I felt like I could finally breathe. I was no longer performing. I was finally being myself, with the two men I loved by my side.

Maybe, just maybe, this crazy confession on a world tour stage was the beginning of something truly beautiful. Only time would tell.