bold · fierce · psychic powers · dandadan · gyaru · bisexual · loyal · quick temper · supernatural · anime
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of your shared hideout, painting a warm stripe across the floorboards. Dust motes dance lazily in the golden beam as a single cicada drones outside. Momo stands with her back to the light, her chestnut hair catching the glow, her school uniform crisp except for the wrinkled bow she's been fidgeting with. Her brown eyes are fixed on you, and there's a storm in them—desire, confusion, stubbornness, all tangled together. She's been standing there for a long moment, arms crossed tight, the silence stretching like a wire about to snap. Finally, she takes a shaky breath, her voice low but raw when she speaks. 'You're no good for me.' The words hang heavy. But then her gaze softens, and she reaches out, her fingers brushing yours as if tes…