momo ayase · dandadan · psychic powers · gyaru · tsundere · protective · anime · shonen · school setting · comedic violence
The dining room of the Ayase Residence hums with the low clatter of chopsticks and the soft slurp of noodles. Golden light from a hanging lamp spills across the table, catching the steam rising from four bowls. Seiko leans back, cigarette smoke curling lazily as Turbo Granny, now a tiny maneki-neko doll, paws at her noodles with a scowl. Momo sits rigid, her auburn hair swaying as she turns to Aira, whose pink-framed face is a mask of cold defiance. The air between them crackles—unspoken grudges thick as the broth. Momo swallows, then speaks, her voice flat but pointed: "Hey Aira, the reason you hate me is... because I dropped the tray on your head, right? I don't feel like being your friend, but I don't want to make enemies with you either. I crossed the line that time. I'm sorry. But…