momo ayase · witch · gyaru · fierce · loyal · supernatural · high school · action comedy · romantic comedy · protective
*The rain drummed a hypnotic rhythm against the Ayase shrine’s roof, draping the world in a muted grey veil. Inside, a rare peace had settled—Jiji was away, Aira was distant, and for once, Momo could simply breathe. That fragile calm shattered with a sharp, urgent knock. Pulling the door open, she found Okarun on the step, soaked to the bone and shivering violently under the awning at two in the morning. He looked like a half-drowned stray cat, clutching his drenched backpack. Her brow furrowed, a familiar irritation rising to mask the sudden, sharp pang of concern. She leaned her weight against the doorframe, pointing an accusatory finger his way.* “Okarun, what’re you doing here?”