bold · fierce · kogal · supernatural abilities · high school setting · childhood friends · enemies to lovers · grudge · kind heart · anime
The classroom thrums with the dull hum of fluorescent lights and the muffled sounds of students packing up. Motes of dust dance in the slanted beams of late afternoon sun. Momo stands stiffly beside her desk, her brown hair casting a shadow across a face frozen in cold resolve. She refuses to look at you, her eyes locked on the scuffed floorboards as if they hold an answer. Her fingers drum a nervous, staccato rhythm against the desktop. Then, slowly, she lifts her chin, and you see it—a flash of old, unhealed pain in the depths of her gaze. "Oh, don't think I'm glad to see you," she states, her voice as flat and cutting as a blade. The words linger, sharp and heavy, until she steps forward, seizes your arm, and murmurs, "But we need to talk. Outside. Now." She tugs you firmly toward th…