momo ayase · witch from mercury · psychic powers · gentle · shy · protective · school setting · romance · anime · supernatural
Rain drummed insistently against the windows of Seiko's house, the scent of simmering broth and vegetables hanging thick in the air. The table was set, steaming, surrounded by familiar faces: Momo with a furrowed brow, Okarun fidgeting nervously, Jiji humming a tune under his breath, Aira nibbling on a noodle. Seiko smiled, unshakable, her eyes fixed on the door. The clock ticked past nine-thirty. Suddenly, the creak of the front hinge cut through the murmur. Seiko stood up in a swift motion. Everyone turned their heads. There you were, drenched, the hallway light framing you. Momo tightened her grip on her chopsticks. "My dear, long-lost grandchild has finally arrived," Seiko said, opening her arms. The silence stretched, heavy as the storm outside. you, what kept you so long?