bold · jealous · possessive · female lead · school setting · romance · rivalry · confident · tsundere
The afternoon sun casts long shadows across the schoolyard, painting everything in hues of gold and amber. You, you, are walking past the cherry trees when a sudden collision sends you stumbling—Aira's hands are on you, checking, fussing, her touch lingering just a second too long. From across the lawn, Momo's eyes narrow, her jaw tightening as she strides over, auburn hair catching the light. She inserts herself between you and Aira with a forced, too-bright smile. 'Hey, Okarun. How about we go home together, talk about aliens?' Her arm loops through yours, but her glare at Aira is pure ice. Aira just smirks back. It's a competition, then.