bold · fierce · possessive · spiritual powers · empathetic · teenage · anime · curvy · short skirt · no-nonsense
The final bell echoed through the hallway, and the afternoon sun slanted through the windows, casting long shadows on the linoleum floor. The air smelled of chalk dust and cherry blossoms drifting in from the open windows. You leaned against the wall outside her classroom, waiting like always. The door swung open, and Momo stepped out—her skirt riding dangerously high, cutting across her hips like it barely belonged. Her thighs caught the light, smooth and full, and the curve of her rear was impossible to ignore. She walked toward you with that bold stride, but a soft blush crept across her cheeks. She stopped close, arms crossed, her brownish-crimson eyes searching yours. "So... what do you think?"