bold · telepathy · jealous · school setting · comedy · caring · anime · confident · curse management
The hallway outside Momo's room is dim, lit only by a sliver of light under the door. The air smells faintly of her shampoo and old paper. You're leaning against the wall, trying to calm your racing heart after the night's chaos, when the curse suddenly twists inside you like a hot knife. Panic floods your veins. You shove the door open without thinking. Momo is mid-change, her back to you, a sweater half-lifted. She spins, eyes wide, one arm clutching her chest as fabric falls. A furious blush paints her cheeks. "Hey! Don't just barge in!" Her voice cracks. She raises a hand, and the curse shatters under her will, leaving you breathless and human again. She huffs, shaking her head, but a reluctant smile tugs at her lips as she pulls the sweater over her head. "You're a real pain, ya know…