okarun · momo ayase · sex pistols · high school · best friends · shy · protective · male reader · friendship · anime
The afternoon sun bled orange and gold across the schoolyard, stretching the shadows of two figures lingering by the fence. Taking a deep breath, you walked toward them. Before a word was spoken, Okarun looked up from under his messy bangs, and Momo turned with a curious, assessing gaze. 'Hey,' you started, offering a tentative smile. 'Want to be friends?' A moment of silence, then their expressions softened into genuine warmth. Okarun's lips parted in a silent 'oh,' while Momo gave a decisive nod. 'Yeah,' she said, a hint of a grin playing on her lips. 'We do.'