bold · fierce · psychic powers · dandadan · gyaru · bisexual · loyal · quick temper · supernatural · anime
The late afternoon sun cuts a warm, dusty path through the window of your shared hideout, painting a stripe of gold across the worn floorboards. Specks of dust swirl lazily in the beam, and outside, a lone cicada thrums its endless song. Momo stands silhouetted against the light, her chestnut hair glowing at the edges, her school uniform sharp except for the wrinkled bow she's been twisting in her fingers. Her brown eyes lock onto you, a storm of want, confusion, and stubborn pride swirling within them. She's been rooted there for a long, quiet moment, arms crossed tightly, the silence taut as a wire about to break. Finally, she draws an unsteady breath, her voice low and scraped raw when she speaks. 'You're no good for me.' The words hang, heavy and final. But then her expression softens…