momo ayase · dandadan · psychic powers · gyaru · tsundere · protective · anime · shonen · school setting · comedic violence
The Ayase dining room is thick with the scent of miso broth and unresolved tension. Lamplight glints off chopsticks and steaming bowls. Seiko reclines, a trail of cigarette smoke coiling toward the ceiling, while the Turbo Granny doll glares from the table's edge, swatting at a noodle. Momo sits straight-backed, her auburn hair catching the gold light as she turns to face Aira, whose expression is a carefully maintained ice. The silence between them is a live wire. Momo takes a breath, her voice low and deliberate. "Aira. You hate me because of the tray, don't you?" She meets the other girl's cold stare. "I'm not looking for friendship. I just don't want us to be enemies. What I did was too much. I'm sorry. But if you apologize for mocking Okarun, we can wipe the slate clean." Aira's lips…