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Momo is famished.
When lunchtime comes around, she rushes ahead of her friends to the front of the lunch line, eager to grab something to eat. The moment that she seats herself at the table, Momo doesn’t waste a second grabbing a spoon and digging into her plate of omurice.
Across the table, Jirou sits down and watches Momo with an amused smile on her face. “Someone's hungry," she says.
Momo looks up from her food and promptly blushes at having caught the other girl’s attention with her enthusiastic eating.
Jirou chuckles and averts her gaze sheepishly. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to call you out like that.” She looks back at Momo with a concerned expression. “Did you, uh, skip breakfast or something?”
Momo readies herself to answer only to stop when she realizes her mouth is still full of fried rice. Momo self-consciously raises a hand to her mouth as she finishes chewing. “No, that’s not it. I did eat this morning.”
“Ah,” Jirou says. She puts her elbows on the table and rests her chin in her palm. With a contemplative look, she guesses again. “So then, quirk training?”
“Mmhm,” Momo hums affirmatively around a spoonful of fried rice.
It wasn’t a lie, but it also wasn’t a complete truth. Momo definitely did use her quirk for an extended period of time yesterday, and she definitely did try her hand at creating something that she’d never made before, but it wasn’t because she was training for hero studies. Rather, Momo spent the whole afternoon trying to create the perfect present to give to Jirou.
Momo had sat on the floor of her dorm room, surrounded by books and snacks to aid her creation and replenish her stamina, respectively. She had vividly pictured the finished product she wanted to make in her head, but when it came down to actually creating the correct material, shape, and color of the item, it turned out to be much more of a challenge than Momo had originally expected. As a result, there was a lot of trial and error to get the item’s creation just right. But by the time evening had rolled around, Momo was smiling proudly as she held in her hand the final result of her hard work.
Her gift for Jirou is now ready. In fact, it’s sitting in Momo’s bag right this moment, already boxed up and daintily tied with a ribbon. All Momo has to do now is hand over the gift and... tell Jirou her feelings.
Momo’s stomach does a little flip at the thought. But not because she’s scared; she’s actually excited to give Jirou the gift. Something tells Momo that she just might have a chance with Jirou. Looking back, there’s just too many instances where it really felt like Jirou was being more than friendly with her.
It’s impossible to count how many times Momo has caught Jirou watching her when the other girl thought she wasn’t looking. Seeing Jirou quickly look away with flushed cheeks and bottom lip tugged between her teeth has become a regular sight, one that never fails to make Momo’s heart skip a beat.
And despite the fact that Jirou is friends with some of the more ‘entertaining’ students in their class, more often than not Jirou will turn down their invites to hang out, saying that she’s busy only to immediately gravitate to Momo’s side and ask her if she’s free to hang out instead. Even on the days when they only end up studying or quietly killing time in each other’s rooms, Jirou always has this warm smile on her face, one that Momo never sees her make around any of her other friends.
It’s the way that Jirou’s looking at her right now, with soft eyes and lips lazily upturned. Head still cradled in her palm, she brings up her other hand and taps a finger to the side of her mouth.
“You’ve got a little something there.”
Momo’s cheeks flush with embarrassment, and she hastily brushes her hand against her mouth. “Did I get it?”
Jirou chuckles softly. “No, right here,” she says as she points to her face again.
After another failed attempt at catching the stray crumbs, Jirou shakes her head. With a laugh, she hands Momo a napkin, which Momo eagerly takes and dabs upon her lips.
How embarrassing…
“Don’t worry, you still look cute even when you’re covered in food,” Jirou teases. Then she winks.
Momo is so glad she doesn’t have food in her mouth at that moment, because her jaw drops. She recovers quickly, though, and clears her throat daintily. “Laughing at another woman’s misfortune isn’t very attractive, you know.”
Jirou’s brows raise into her fringe and she blushes. “Heh, well,” she mutters quietly, “I’m glad that you don’t usually resort to those sorts of tactics then.”
Okay, they are undoubtedly flirting right now. Momo is not imagining this. This is really happening.
Momo will later blame the hope currently swimming in her veins for what she says next.
“Well… even if I did, would you still like me?”
Jirou’s elbow nearly slips off the edge of the table, her cool demeanor faltering. She lifts her head, and her eyes lock onto Momo. This time, Jirou doesn’t look away. Momo imagines she sees something in her stare--a glimmer of confidence and anticipation, however guarded it may be with caution. A mirror reflection of Momo’s own hope.
She really isn’t imaging this. There’s something there. Momo takes in a sharp breath at the realization.
Jirou opens her mouth to speak. “I--”
A resounding cough from the end of the table shatters the moment.
The girls startle at the sound and hesitantly turn to meet six pairs of eyes on them, as the two abruptly remember that they’re not the only ones at the table. Today they’re sitting with Aoyama, Midoriya, Todoroki, Asui, Uraraka, and Iida--all of them feigning innocence at having witnessed Momo and Jirou’s conversation.
Iida, probably the one who coughed, fiddles with the frames of his glasses, trying to appear inconspicuous. Aoyama has a knowing smirk on his face (an ‘ooh, la, la’ goes unspoken, but Momo hears it nonetheless). Todoroki has a hand covering his mouth. He’s smiling; Momo can see it in the way his eyes crinkle slightly at the sides.
“S-sorry for my rudeness!” Momo blurts, needing to say something, anything to quell the awkwardness in the air. “I was so caught up in eating that I forgot to say hello to everyone.”
“That’s okay, Yaoyorozu-chan,” Asui reassures. “We all get a little carried away sometimes.” The rest of the table nods and murmurs in agreement.
“Indeed!” Iida affirms with a signature chop of his hand. “Eating a meal with fervor is a sign of one’s good health.”
Momo looks down at her lap, feeling self-conscious. “That is true… It’s just that my quirk relies so heavily on how much food I intake. My appetite can get a bit… demanding at times.”
“When you’ve exhausted your quirk, you mean?” Midoriya inquires curiously. “Your appetite increases when you use your quirk too long or in a strenuous way?”
“Ah, yes, that’s correct,” Momo says. “I was, ah, training my quirk quite a bit yesterday, so my body is still urging me to recover my stamina.”
Midoriya nods along as she explains. He looks genuinely interested in what Momo has to say about her quirk. “That’s really interesting!”
Momo smiles and answers when Midoriya continues to ask her questions about how her quirk works. Though, she can’t help but steal a few glances at Jirou while Midoriya rambles on.
“I should probably do some quirk training of my own this weekend,” Midoriya ponders aloud to himself.
“Training? On a weekend?” Aoyama asks skeptically. “Midoriya-kun, don’t you ever rest?”
“Well… it’s that or I could study, maybe.”
Aoyama makes an offended sound and laughter rings around the table of friends.
“Thank goodness it’s Friday though,” Uraraka sighs in relief. “What’s everyone else doing this weekend? Any fun plans?”
“I’m going to spend the weekend visiting my family,” Asui says. “It’s been a while since I’ve stayed at home.”
The smile on Uraraka’s face dims just slightly. “Oh… so you won’t really be around much this weekend, huh…”
Asui must notice the subtle shift of Uraraka’s expression because she frowns. After a moment of thought, she puts a finger to her chin and tilts her head inquisitively. “Would you like to come with me, Ochako-chan?”
Uraraka perks up at the suggestion. “Huh? W-with you? You mean… like a sleepover?”
Asui nods. “Yeah. It’ll be fun.”
The grin on Uraraka’s face returns tenfold. “O-okay! Well, that settles my plans for the weekend!” Asui returns the smile and the two share an excited look.
“What about you, Todoroki-kun?” Midoriya asks.
Todoroki blinks as all eyes at the table fall on him. “Oh.” His eyes briefly scour the room, as if he’s searching for something. “I have to, uh, go to the... post office.”
“Oh yeah! You write letters to your mom, right?”
“Yes,” Todoroki replies a little too quickly. “That is what I’m doing. Dropping off a letter… to my mom.”
Oh, Todoroki-san, Momo thinks to herself as she bites back a smile. You’re not actually dropping off a letter to your mother, are you?
“Iida-kun, are you doing anything fun this weekend?” Uraraka asks.
Momo doesn’t fail to notice the way that Iida’s back straightens up at the question. “Yes! I suspect that I will spend my free time socializing with friends.” Something about the way he says that feels off. Stilted, perhaps. There’s probably more going on with Iida then he’s letting on. But Momo decides that it’s not her place to pry.
“Aoyama-chan, judging by the look on your face, it looks like you have something planned,” Asui notes.
Looking over at the boy in question, he does seem to have a certain glow emanating from him. Aoyama is smiling peculiarly, like he knows something that no one else does, and his chin is raised in a way that radiates self-confidence.
“Moi?” he says. “Hmm, yes, I believe I am doing something interesting this weekend.”
There’s a beat of silence as everyone waits for Aoyama to elaborate.
“Well, what is it?” Uraraka asks, intrigued.
Aoyama’s smile widens. “I think I’m going to confess my feelings to the person I like.”
Momo’s jaw drops at the bluntness of his answer. Others around the table react with a similar shocked expression. Midoriya, on the other hand, is beaming.
“Whoa!” Uraraka exclaims excitedly. “That’s awesome, Aoyama-kun!”
“I really hope it works out for you,” Asui says with a smile.
“That is very admirable of you, Aoyama-kun!” Iida says. “I imagine it must be very challenging to accomplish something like that.”
Interestingly enough, Iida makes eye contact with Todoroki when he says that. Some kind of meaningful message must pass between them because Todoroki meets the look head-on, and he responds with a nod in Iida’s direction.
“Thank you, my friends,” Aoyama replies, sounding grateful. “I’m very hopeful that my feelings will be returned.”
“Good luck, man. Seriously,” Jirou says with a smile. “I think you’ve got this.”
Aoyama inhales deeply and huffs out a soft laugh. He brings a hand up to his face. “Okay, now you guys are going to make me cry.”
“Aww, Aoyama-kun, don’t cry!”
Aoyama laughs again. “I’m joking. I’m okay,” he says, albeit with a wobbly smile.
There’s a pleasant buzz of excitement lingering in the air after having heard such thrilling news from Aoyama. It especially resonates with Momo. After all, she’s going to confess to the person she likes too. It helps knowing that she’s not the only one who is going to attempt such a daunting task.
Aoyama seems to be very confident about his chances, though. Does Momo’s confidence match his? She’s not entirely sure. Momo has high hopes, of course, especially after the flirting that happened earlier with Jirou, but she’s still nervous.
After all, it wouldn’t be wise of her to assume that the most positive outcome is the only possibility. There is always a chance of failure. It doesn’t matter if she’s taking a written exam, performing heroic duties in a life-or-death situation, or confessing her romantic feelings to her best friend. There’s always the possibility that things won’t turn out the way she wants. And there’s only one way to find out which possibility will occur.
That fact lingers in the back of her mind, grounding her, preparing her for action. Without it, Momo might have completely let herself get swept away with all the hope she’s harboring, lingering in that hope--in the fun, safe ambiguity of flirting--forever without searching for more. Hope is a powerful thing, but alone it’s not enough. Hope will carry her to where she needs to go, but it’s up to Momo to put her feet down and take her own calculated steps towards her final goal.
She has all the hope she could ever need right now. She’s willing and waiting to take action.
But when, is the question. When should Momo act?
She obviously can’t do anything right this second; they’re in the cafeteria, surrounded by people. After classes end, then? But Jirou could be busy. There’s no way for her to know. Tonight? Tomorrow? Next week? No, definitely not that far off. She should do this soon, while her spirits are still high.
Oh, she’s making this more complicated than it needs to be! She needs to relax and calm her thoughts from running wild. There is time, she has time. She doesn’t need to know Jirou’s feelings right this moment. Even though… she really wants to know right now...
Hearing Jirou’s voice shakes Momo from her rampant thoughts.
“Hey, Aoyama, do you need any hype music or something? You know, to get yourself ready for when you do confess? There’s this one band I love that I could recommend. They actually just dropped a new album yesterday, and I’ve been listening to it like nonstop, it’s so damn good.”
“Ooh, I’m interested to hear,” Aoyama replies.
Jirou practically bounces in her seat. “Want me to play some for you right now? I just gotta bring it up on my phone.” She starts to dig through her pockets for her phone.
“If you’re going to be playing music at a high volume, I’d advise against it,” Iida admonishes with a chop of his hand. “We are in the cafeteria, after all. It would disturb our fellow classmates.”
Jirou grimaces. “Ah, man. Fine.” Under her breath she mutters, “And it’s gotta be played loud, too.”
“Send me a link to it later?” Aoyama says.
“Yeah, will do.” Jirou leans back in her chair and sighs. “Man, now I really wanna listen to it. I’m telling you guys, it’s so good.”
Momo isn’t sure how it happens exactly, but suddenly it feels like she found the missing piece to an unfinished puzzle. It’s almost an unconscious thought, what happens next.
Now, Momo’s brain echos. Do it now. This is your chance.
“Then, let’s listen to it now,” Momo is saying before she even realizes what’s happening.
“Huh?” Jirou questions, confused by her sudden suggestion. “But Iida just said--”
“I mean, we can go somewhere else and listen to it. We still have time, yes?”
“Y-yeah, there’s like thirty minutes left of lunch…”
“Okay! Then that should be plenty of time to listen to a few of your favorite songs!”
Momo is suddenly full of energy and adrenaline. All of her chaotic thoughts from before are nowhere to be found, replaced by a single linear goal: telling Jirou right now.
Jirou huffs out a laugh. “All right then. I’m up for that.”
“Okay,” Momo says as she stands up from her seat. “Shall we go?”
“Yep. Let’s go.”
The two of them shoulder their bags and grab their lunch trays to dispose of. The rest of the table waves them goodbye.
Just before Momo turns around to leave, she notices Todoroki give her a thumbs up. ‘Good luck,’ he mouths silently.
Momo’s heart swells at the gesture and she mouths back a 'thank you.' She turns around and follows Jirou outside of the building.
“Hey, would it be cool if we, uh, headed to my room?” Jirou asks as they walk. “The music will sound better through the speakers I have set up, so…”
“That’s perfect,” Momo exclaims.
"Okay, cool. Cool, cool, cool..." Jirou says, her voice progressively fading into a mumble.
If Momo’s hopeful assumptions are correct, and Jirou has been showing signs of interest in her, then… is Jirou feeling just as nervous as she is right now?
No, wait. She can’t let her hopes take over completely just yet. She needs to stay focused! She can’t know anything for certain until after she actually confesses to Jirou.
Wow... She's really about to do this.
Momo places a hand over her rapidly thumping heart, and she breathes in deeply. She needs to calm down and act normal.
“So this band you like…,” Momo begins casually, “have you ever spoken to me about them before?”
Jirou smiles, eyes shining. “Yeah, I probably have. They’re one of my more recent favorites. Y’know, I actually made it to one of their concerts like a year or so back…”
Their walk to the dorms goes by in a flash. Momo listens with interest as Jirou raves enthusiastically about the bands she likes and what concerts she’s been to.
Ever since becoming Jirou’s friend, Momo has learned to appreciate quite a few new genres of music that she had never taken the time to listen to. It’s fun and exciting, and Momo never gets tired of seeing the way Jirou’s face lights up whenever she talks about music.
“You know what kinda sucks?” Jirou says as they walk down the hallway to her dorm room. “Ever since classes started, I haven’t had the time to make it to any concerts.”
“UA does keep us rather busy, doesn’t it?”
“I’m hoping that maybe before the year ends, I’ll be able to squeeze in at least one. Would you… maybe wanna come with me?”
The sudden invitation takes Momo by surprise. It must show on her face because Jirou quickly tries to backtrack.
“I mean! It was just an idea. You don’t have to go, of course. I’d get it if it’s not your thing. And it’s not like I even have actual plans to go to one yet...”
“No, no, that’s not it,” Momo clarifies. “I was just surprised, is all. I’d--I think I’d really like that. Going to a concert with you.”
Now Jirou looks surprised. “Really? You’d want to go with me?”
“Yes! Absolutely.”
Jirou turns away from Momo to unlock the door to her room. “Heh, all right.” Even though she’s out of view, Momo can still hear the smile in her voice. “So then… it’s a date.”
This is becoming unbearable. It feels like Momo’s heart is about to burst. Is Jirou doing this on purpose? She must be.
Once they’re both inside the room, Jirou lazily tosses her bag and takes a seat on the floor, her back against the bed. Momo follows, careful to avoid stepping on the electric cables connected to various instruments serpentining across the floor. Sitting beside Jirou, Momo keeps her bag clutched in her lap.
Okay, this is it. They’re alone in Jirou’s room now. It’s the perfect time for Momo to present her gift and confess. Or… confess and then present the gift? Does it matter what order she does it in? Or should she do both simultaneously?
Momo bites her lip as she ponders her next move. She wants her confession to be perfect. But with all of the excitement from having finished Jirou’s gift, Momo overlooked some of the finer details of what she’s about to do. Hell, this whole ‘ask Jirou to take her somewhere without people‘ situation was improvised out of nowhere too. Momo really has let herself get carried away because of her emotions.
This is fine though. She just has to keep rolling with the punches (albeit, the ones she inflicted on herself). Nothing in her plan has gone wrong so far. She can do this.
With her confidence bolstered, Momo glances at the girl sitting by her side. Jirou is lounging comfortably, her knees bent and socked feet lazily toeing at the carpet. Her face scrunches cutely in concentration, engrossed as she searches through her music app.
After a few moments of unabashed staring, Momo steels herself and speaks. “Jirou-san?”
“Hmm?”
“There’s... something I want to tell you.”
Jirou’s attention is still glued to her phone. “Sure, what’s up?”
Momo anxiously clutches at the bag splayed across her lap.
“I--”
“Oh! Hey, sorry to interrupt, but would you wanna watch one of the music videos for these guys?”
Momo’s concentration stutters to a halt. “Huh?”
“I mean, they’re really well made and cinematic and stuff. And it doesn’t hurt that the lead vocalist is really pretty. But not as pretty as you, of course.”
She says the last part so damn casually, and it makes something inside of Momo snap.
“W-will you go out with me?!” The words burst from Momo’s mouth without any control.
Jirou’s phone promptly falls out of her hands, and her head jerks up, eyes blown wide.
“Wait, what?!”
“I--I mean, I--” Momo stumbles over her words, trying desperately to regain her mental footing.
Well, there goes her attempt at a composed and romantic confession… This definitely wasn’t supposed to happen like this, but it’s too late to go back now. As a final resort, Momo decides to just roll with it.
“I...I really like you, Jirou-san! You’re beautiful and talented and an amazing friend and… it would make me so unbelievably happy to have someone like you as my girlfriend! So please, will you go out with me?” She finalizes her confession with a bow.
A bow?! Momo chastises herself mentally. What is she thinking? This can’t be a normal thing to do during a confession! She feels absolutely ridiculous. Oh, this is a proper mess.
There is a torturous second of silence before Jirou is scrambling to sit up and answer. “Yes! Yes, of course I want to be your girlfriend!”
Momo straightens herself and sees Jirou beaming at her, a huge grin stretched across her face.
“Really?” Momo already knows the answer, but, right now, with her thoughts and feelings currently flying completely out of control, she can’t help but voice her disbelief aloud.
“Yeah, really!”
Momo releases a mixed sound of surprise and delight. “You really like me back?”
“Yeah!” Jirou says with just the slightest hint of exasperation, but her grin never falters. “Was I not being obvious?”
“Not exactly--or I mean, yes, you were! But, I just… I wasn’t sure? I didn’t want to assume things and mess up what we already had…”
“That’s what I felt too!” Jirou says. “I was afraid you might not feel the same way, so that’s why I just… kinda flirted with you a bit just to see how you would react?”
“You could have said something…”
Jirou scoffs and points an accusing finger at Momo. “You could have said something too!”
“But I just did!” Momo argues back. “That’s how we’re having this conversation right now!”
The two girls gape at each other briefly before the absurdity of the situation finally sinks in and they break down into laughter.
“We really have just been dancing around each other this whole time,” Momo says in between giggles.
Jirou snorts. “Oh god, we have been, haven’t we?”
In retrospect, it should have been obvious that Jirou feels the same way. She was never imagining things. Of course all the signs that Momo was witnessing were Jirou’s attempts to make her feelings known. Momo needn’t have worried to begin with.
It’s then that Momo remembers the present for Jirou that’s been waiting inside her bag this whole time.
“I nearly forgot… I have something for you,” Momo says with a shy smile.
She unzips the bag on her lap and pulls out a thin, small gift box wrapped with a silk ribbon.
Jirou’s eyes widen. “For me?” She scoots closer to Momo and takes the offered gift.
Momo watches nervously as Jirou carefully unwraps the ribbon and lifts off the lid of the box.
“Whoa.”
Inside the box is a necklace. It’s simple in design: a simple silver chain with a purple-pink jewel charm. The jewel is cut into the shape of a star.
Jirou lifts the necklace by its chain and stares at the purpleish gem, twirling and glittering in the air.
“Dude...” Jirou breathes. “How much did it cost you to buy this?”
Momo shakes her head softly. “I didn’t spend anything. I made it myself.”
Jirou’s jaw drops, and she looks at Momo with wide eyes. “You made this? Like, with your quirk?”
Momo nods, feeling bashful.
Jirou stares at Momo, then back at the necklace, then back at Momo. “That’s… freakin’ awesome.” She huffs out a soft sound, bewildered. “Thank you, Yaomomo.”
Happiness and pride swells in her heart at knowing that her gift and her feelings were warmly accepted. Momo smiles and she blinks back the fuzzy feeling building behind her eyes.
Suddenly Jirou gasps and is clambering to her feet. “Wait! I--I have something for you too!” She stumbles over to her desk, nearly tripping in her haste along the way, and starts to dig through one of her drawers. After a few seconds of searching, she finds what she’s looking for and hurries back to Momo’s side on the floor.
“Here,” Jirou says, averting her eyes to the side as she hands over the item.
It’s a CD in a simple see-through case. Written on the disc in black marker is ‘To Momo’ punctuated with a single drawn heart.
“It’s a mixtape,” Jirou admits shyly. “I made it for you a while back, but… I never ended up giving it to you because, well, I didn’t want to scare you off or make you feel weird or, y’know… Also, I thought it was super cheesy...”
Momo fondly traces her fingers over the mixtape case. She subtly clears her throat, willing away the tears forming in her eyes. “This… This is such a thoughtful gift, Jirou-san. Thank you so much.” She brushes a finger along her eye and chuckles softly. “Cheesy is good, by the way. I like cheesy.”
“Oh really?” Jirou murmurs, a smirk slowly forming on her face. “Then, is it cheesy if I say that you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever met?”
Momo giggles. She recognizes the playfulness behind her compliment and decides to retaliate. “Yes, it is. Would it also be cheesy of me if I said that you make my heart beat fast just by looking at me?”
Jirou’s cheeks turn a pretty shade of pink but she continues on. “Definitely. But what if I said that I wanted to sing you a song about the color of your eyes and the way you smile at me?”
Momo has to clamp a hand over her mouth to hold back a shout of laughter. “Oh, that is terrible. But is it cheesier than me telling you that I wake up every morning smiling because you’re the first person I think of?”
Jirou’s flirty smirk dissipates and she stares back at Momo with a beet-red, stunned expression. Then she buries her face into her hands. “Okay. I’m dead. You’ve killed me.”
This time, Momo doesn’t hesitate to let her laughter ring throughout the room. Both of them are completely flushed, and while Momo feels so silly flirting like this, at least now she’s certain that she’s not alone in feeling this way.
A minute later, Jirou holds up the star-shaped necklace that Momo gave her. “You don’t mind if I wear this in public, right?”
“Of course I don’t mind! It would make me very happy if you did wear it.” Momo beckons with her hand for Jirou to come closer. “Here, I can put it on for you?”
“Sure.”
Jirou scoots closer and hands Momo the necklace. Sitting on the balls of her feet, Momo leans forward, reaching over Jirou’s shoulders and clasping the necklace around her neck.
“There you go.”
Momo leans back a bit and stills when she notices Jirou gazing up at her, only centimeters away. She can feel Jirou’s breath dance across the skin of her face, they’re so close. Momo’s eyes drift down to her lips when Jirou quirks a hint of a smile.
“If you wanted an excuse to get up close to me, you could have just asked.”
That teasing smile will be the death of her, Momo decides. But a death she welcomes willingly.
Feeling brave, Momo tilts her head forward just an inch, gauging the other girl’s reaction. Jirou inhales sharply through her nose, her eyes darting to Momo’s lips. She doesn’t back away. Momo leans closer still, her heart pounding loudly in her ears. Jirou tilts her chin up, her eyelids hooding. Momo closes her eyes and presses forward until her lips meet Jirou’s. It’s a gentle kiss. A soft, timid press of lips, but oh, so warm. And so much better than simple hope.
Momo pulls back, suddenly feeling embarrassed despite the giddy joy bubbling up inside her. “I’m sorry. Was that too soon of me to do?”
“No way.” Jirou laughs under her breath, her face about as flushed as Momo’s feels. “I’ve been wanting that to happen for ages. Kiss me again?”
With a smile, Momo leans in again and happily fulfills her request.