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The sound of the rain’s gentle pitter patter outside finds its way into Momo’s apartment on this early Sunday morning, and she awakens to exactly that and the steady breathing of a warm body curled up next to her. Momo is freezing though, in complete contrast against the girl who is still far away in dreamland. At some point during their sleep—probably a little while before Momo stirred awake, Sana decided that her portion of their shared blanket wasn’t enough. She needed all of it to herself, leaving Momo exposed to the cold morning air. Okay so, maybe the sound of the rain wasn’t the only thing that awoke her today.
But Momo doesn't have the heart to wake her sleeping girlfriend yet, even more to let her know that she left the older shivering so early in the day—so much that it had awoken her. She just can't bring herself to disturb Sana's rest. Not when she looks like this, long eyelashes fanning over cheeks, mouth slightly agape. So calm, so serene . A lot different from when she's conscious and kicking. (Not that Momo finds her any less beautiful when she is.)
The sight makes her chest bloom with so much warmth that it's almost overwhelming. And it's funny, because how could such a peaceful view evoke emotions as strong as what Momo is feeling right now? Past Sana's bubbly persona is this: fully unguarded yet still breathtaking, and it's all for Momo to see. All for Momo to protect. She feels incredibly lucky—and she might just be overreacting because hell, they've been dating for four years already—but she doesn't think Sana will ever stop having this effect on her.
Momo snaps out of her thoughts with a gentle smile on her face and slips out of bed, but not before she places a soft kiss on the sleeping girl’s forehead, which earned her a tiny noise that sounded a lot like satisfaction.
Boo greets her when she opens their bedroom door. She forgot about the little dude’s everyday routine of waiting in front of their bedroom when Sana invaded her thoughts just a few moments ago. Momo quickly shuts the door in fear of him waking Sana up with his excited barks and enters their kitchen to prepare some breakfast. She settles for some fried rice, sunny-side-up eggs and a few more other side dishes that they have in the fridge from the last time the group received a whole bunch of from Jihyo’s mom.
By the time Momo was finishing the fried rice, Sana pops out of their bedroom and groggily approaches the kitchen area. Momo hears her footsteps and knows that she must have already leaned down to pet Boo on her way. The older didn’t turn her head, nor did she feel like she needed to, to be sure that Sana was indeed doing those. Her girlfriend can be unpredictable, but Momo has her memorized. When Sana finally reaches her, she hugs Momo from the back, arms encircling her waist, chin tucked at the crook of her neck.
“Good morning,” Momo says while she keeps her attention on the frying pan in front of her. She doesn’t want them eating burnt food; she knows how distracting Sana can be. Momo doesn’t get a reply even after a few seconds, and she was about to turn her head to check if the person latching onto her had fallen back to sleep when said person buries her head instead, a hint of warm breath at the back of Momo’s neck.
“You should’ve stayed a bit longer. I was cold,” Sana says in a muffled voice, as she tightens her arms around Momo, like they can even be closer than this.
I could say the same before a certain someone my part of the blanket. “What, and have you whining about being hungry later on?” Momo turns the stove off and twists in place to face Sana, placing both hands on the younger’s shoulders. She finally sees her awake for the first time today, and she feels the warmth from earlier come back as she is met with her lover in her mess of a bed hair. I can do this everyday. Sana pouts at Momo’s response, making the older chuckle while tucking a piece of hair behind Sana’s ear. “We can go back to bed after eating.” Momo is a weak, weak woman.
Sana looks pleased at that. “Well, I guess these don’t look that bad,” Sana playfully says. But everyone would know she chose to get up from bed because of the scent of freshly cooked food taking over every corner of their home. She unlatches from her girlfriend’s waist to sit on one of their dining chairs.
Momo scoffs at that and says, “I’m never cooking breakfast for you again.” She turns back to pick up the pan and pours a serving of fried rice into Sana’s plate, then her own, and places the pan on the stove again.
Sana laughs heartily. “Sure you won’t anymore,” she teases. She digs into her plate and everything else on the table. Momo was right about Sana feeling hungry right when she woke up after all.
After a few moments of just clinking noises and chewing, she speaks again with a mouth full of food, “In love with your cooking.” Sana just finds it hard to resist her girlfriend’s cooking.
“Sure you are,” Momo says, trying to mimic Sana’s earlier reply. Sana only responds with a giggle. One that does things to Momo’s poor, poor heart (again).
When they finish eating, Sana occupies the sink to wash the dishes, Momo idly sitting on the same chair as she watches her girlfriend finish the task.
“Do you have other plans for today?” Momo asks.
The rain starts to fall a little harder than earlier. Before, they could only hear the sounds of tiny droplets moving from one surface to another. Sounds of it from the top of the tree leaves, going to another leaf, dropping lower, lower. This time, the sound of raindrops becomes steady and louder. Like it’s static noise, almost. But it was still oddly comforting; not like those ugly heavy rainstorms you see in tragic movies, Momo and Sana’s story is anything but.
Sana stops rubbing soap on the bowl she’s holding and looks out the window, into the grey skies. After giving it some thought, Sana comes up with an idea. Suddenly, the bowl is dropped, the event hidden by Sana’s body pressed into the sink, and it leaves Momo confused. In a second, Sana’s already dragging her by the hand, heading towards the door that leads outside.
It takes a few moments for Momo to understand what the younger’s plans are. Oh god, we’re going under the rain. She doesn’t have Sana memorized when it comes to these things.
“You said you were cold!” Momo tries to protest.
Sana stops on her tracks and faces Momo with a grin on her face and eyes full of excitement. “Maybe it was just an excuse to get you back to bed with me,” she says.
Momo stares in disbelief. I can’t believe I’m taking a shower with rainwater in this cold ass weather and risking my health, she thinks. She stares in disbelief, but fondly, nevertheless. It shows when she returns the smile Sana was giving her. The shit she does for love, man. Sana doesn’t wait for a verbal reply and starts walking again, taking the older with her.
Momo takes it back, if this is what it means to love, she doesn’t want it. It’s too cold. She feels like she has been shivering one too many times today. It’s summer, why is it even raining?
The other girl is a couple feet away from her, running around like a child who got to go out on a rainy day for the first time.
“Let’s go back in,” Momo tries. She knows there’s no way that sentence is convincing Sana to agree.
“Come on! We just got out!” She is
still
running around.
“We’re gonna get sick!”
Frankly, Momo could just go back in alone. She could totally just leave Sana here and be in the comforts of their warm blankets again. Actually, maybe she’s doing that. Yes, she is. She will. She was about to, until she hears a soft thud and a little sound of water splashing from where Sana is.
Momo has her assumptions, and as she turns back to see what caused those noises, she was proven to be right. Sana slipped on the wet ground and is now sitting on it, agonizing over how much her butt hurts. She’s somewhere in between that and laughing at what just happened to her. She’s tearing up in the same way everyone does when they get the bridge of their nose hit, and the pain’s being a bitch.
Momo doesn’t know how to react at first. Sana’s not looking at her either, head faced down. Maybe she’s embarrassed? Momo walks to where she is, and that’s when she lifts her head up to look at the older.
Sana lifts her head up from where she had them buried in her arms a while ago. She has her knees to her chest, sitting on the curb just outside the club entrance, clearly having had enough to drink. Momo falls in love with her like that. Damp pink hair—a result of staying under the drizzle long enough, and eyes that hold the stars in the entire universe. Maybe Momo had already fallen hard even before that, but this is the moment where it hits her square in the face. She can’t let this shake her, though, she needs to take care of Sana first.
Sana’s usually not like this, and Momo should be taking her home already, lest she gets sick while a hangover also takes place. That’s not going to be nice at all. Their friends are still inside, but they wouldn’t mind if they go ahead, even without notice. Momo barely drank. She wasn’t in the mood to, and she had to look out for her best friend who uncharacteristically got drunk as hell. What’s gotten into her?
“Momo-chan,” she starts, eyes reflecting… sadness? “Do you love me?”
What?
“What are you talking about?” Momo says in confusion. “I do love you. You’re literally my best friend.”
“No. No, you don’t understand. Do you still love me?” She looks like she’s on the verge of tears now. What the hell is happening? Momo shifts on her feet. She’s gotten her hair as damp as Sana’s. They’re going to get caught up in the heavy rains of springtime if they don’t leave sooner.
Sana stands up this time, not without falling back a few times, of course. Luckily, Momo’s there to support her. “Because I do. Still do. I love you so much I don’t know what to do about it,” she adds while looking at Momo dead straight in the eye.
To say that Momo was taken aback was an understatement, but she doesn’t show it. Whatever made Sana tell her that is beyond Momo right now. They can talk about this when both of them are sober.
“Look, I’ll show you. I love you this—” Sana flails her arms around in what seems to be a huge round ball. Apparently she loves Momo a whole damn lot. “much.”
Momo laughs at her best friend’s antics. She thinks it’s cute how Sana wants to physically show her the amount of love she has for the other.
“No wait,” Sana suddenly stops her movements, before she continues, “That’s too small—” and proceeds to exaggerate her movements, walking from one point to another just to draw a bigger circle. "This much!" She even jumps multiple times to make it even bigger, which makes her head spin harder than earlier that she loses her balance and lands on her ass.
“Ow,” she says. Momo looks down at her with so much fondness, she can’t help but laugh. Sana looks up at her with the face she’s grown to long for unknowingly.
Momo falls in love with Sana like that. Falls in love with the way the rain had dampen Sana's pink hair, softening her piercing eyes that hold the stars and every single wonder in the entire universe, and a stupid look on her face, just because the idiot tried to show her the amount of love she has for Momo.
“Let’s get you home before it starts pouring.”
For the nth time today, Momo feels warmth grow inside her. It starts from her chest, and then it flows through her veins. She feels it reach her fingertips, suddenly needing to extend her arms out for the girl sitting on the ground—to touch her, to hold her. She feels it in her throat, in her lungs—it constricts her breathing, and in her heart, her heart, her heart.
Momo falls in love with Sana all over again, under the rain once more, but it’s summer, and the sun—her sun—is right in front of her, only an arm’s reach. But it isn’t here to burn and melt her away. Her sun is kind and loving, she honestly feels like she doesn’t deserve it. Her sun also can be intense and exciting, and she lives for every moment she can spend with it. She’s the right amount of heat, striking but not cruel, and maybe the warmth Momo has been feeling all day comes from her, the sun itself. Scratch that, the warmth Momo has been feeling all day does come from her Sana, the sun itself.
Momo leans down to press a tender kiss on Sana’s lips. She hopes it’s enough to let the other know how much she means to the older. To let her know how much she admires how full of wonder the younger is, how she doesn’t fail to look at things so curiously, as if there isn’t a single thing that’s ugly in this world.
Momo breaks the kiss and Sana looks at her questioningly. “What was that for?” She asks.
“Nothing, just felt like it.”
Sana pulls her in for another.
The couple went back in after a few more minutes under the rain. Sana is currently drying Momo’s hair with a towel, the former on the bed, the latter in between her legs as she sits on the floor with her back towards Sana. They sit in comfortable silence. And right now, Momo is incredibly happy. The feeling of having her hair dried by the love of her life is one of the causes, and also maybe she’s feeling a little sleepy, hence the weird enjoyment she gets from the smallest things.
It still hasn’t stopped raining, but Momo doesn’t complain. When she slips into the covers later, she makes sure she takes a secure hold on their blanket. But maybe it won’t matter. Her sun is right beside her after all.