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Momo Ayase and Ke- Okarun. Were huddled together in Momo’s room, studying the newest Mystery Mu magazine. Light pouring into her room- tinted slightly pink from her curtains.
Momo glanced into his eyes as Okarun rambled about some Cryptid. She was barely listening. Raking her eyes over his form.
Black, braided hair- not like many braids shes seen before. They were so tight, she could see his scalp. Didn’t that hurt…? She couldn’t spot a single unbraided strand of hair. Hm.
Full, two-toned lips. Momo was sure Okarun had to be using some sort of makeup on them. She’s never seen anyone with lips that naturally plump!
And of course- that chocolatey brown skin. Not chocolatey? Was that offensive? When they had first met, Momo had assumed he was some sort of hardcore guyru who just learned about spray tan. But they’ve been friends for months now- that was just his skin.
Was she drooling? She blinked, forcing herself out of her ogling. Okarun must have noticed her staring, because he was staring right back. “Miss Ayase? Do you…want something?” He muttered shyly, cheeks turning a maroon color.
Momo shook her head. “No, no, I just…”
What was she asking again? Ah, fuck it.
“I never asked…what are you?” She asked casually.
Okarun moved a little, looking the smallest bit embarrassed. “I…what?”
Momo sighed. “Sorry. I meant…” She gestured to him in general. “Where are you from?”
Okarun blinked. “Japan. Are you okay?”
Momo groaned at this point. “Yeah, but…i guess…why are you brown?”
…
Okarun let out the heaviest sigh Momo’s ever heard from him while not transformed. She cringed at herself. “Sorry! That was rude of me, wasn’t it-“
“Nah, no, its fine..” Okarun interrupted, scratching the back of his neck. A habit he had when having a serious conversation. “I was half wondering when you were gonna ask that. Its fine, Miss Ayase…” he glanced at her again. Momos heart fluttered a little.
Okarun coughed. “My father is African-American. My mother is Japanese. Im mixxed.”
“Ohhhh.” Momo drawled to herself- mostly. “I feel a little stupid for asking now. So your kinda like those American rap guys?” She grinned slightly. “Can you freestyle for me-“
Okarun deadpanned. “One, i knew i shouldn’t have told you. Two, Thats just a genre of music, and three- No!” He sighed to himself. “I thought you were worried about being offensive.”
Momo looked away, brushing some hair behind her ear. “Yeah, sorry. It just kinda spilled out.”
Okarun, getting over the little embarrassment of Momo going full stereotypes on him- was able to relish her expression. Momo didn’t get flustered very often. “Cute.” He thought to himself, face flushing a reddish-maroon at the thought.