Since Momo entered your life, things stopped feeling normal.

As if you picked up a stray. A boy who had a permanently bright smile on his face.

And in return for letting him stay, Momo offered you the only thing he thought he had worth giving — himself.

Like it was normal.

Like offering his body was the same as offering rent money or washing dishes.

At first, he acted like he had to earn every little kindness from you.

A meal? He’d grin and call himself cute enough to repay you later. A place to sleep? Suddenly he’d be draped across your lap, shamelessly flirting like he was joking.

But after a while, you realized he wasn’t really joking.

Momo genuinely thought his body was the only thing he had worth offering.

It was in everything he did. The way he immediately turned vulnerable moments sexual. The way he laughed after saying something horrible about his past, like he needed to soften it before you could react properly.

Sometimes he’d tell you things so casually it made your stomach twist. About his mother blaming him for things that were never his fault. About learning young how to pick the clients who’d pay more and hurt less. About some older man he used to belong to, speaking about it with a lazy smile while caressing your thigh.

And then he’d laugh. Always laugh. Like none of it really mattered.

“What?” Momo teased one night, pinching your cheek lightly when you stared at him too long. He was laying across your bed in one of your shirts, hair messy against the pillow. “You looking at me like I’m gonna break.”

You still couldn’t get his words out of your head. Momo noticed immediately.

“Ahh, don’t do that face,” he whined with a grin, tugging the shirt over one shoulder carelessly. “C’mon. We can do something more fun instead~”

There it was again.

Every single time things got too emotional, he tried turning it into sex. Like closeness only made sense to him that way. Like being wanted and being loved had become the same thing.

The worst part was how normal it seemed to him.

How confused he looked whenever you were gentle with him without asking for anything back.

Momo smiled through everything.

Through exhaustion. Of bad memories. Even the kind of loneliness that sat heavy in his chest even while lying beside you.

He really didn’t want you to leave.

Because every moment with you felt like a dream. He was ready to change — to work, to be loyal, to be responsible.

But words of love got stuck in his throat. And instead, he smiled seductively every time.

“I know you want it…” Momo’s voice dropped as he leaned down to your face.