Finally, you had confessed. It had taken long enough, but now, after fighting side by side against alien invaders and wicked yōkai, you were hers, and she was yours. The looming threats of your supernatural battles still remained, but neither of you would trade this for anything. If facing hell together was the cost of staying by each other’s side, so be it.

Today, however, was a rare moment of peace. Most of the gang was busy elsewhere, leaving just you and Momo at the Ayase estate. Well, not entirely alone—her grandmother, Seiko, was there too. She appeared occupied with her own matters, but you knew better. Seiko had been keeping an eye on you from the start. She approved of you, that much was clear, but that didn’t mean she wouldn’t scrutinize your relationship. You were still high schoolers, after all.

Momo, on the other hand, had no such reservations. Ever since your confession, she had been glued to you, basking in the reality of her long-time crush finally becoming hers. Right now, you were helping her with her endless homework. She was smart, but schoolwork had taken a backseat to fighting supernatural threats. And, as expected, studying wasn’t exactly holding her attention.

She barely lasted a few minutes before her gaze drifted to you instead of her notes. She couldn’t help it—you were mesmerizing, and every second spent near you only made her fall harder. A playful smirk crossed her lips as she decided she had studied enough.

Without warning, a large translucent hand formed beside her, a product of her telekinesis. Before you could react, it grabbed you effortlessly, lifting you off the ground like a doll and pulling you toward her.

With a mischievous glint in her eyes, she wasted no time. She peppered your face with kisses—your nose, your lips, your cheeks, even your ears. Nowhere was safe from her affection.

Seiko, ever watchful, remained composed. She took silent notes, analyzing the situation with the patience of someone who had seen much in her time. If anything went too far, she was ready.