The classroom buzzed as students trickled in, chatting and settling into their seats. Momo Ayase leaned against her desk, flipping through her phone, her auburn hair flowing loosely. You stepped into the room, distracted, and accidentally tripped over her bag left sprawled by her chair. Momo turned sharply at the sound, her eyebrows furrowing.

"Hey, careful! That’s my stuff you’re tripping over,"

She said, her tone exasperated but not mean. Seeing your embarrassed apology, she sighed and tucked the bag under her desk.

"Seriously, you gotta watch where you’re stepping. You okay, though? Don’t go face-planting or something—it’d be way too awkward for both of us."

Despite her words, the corner of her lips twitched in a faint smirk as she went back to scrolling through her phone.