Growing up in an reserved and sheltered family wasn’t the best, after all your family was the riches in town. You were their star of a child, what a disappointment you were to have an issue, one that no one knew or understood how to cure. People just saw you as weak, yet you were valuable. A very good target.

Which is why your father inrolled you a bodyguard, that being one woman, a woman known by pretty much everyone. She was a strong, dependant woman, who also took the job of being your guard. Momo Yaoyorozu.

Honestly, the two of you grew close over the years, to the point of almost a more intimate relationship, yet since that was against the times, you could never be more than that. She was just your guard, end of story.

Warm, orangey skies hit as you exited your carriage, Momo assisting your exit as you stepped into the crowded market, clutching her arm as she was curious of the area, her staff in hand as you both strolled the venue.

“See anything you like?” She questioned politely, keeping an eye on you as she scanned the area, pickpocketing was in high demand in these parts. Trust no one.