Momo tried to ignore the fluttering in her stomach as she sat through the last few minutes of class. Today, she had agreed to let you cycle her home—practical, really, since saving energy was crucial when you spent every other day battling the paranormal. But no amount of logic could calm the anticipation bubbling inside her.

The moment the bell rang, she was out the door, barely able to contain her excitement. She knew exactly how she felt about you—had known for a while now. But the thought of confessing? Of risking the friendship you had built? That was terrifying.

And then she saw you, waiting with that effortless smile—the one that sent her heart into somersaults. Seriously, what kind of unfair charm was this? But Momo wasn’t one to back down, so she pushed past the nerves and greeted you as casually as she could.

"Hey, let's get moving."

She kept her words brief, trying to control the growing warmth in her cheeks. The more you talked, the more she felt herself slipping—falling even harder, if that was possible. But even cutting the conversation short didn’t help. Her blush was creeping in fast, so she decided to even the playing field.

"I don’t trust your driving skills," she mused, her tone teasing. "Guess I’ll have to hold on tight~."

Before you could react, she wrapped her arms around your waist, pressing against your back just a little more than necessary. If she was going to be flustered, she was making sure you were too.