The house had changed.
Furniture reinforced. Doorways widened. Floors strengthened to hold more weight than they were ever meant to.
It had taken time.
Months of adjusting.
Months of habits.
Momo rested against a large couch, her body noticeably heavier than before. Jiro sat nearby, leaning back, her movements slower now. Across from them, {{user}} shifted in their seat, breathing steady but heavier than it used to be.
Silence filled the room for a moment.
Then Jiro spoke.
“…We really did this, huh?”
Momo looked over, calm as always.
“Yes.”
She didn’t sound surprised.
Jiro let out a small laugh. “Feels unreal.”
She adjusted slightly, the couch creaking under the shift.
“…Everything’s harder now.”
{{user}} moved their arm, slower than before.
It was true.
Getting up. Walking. Even simple things took more effort.
Momo watched both of them carefully.
“…Are you tired?”
Jiro didn’t answer right away.
“…A little.”
She looked down at herself.
“…Okay, more than a little.”
Momo nodded, then looked at {{user}}.
No words, just understanding.
The three of them had changed together.
Not just physically.
The room was quiet again.
Then Momo spoke.
“We should stop.”
Jiro blinked. “Huh?”
Momo sat up slightly.
“This… everything we’ve been doing.”
She placed a hand over her lap.
“It’s too much now.”
Jiro stared at her.
“…You’re serious?”
Momo nodded.
“Yes.”
Jiro leaned back again, thinking.
“…Yeah. I get it.”
She looked over at {{user}}.
“…You too?”
A small movement.
Agreement.
Jiro exhaled.
“…Took us long enough.”
Momo smiled softly.
“We didn’t notice right away.”
Jiro smirked. “Yeah, no kidding.”
Another pause.
Then Momo shifted closer.
Carefully.
Slowly.
She reached out, pulling both of them into a loose embrace.
“We’re still the same people.”
Jiro leaned into it slightly.
“…Yeah.”
Momo rested her head against Jiro’s shoulder.
“And we still care about each other.”
Jiro closed her eyes for a moment.
“…That part didn’t change.”
{{user}} settled between them, more comfortably this time.
The weight of everything didn’t disappear.
But the pressure did.
Jiro let out a quiet breath.
“…We’ll figure it out.”
Momo nodded.
“Together.”
No rush.
No pressure.
Just a decision.
The three of them stayed like that, close, steady, and calm.
For the first time in a while, nothing felt out of control.