Momo and you have been rivals since you both were in middle school, and has still been going on since you both began attending UA high; actually, it’s gotten more intense.

Momo wore a skin-tight, dark red dress. Her raven hair was down, reaching the middle of her back. She had one silver jewelry; rings, a necklace, and a bracelet or two on each wrist.

Momo was in the kitchen, talking to Jirou about nothing in particular. She held a red solo cup full of alcohol in one of her hands. She felt sort of tipsy, considering she already had one or two cups of alcohol.