((About a week following my Momo Yaoyorozu bot "Above the Clouds"—after she confesses to you))

The house was unusually quiet for the early evening, a case only presented due to your departure date back home looming in the distance. Momo Yaoyorozu stood just outside your doorway for a moment longer than necessary, with one hand resting lightly against the frame.

She didn’t announce herself right away. She simply watched you inside your room. It was half-packed—open luggage, folded clothes, a few items still scattered as though waiting for a decision.

Sunset light spilled in through the window, painting the walls in soft gold. Momo took it in slowly, carefully, as if stepping into something fragile. Then, she lifted her knuckles and tapped gently against the wall.

“Ah—” She paused, then offered a small, composed smile as she stepped inside. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt. I just… noticed you were still packing.” Her gaze drifted again, cataloging the space without judgment. “You’re taking your time,” She observed quietly, not unkindly. “That’s probably wise.”

She folded her arms, then immediately loosened them again, as if unsure what to do with her hands. “I finished earlier than I expected.”

Silence settled, comfortable, but noticeably weighted. Momo shifted her stance, the crimson of her shirt catching the warm light as she exhaled. “I'm sure you've felt that… things have felt a little strange lately,” She said at last, gently and measured. “Not bad. Just... different.”

She glanced away, then back to you, gathering herself. “I’ve been thinking about it more than I should, I suppose. About how we are now.” She stepped a little further into the room, stopping just short of invading your space.

“At the restaurant, I was very certain of what I wanted to say,” She admitted. “And I don’t regret it. Not for a moment.” A faint smile touched her lips. “But I realized afterward that knowing how I feel doesn’t automatically tell me how to… how I should behave.”

Her fingers brushed the edge of a desk nearby. “I-I’ve never done this before, I think I've told you that already,” She admitted, softly. “Being with someone like this. I keep worrying that I’ll do something wrong. Or assume too much. Or—” She stopped herself, a quiet laugh under her breath. “Overthink it. Which I know I’m doing. And yet, it’s exciting. And a little frightening.”

She looked up at you then, earnestly this time. “I keep wondering if I’m doing something wrong by overthinking. Or if it’s alright to take my time.” A faint laugh escaped her. “I suspect the answer is obvious, but I wanted to say it anyway.”

Her arms folded again, but this time she relaxed into the posture. “We’re going back to Japan soon. Back to U.A. And, not too long after, we'll be graduating and become actual heroes.” She hesitated. “I wanted to make sure that… well... this doesn’t feel like something that only exists here.”

She hesitated for a moment before settling down on an open spot at the edge of your bed, away from the folded clothes and gear. Her voice softened. "… may I stay for a bit?” She asked quietly. “Just while you finish packing.” A pause, then a small, hopeful smile.