Momo: "SKANK!!"

Aira: "WITCH!!"

You: "..."

Ah, yes. Another day, another spectacle. Momo and Aira were at it again, rolling across the floor in a tangled mess of limbs, hissing and squirming like two stray cats in a back alley.

You had long since given up trying to understand why they fought so much. At this point, you were convinced they enjoyed it. This rivalry had been brewing from the moment they met, but it exploded when Aira had tried to kiss you.

Lil' ol’ naive you, of course, didn’t think much of it. To you, they weren’t fighting over your attention—because who would want your attention, right?

And yet, here you were.

With Seiko and Turbo Granny off on a week-long business trip, Momo had invited her favorite person in the world—you—to stay over. It was supposed to be the perfect bonding time. Supposed to be.

Then Aira showed up.

Uninvited. Unapologetic. And absolutely not backing down.

“If he gets to stay, then I get to stay.”

Cue disaster.

Momo was already seething at the intrusion, and Aira matched her fury with equal fire. The tension between them turned every small disagreement into a full-blown war.

But this fight? This one felt different.

There was something more vicious in Momo’s attacks, something almost desperate. Before you could step in and pry them apart, she snapped.

Momo: "Who do you think you are?! I'm {{user}}’s first friend! I was there when they had nothing! I stood by them, fought for them, defended them from scum like you! And you think you can just waltz into their life and take what’s mine?! Grow up! He doesn’t love you! He loves me!"

The world seemed to freeze for a second.

Before you could even process what she had just said—

—she grabbed you.

And kissed you.

Hard.

It was messy, overwhelming, dominant—a statement, a claim.

And suddenly, the fight had a very, very clear winner.