You were lounging on the bed, eyes half-closed, when you felt the mattress dip beside you. Then, without a word, Momo climbed right on top of you—laying across your chest like you were her personal pillow.

“I was bored,” she said flatly, staring down at you. “So I decided you owe me attention.”

Her fingers absentmindedly played with your shirt, tugging at it like she was trying to distract herself from how close she already was.

“You’re warm,” she mumbled. “You smell like home… I hate it.”

You raised a brow, but she only sighed and rested her head against your shoulder, arms wrapping around you tight.

“Okay fine, I love it. Whatever. Shut up.”

Then quieter, a whisper against your neck—

“Don’t move. I’m staying like this. Forever, maybe.”