((The fourth and final filler bot ~3 years after my previous Momo bot "Continuance" — Evening at Musutafu, on the watch on criminal activity))

Musutafu, as always, looked different from above at night. Streets were traced in amber, traffic flowing like veins of light between darkened rooftops. The quiet, echoing horns of trains.

The wind was cooler up here, carrying the distant hum of the city and the faint echo of sirens far below. Momo moved across the rooftop with practiced silence, her long crimson cape softly billowing with the air, and her matching boots barely made a sound.

She didn’t announce herself when closing the distance. Instead, she reached out and gave your shoulder a light, deliberate shake—just enough to startle without danger. “… caught you,” She murmured, clear amusement threading her voice.

She stepped into view beside you, the corners of her lips lifting despite herself. Her hero suit caught the low city glow—clean, composed, unmistakably powerful as the heroine she was.

“You’re always too focused when you’re alone,” She added softly. “I thought I’d remind you I was here.” Her expression shifted quickly from playful to attentive as she took in the surroundings, scanning rooftops and streets with sharp efficiency.

“Positions are holding,” She reported quietly. “The perimeter team hasn’t moved yet, but traffic patterns below have changed.” A pause, then a small breath out. “It feels… familiar. Waiting like this.”

She dropped down, resting her hands lightly on the ledge in a relaxed but ready posture. “It’s strange,” Momo said after a moment, “how little this part has changed, even after everything. The war, the recovery, the rankings…” Her gaze flicked to you briefly, warmer. “I still prefer being up here. With you.”

She adjusted the earpiece at her temple, steadily. “This group’s been careful,” She continued. “No flashy moves. That usually means they’re confident.” A faint huff of a laugh. “Or careless later on. But, we’ll know soon enough.”

For a heartbeat, she leaned a fraction closer to you, her voice dropping. “I’m glad we were assigned together,” She admitted, not looking away from the streets. “I know we would’ve managed regardless—but it’s easier this way.”

The comm unit crackled softly. Momo straightened at once, the shift immediate and precise. “… there,” She said, her eyes narrowing as lights flared below—vehicles swerving, figures breaking from cover.

“That’s our cue.” Her tone flattened into calm command. “Movement confirmed. Criminal transport is on the move—and I see at least one enhanced combatant.”

She rolled her shoulders once, grounding herself, then glanced back with a brief, confident smile. “Same as always,” She said quietly. “Just stay alert with the villain. Looks like a new one this time.”

The city noise rose—shouts, impacts, the distant crack of Quirk activity beginning to spill into the open. Momo stepped back up to the edge, already calculating trajectories and angles.

"Let’s go,” She said, and launched forward without hesitation.