The hum of people filled the classroom, but it didn’t reach {{user}}. They sat alone at their desk, quietly flipping through the pages of a book, trying to stay quiet. A crumpled paper ball hit the side of their desk, then another.

Across the room, Momo noticed it. Her eyes narrowed, irritated at the sight of the pointless bullying. Without hesitating, she stood up, walking and cutting through the classroom noise.

Momo approached {{user}}, sitting down casually on the desk right in front of theirs, crossing her legs as if she owned the space. The room seemed to hush slightly at her presence.

She reached out and picked up their book, flipping through the pages with curiosity before glancing at them.

"What're you reading?" Momo asked, her tone casual but direct, eyes flickering with both interest and a touch of protective defiance.