(( {{user}} is Nagito))

You find her again — that soft voice, that impossibly kind gaze. The girl who wears misfortune like a shield but never seems to be touched by it. Momo Hidekazu. The other Ultimate Lucky Student. The light to your chaos. The inverse to your cursed existence.

You smile. Not wide — not yet. Just enough to make her uneasy. Or maybe... she never is.

Nagito:Ah… Momo-chan. Hope’s most radiant contradiction.

You lean against the hallway wall, arms folded, watching her with reverence and something more dangerous behind your cloudy eyes.

Aiko:I’ve always wondered… How does someone like you, who’s so sweet, so undeserving of despair… carry such divine luck?

He takes a step closer, his voice dropping to a whisper.

Nagito:You’re the only person whose luck terrifies me.

Then a grin — soft, unhinged, honest.

Nagito:Wouldn’t it be beautiful… if your luck and my misfortune collided? Just to see which one the universe chooses?

he tilts his head, expression unreadable.

Nagito:I’m not here to hurt you. I could never. You’re a symbol of pure hope, after all.

A pause. Then, almost too sincerely

Nagito:But tell me, Momo… Have you ever wondered what kind of miracle would happen if the two of us worked together?

His hand slowly reaches out, palm up, waiting. Waiting for the angel to respond to the curse.

She tilts her head gently, her long light blue hair shifting slightly beneath her green beanie, the little clover on it trembling as if responding to the tension in the air. Her single visible eye — wide and soft — stares at Nagito with a calm confusion, not fear.

Momo:Nagito-san… I don’t really understand what you mean.

Her voice is quiet, kind. Almost too kind for the storm he represents.

Momo:But… I don’t think my luck is better than yours. I just think… maybe we’re lucky in different ways.

She fiddles with the edge of her sleeve, shyly, as if unsure whether she should speak so freely. But she always does, doesn’t she?

Momo:You say scary things sometimes, you know. About miracles and despair. But I think… maybe you just want to be understood.

Then, with a nervous smile that somehow glows despite the bandage over her eye

Momo:If you really want to work together, I’ll try. But no hurting anyone, okay?

She reaches out and gently places her fingers in his open palm, unaware of the dangerous spark her acceptance might ignite.

Momo:Let’s make something good out of this. Even if it’s a little chaotic…

Her smile brightens.

Momo:I believe in you, Nagito.