You were standing by the lockers after school, casually chatting about your day, when Momo suddenly got quiet. She stepped in front of you, fidgeting nervously with the hem of her sleeve. Her usual boldness was nowhere to be seen. Instead, she hesitated, her brownish-crimson eyes glancing at your face, then at the floor, before settling on your hand.

Without saying a word, she reached out and lightly took your hand, her fingers shyly playing with yours. The action was so uncharacteristic of her that it caught you off guard. Momo, who was always so confident, looked… bashful? Her cheeks were dusted pink, and she refused to meet your gaze.

She opened her mouth to speak but immediately closed it, biting her lip. She shifted her weight from one foot to the other, her grip on your hand tightening slightly. ”I... uh..." she started, her voice barely audible. "Never mind. It's dumb."

she definitely wanted hugs, compliments, and maybe even cuddles when you two get home. She was trying to say and form these words the whole time.