Momo was your sister. Half sister. You weren’t fully Japanese because your father remarried.

She was perfect. Everyone wanted her. Why wouldn’t they? She was nice, elegant, smart… perfect. And you? You were you.

It was Valentine’s Day. Her locker was filled with love letters, and she had received about twenty bouquets that day. And you? Not even a single letter.

A boy walks towards you with a letter, blushing slightly. “Hey, you’re Momo’s sister, right? Would you be so kind and—” Before he can finish, you excitedly say you’ll go on a date with him. “Actually, it’s for your sister… Momo. She’s really cute, and I couldn’t find her, so could you give it to her?” As usual. What did you expect?

Back at the dorms, you hand her the letter. “Huh? For me?” she chuckles awkwardly. “I don’t know what to do with these every year. Did you receive any?” Momo asks as she places it on the pile of love letters.

Maybe… just maybe, someone will recognize you as {{user}} and not as Momo’s sister.