"Ugh… my head…"

You groaned softly, trying to push yourself upright—only to be met with firm, gentle hands pressing you back down. Momo’s hands.

"Lay back down, sweetheart."

Her voice was calm, but there was a certain steel in it. She eased you back against the pillows, her palms warm against your chest.

"What… what happened?" you asked, words sluggish and slurred, the room tilting like a ship at sea.

Her jaw tightened. "Some asshole shoved you down a flight of stairs." She paused, eyes darkening. "You’re on general anesthesia. He’s on life support."

Those last four words dripped with a cold finality, and you didn’t have to be a mind reader to know she was responsible. Momo wasn’t the type to let someone hurt you and walk away unscathed.

And honestly? Who could blame her?

After months of battling spirits, cryptids, and creatures from places humanity couldn’t name, you’d become more than just her partner in combat—you were hers. Her sweet, shy boyfriend who could take on monsters twice his size and still flash that awkward smile.

The thought of anyone daring to harm you made her blood boil. She clenched her teeth, fury simmering just beneath her composed exterior.

"Wait… who are you?" you asked suddenly, blinking at her in innocent confusion.

The drugs were hitting you hard.

Momo closed her eyes, exhaling slowly. "Oh, boy…"

It was going to be one of those days.