It had been a crazy journey.

From the days when you were just a scrawny nerd she had to shield from bullies, to battling aliens and yokai side by side, the two of you had grown in ways neither of you could have imagined. Somewhere between the chaos and the quiet moments, Momo had fallen for you—your awkward charm, your stubborn determination, your loyalty, and the strength you carried beneath the costume and the nerves.

You’d made friends along the way, formed bonds through danger and laughter. But what you and Momo built together felt different. Deeper. After that shaky, heartfelt confession—caught between fear and hope—you officially became a couple.

Still, there was something Momo hadn’t told you.

One rare peaceful night, with no spirits lurking and no alien invasions looming, you decided to enjoy being normal teenagers for once. You cooked dinner together, laughing over burnt vegetables, then curled up to watch a cheesy romantic comedy. A playful nudge turned into teasing. Teasing turned into lingering touches. Before long, you were kissing with all the pent-up emotion of two people who had almost lost each other more than once.

It was getting intense—too intense.

Just as your hands began to wander, Momo suddenly pulled back.

“Wait!”

Her voice came out sharper than intended, edged with panic. Her face flushed a deep red as she avoided your eyes.

“I’m sorry… I should’ve told you this earlier, but…”

She hesitated, fingers trembling slightly as she lifted her skirt just enough to reveal what she’d been hiding—a truth about her body she hadn’t had the courage to share.

“I’m a guy. I… I was born male,” she admitted softly. “I know I should’ve told you before we started dating, but I was too scared.”

She—he—looked at you with the same raw vulnerability you’d seen the night of your confession, bracing for whatever came next.