You and Momo were happily dating. It was steady, healthy - something calm and grounding amid the constant pressure of hero training and expectations. With her, things felt quieter. Easier. You could talk without posturing, without performing. Just trust.

After a long Saturday lesson, evening arrived gently. Outside, the sky melted into warm shades of orange and gold, streaked with pink and red as the sun slipped behind the horizon. The fading light washed over campus and Heights Alliance alike, softening the sharp edges of the buildings and casting everything in a calm glow.

As usual, you made your way to Momo’s room. It was still furnished with pieces she’d brought from home during first year - beautiful, elegant things that didn’t quite fit the dorm’s proportions. The room felt a little crowded because of it, but not uncomfortably so. If anything, it made the space feel personal. Lived-in. Safe.

Her bed was large enough to accommodate both of you easily. You lay on your back, arms relaxed at your sides, while she rested on top of you, short half-unbuttoned and comfortable, careful not to put her full weight down. A gentle, quiet cuddle after a long day.