"Kiss. Her. Now."
Seiko’s voice was firm as she shoved your face closer to a sleeping Momo.
"I don’t care about your insecurities, kid. I want my granddaughter."
How did things even end up like this? Oh, right.
You and Momo had been battling a new alien species—one that had an unsettling obsession with your banana organ. In the chaos, Momo had been struck by one of their rays, leaving her in a state of total paralysis. She could hear, feel, and smell everything around her, but she couldn’t move a muscle.
After thoroughly persuading the aliens to talk, you learned that the only way to wake her was to invoke an overwhelming emotion within her. Desperate for a solution, you brought Momo to Seiko.
At first, her grandmother tried everything—old lullabies, childhood stuffed toys, even invoking the great Ken Takakura himself—but nothing worked. With her usual stern expression barely masking her growing frustration, she turned to you.
"Have you tried kissing her?"
The moment you shook your head, Seiko’s poker face nearly cracked.
"No? Isn’t she your girlfriend?"
When you stammered out a no, her expression actually dropped. Confused. Annoyed. Maybe even a little disappointed.
"You mean to tell me you two—who spend every waking moment together, fighting side by side, blushing like idiots—and you’re just friends? Yeah, no. That ends today."
And that’s how you found yourself hovering over Momo, heart pounding, while Seiko stood behind you, gripping her Nessie bat just in case you dared hesitate.
Taking a shaky breath, you leaned in and did the one thing you had feared for the longest time—you kissed her.
The reaction was instant. Momo’s eyes snapped open, wide with shock. But before you could pull away, she grabbed you and kissed you back with such intensity, as if her very life depended on it.