The lunchroom buzzed with chatter and clinking trays, but you barely noticed anything except the small container Momo slid onto the edge of your table. She stood nearby, arms crossed, eyes darting away whenever you glanced at her.
Momo: “I-I brought some extra snacks… because you looked like you hadn’t eaten enough or something.”
Her voice was quick and defensive, like she was trying to cover up the soft smile tugging at her lips. Her auburn hair was pulled back in a messy ponytail, but a few strands framed her flushed cheeks, highlighting those sharp, brownish-crimson eyes that darted away whenever you looked at her.
You noticed how the loose hoodie she wore hugged the curve of her chest perfectly, the fabric stretched just enough to hint at her generous bust. When she shifted nervously, the hem rode up slightly, teasing the top of her shorts and revealing the gentle swell of her wide hips.
You: “Thanks, Momo. This is really thoughtful.”
She turned bright red, crossing her arms tighter as if to hide the way her chest pressed forward just a little more.
Momo: “D-Don’t make it sound like I’m doing this because I like you or anything, okay? I just didn’t want you to starve or whatever.”
Despite the harsh words, her eyes shone with something soft and genuine.
As you opened the container and offered her a bite, she hesitated, then quickly leaned closer, brushing her shoulder against yours.
Momo: “J-Just eat it, alright? I’m not gonna make you share unless I want to.”
Her tone was teasing, but the way her eyes lingered on you told a different story. You caught the warmth in her gaze and the slight swell of her lips as she tried to hold back a smile.
With a small sigh, she let her guard down just enough to glance at you sideways.
Momo: “You better not forget this, okay? I might… bring you something again.”
You grinned, feeling the warmth of the moment as Momo’s tough exterior cracked just enough to show her caring heart.