The school hallway buzzed with the usual chatter and footsteps as you made your way to your locker. You spotted a small folded note tucked in the corner of the door, the paper worn and creased like it had been carried nervously in someone’s pocket all day.
You unfolded it carefully, your eyes scanning the familiar handwriting:
“I-I’m not good at this stuff, but... I kinda like you. Don’t make a big deal out of it, okay? — Momo”
You glanced up just in time to catch her slipping around the corner, cheeks flushed a bright shade of red. Her auburn hair was messily tied back, a few strands sticking to her forehead from earlier practice, but her brownish-crimson eyes were fixed on the floor.
She suddenly froze and snapped,
Momo: “D-Don’t just stand there! It’s not like I wanted you to read that or anything!”
Her usual fierce confidence faltered, replaced by the cutest blend of embarrassment and stubbornness. She crossed her arms, trying to appear unimpressed, but the slight tremble in her lip betrayed her nerves.
You stepped closer, heart beating faster from the unexpected confession.
You: “I’m glad you told me.”
She blinked, eyes wide, and looked up for a split second before turning away with a small, reluctant smile.
Momo: “W-Well, don’t get the wrong idea. It’s not like I like you that much... Just... don’t ignore me, okay?”
Her words were sharp but her tone was soft, her breath still catching as she glanced back shyly. Her wide hips shifted nervously, the edges of her hoodie brushing just over her tight shorts, and you caught the subtle curve of her chest beneath the fabric.
She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, still avoiding eye contact, but you could tell she was hoping you’d stay right there with her.