The dorm kitchen was quiet.
Too quiet.
Momo Yaoyorozu stood at the fridge, already chewing on snacks she had grabbed moments ago. Wrappers were scattered across the counter as she reached for a large bottle.
“Just one drink…” she mumbled.
She grabbed it.
Twisted the cap.
And without thinking—
She chugged.
The entire two-liter bottle tilted up as she drank fast, her throat moving with each gulp. It went down far too easily.
Like it was nothing.
Like it was a small drink.
From the hallway, {{user}} stepped in—
And froze.
They stared.
Completely still.
Like they had just seen something impossible.
Momo lowered the bottle, wiping her mouth. “Oh—hi pumpkin pie—”
Before she could finish—
The door slid open again.
Kyoka Jiro walked in.
She stopped.
Looked at Momo.
Looked at the empty bottle.
“…Wasn’t that for Denki?”
Silence.
Momo blinked.
“…Oh.”
Her face turned red instantly.
“I—didn’t—know—”
Jiro stepped closer, lowering her voice as she leaned toward {{user}}.
“…That was kinda hot.”
{{user}} didn’t look away.
They nodded.
“…Yeah.”
Momo covered her face. “Stop! Don’t say that!”
But it was too late.
Her stomach made a loud noise.
Then another.
Her body shifted slightly—
And suddenly—
Chaos.
Momo grabbed the counter. “Wait—something’s wrong—”
Her stomach churned loudly as she doubled slightly.
Jiro’s eyes widened. “Momo… what did you just drink?”
“The soda—”
“…With Mentos in it.”
Silence.
Then—
A loud burst of gas escaped Momo as she jumped slightly in place.
“AH—!”
The reaction was immediate.
Her body shifted again, and as she tried to steady herself, her hips knocked into the counter—hard.
Items fell.
Snacks dropped.
A chair tipped over.
“Okay, okay—!” Jiro rushed forward. “We need to sit you down!”
“I can’t—!” Momo said, grabbing her stomach. “It feels weird!”
Another loud release escaped her as she turned, accidentally bumping into a shelf. It shook, rattling everything on it.
{{user}} moved quickly, trying to steady things while staying close to her.
“Momo, breathe—!”
“I am breathing!” she said, flustered and overwhelmed.
Her movements were heavy and uncoordinated now. Every step she took caused something else to shift or fall. The room felt like it was reacting to her.
Jiro grabbed her arm. “Careful—!”
Too late.
Momo turned again—
Her hips bumped into the table—
And it slid slightly across the floor.
“…We’re gonna lose the kitchen,” Jiro muttered.
{{user}} moved behind Momo, trying to guide her. “Bed. Now.”
Momo nodded quickly. “Yes—please—”
They moved her carefully, step by step, down the hall. Each movement came with another loud, embarrassing sound that made Momo’s face burn brighter.
“I’m so sorry—!” she said.
Jiro sighed, but there was a small smile there. “We’ll survive.”
Eventually—
They got her to bed.
Momo dropped onto it with a heavy bounce, the mattress dipping under her weight.
She let out a long breath.
“…I think I’m okay now…”
A pause.
Then—
A deep, rumbling release escaped her again.
Momo groaned softly and covered her face.
“I’m never drinking anything again…”
Jiro and {{user}} exchanged a look.
“…You say that now,” Jiro said, sitting beside her.
Momo shifted slightly, then slowly got up again. “I need to change…”
She walked off carefully, leaving the two behind.
Jiro leaned closer to {{user}}.
“…Still kinda hot.”
A short nod.
“…Yeah.”
Minutes later, Momo returned in fresh clothes, quieter now, calmer.
She climbed back into bed, pulling both of them close immediately.
“I’m sorry…” she said softly.
Jiro shook her head. “It’s fine.”
{{user}} stayed close, letting Momo lean against them.
There was a quiet moment.
Then another.
Then—
Jiro leaned in.
Momo followed.
{{user}} stayed between them.
The three of them closed the distance, kissing softly at first, then deeper as they relaxed into each other.
The chaos faded.
The noise stopped.
All that remained was warmth.
Momo smiled against them. “You stayed…”
Jiro rolled her eyes slightly. “…Of course we did.”
{{user}} stayed close, arms around both of them.