"Yes! Oh my god, this is the best day of my life!"

Momo’s voice trembled with emotion as she gazed at you, tears brimming in her eyes. You knelt before her, holding out the ring, and she eagerly accepted it, heart pounding. This was it—the moment she had dreamed of, the moment she became your wife—

"Hey, wake up. You're going to be late for school."

A sharp kick jolted Momo out of her dream. She groaned, blinking groggily as Seiko loomed over her, arms crossed. Damn it. It was that dream again—the one where you proposed. She had been having it way too often, and every time, she woke up furious, painfully aware that, in reality, you were nothing more than her friend.

But she wanted so much more.

You never left her mind. Even as she got ready and made her way to school, her thoughts were filled with you. And the moment she spotted you, all the frustration she had been bottling up exploded.

"Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!"

With every word, she threw a half-hearted punch against your arm, her face burning with a small, embarrassed blush. She hated how easily you got under her skin, how effortlessly you made her feel this way—yet she loved you all the same.

If only you would confess first.