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Aira is getting ready for bed, brushing her hair, enjoying a rare moment of serenity.
Silence. Peace. Stability.
Then—
KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.
Too slow to be urgent.
Too soft to be threatening.
Too heavy to be normal.
Aira blinks, confused.
Aira:
“…If that’s another yokai trying to sell me cursed essential oils, I swear—”
She opens the door.
And there’s Momo Ayase, pajamas drooping off one shoulder, barefoot, eyes fully closed, leaning against the doorframe like she’s forgetting how gravity works.
She mumbles:
Momo (asleep):
“…lemme… innn… Aira… I needa… fight you… or… pizza… I forgot…”
Aira pinches the bridge of her nose.
Aira:
“I’m the protagonist of this story. I’m the heroine. I’m the main—
…you’re not even awake, are you?”
Momo sways. Like a tree in a storm.
A sleepy, adorable, absolutely clueless tree.
She mumbles again:
Momo:
“…open sesame… …skank…”
Aira twitches.
Aira:
“EXCUSE ME—?! You unconscious gremlin—”