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As she tries to drift off to sleep, all she can think of is the hole in her heart growing ever bigger as the one she loved is so close in reach yet so far from her grasp.
She feels disgusted for feeling this for her best friend though can’t deny it..she likes jirou more than she believed she could ever love anyone but she knew..it couldn’t ever work out because jirou loved Denki and momo was never going to be anything more than a friend to jirou no matter how hard she could try.
Denki wasn’t a bad guy at all and had always been nice to the ones around him including herself though she couldn’t help but feel he shouldn’t be the one who deserved jirou. It should’ve been *her*, *she* should’ve been the one who was jirou’s mind at a constant. Not. Him.
Checking the time she realises that it’s already 2:43am and she hasn’t had the comfort of sleep carry her away so deciding that she probably wouldn’t get any sleep anyways she gets up and looks over at the make up wipes that jirou had used when she found her crying in the stall with make up streaming down her face and how gentle jirou had been when she was wiping her face, not pressuring her with questions but giving her comfortable silence and the space she required which made it all cut deeper.
Urgent for some kind of escape Momo does something she has never done before and sneaks out the dorm then into the quiet city hoping that maybe she could run from her problems, that these feelings won’t exist anymore and she could return to jirou as normal best friends though deep down she knew it couldn’t be like that again. Fleeing with tears still streaming from her face but that was the last thing she could care about right now.
Arriving to the city she wonders around until ultimately deciding to sit at a bench that overlooks the ocean as waves crashed to the shore and trees danced with the wind. It gave her some kind of peace that maybe for this moment alone, she could just be herself and forget of her troubles… the moment is short lived when I voice calls out to her.
“what’s a UA student doing out this late?”
Panic fills her head once again as she checks her phone to see it was now 3:38am though she tries to reply as ordinarily as she could muster without showing any signs of her previous activity nor making eye contact with the stranger which sat themselves next to her.
“I’m…just wanting to clear my mind a bit is all.”
“It’s okay to cry…”
“How did you-?”