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Momoka never liked Valentine's Day. All the hearts and cutesy shit reminded her that she’d probably never get to have something like everyone else did.
Which, by extension, meant she hated White Day just as much.
Which is why she was looking down at the ground when her and Leiko were going to their lockers. It was also why when a piece of paper and a flower fell out of her locker when she opened it, she felt more confused than she ever was in class.
“Ooo, did you get something?” Leiko asked, sass in her voice. Momoka rolled her eyes and picked up the paper and flower. The flower was a pink camellia and in good shape. Leiko put her arm on Momoka’s shoulder and craned her neck to see the paper. “C’mon, c’mon, read it!” She smiled. Momoka adjusted the paper so it was easier to see for both of them.
I know today is a day to reciprocate the gifts given before, but you being here is already enough of a gift for me.
Momoka’s face turned beet red. Not only was it super sappy (which Momoka would never admit she was a sucker for), but the flower was really pretty(Momoka liked that too).
Leiko laughed next to her, “Hot damn! Is this really what it takes to get Momoka Owada to blush?” Momoka’s head snapped to the redhead. Now, Momoka wouldn’t say she was angry, but she hadn’t ever had someone even maybe do something like this for her. So she might’ve not had her guard up as high as it usually was.
“Kuwata, shut the hell up.” She growled. It wasn’t her worse, but it always got Leiko to back off. The offending girl put her hands up in mock defense, “Alright, Alright. Seriously though, I wonder who it is.”
Leiko looked around while Momoka kept her eyes on the paper, still in a small state of shock. “You and Toru are friends, right?” Momoka nodded slowly, confused by her question. “Hey, Toru! Come see what Momo got!” Momoka looked up at Leiko, and then behind them. Toru looked weirded out, but was walking towards them anyway.
When he got there, he looked down at Momoka’s hands and quirked an eyebrow, “Wh-what’s that? Is that a camellia?” Leiko snickered and Momoka glared at her. “Yeah. Opened my locker and this stuff fell out.” Momoka said. Toru took a glance at the paper and smirked. “Who-who would w-want to give s-something like this to you?”
Leiko attempted to hold back a laugh but failed miserably. “HEY! THE FUCK YOU LAUGHIN FOR!” Momoka yelled, grabbing Leiko by her shirt. Toru was a bit worried that Leiko was about to get her head bashed in, until he heard the clacking of boots.
“Shisuta, what is going on here!” By that point, Kiyomi was right next to the trio, who all looked at the hall monitor. “Oh, hey, Kiyo!” Momoka smiled, dropping Leiko instantly. The baseball player adjusted her shirt and backed away, closer to Toru.
“Don’t ‘hey’ me, Momoka! Why were you grabbing Leiko?” Kiyomi furrowed her eyebrows, her red eyes burning into the biker girl’s soul. Momoka stuffed her hands in her pockets and looked down at her feet, her hair dropping down into her face.
“Sorry, Kiyo. I got pissed cuz she was laughin’ at me.” Kiyomi shook her head lightly and pulled out a detention slip. “I understand, but you still need to keep control of your anger.” When she gave the slip to Momoka, she turned to Leiko and crossed her arms. “And why were you laughing at her, Kuwata?”
Leiko laughed nervously. She knew that if she told Kiyomi, her chances of getting out of this alive would be promptly stomped by Momoka (this was punctuated by said biker’s death glare).
But that was until Toru stuttered out a response for her. “Y-your ‘sh-shisuta’ got a l-love letter.”
Kiyomi's eyes widened and her face was overtaken by a pink blush. “A-ah! I see.” She said. The hall monitor started writing another detention slip, this time for Leiko. Handing it to the redhead, she tried her best to regain her stern face. “You and Momo have the same time, so I expect you to behave!”
Momoka and Leiko nodded. Kiyomi bowed at them and then walked away, her ponytail swishing behind her. As she left, Toru said that he needed to go to the library. Leiko looked at Momoka and smirked, “You should try and find out who it is. Maybe you’ll actually get some dick. Or pussy. That’s always an option.”
Leiko shot out a short comment about needing to go to practice, and ran off. Momoka looked at the paper and flower still in her hand. There was a chance this was a joke. There was a chance whoever this was wouldn’t be able to handle Momoka.
But there was also a chance that this someone was genuine. That they wouldn't care if Momoka had an outburst, or, god forbid, she told them about the accident.
That shouldn’t have been enough for Momoka to make a decision, the risks most definitely outweigh the rewards. But she was, for some reason, hopeful. It was probably really stupid, and she’d probably regret it later, but she wanted to find out who did this.
After all, they had to have already hung out with her a bunch if just her being there was a gift.