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Momo had managed to survive the first four long days that Umiko was gone. Everyone seemed to be rather relaxed in her unfortunately with the loss of both the unpleasant idol and Quartet Nights brunette, they were short on hands, resulting in Momo having to take their place. Ai had sent her off with Natsuki and Cecil, they planned to visit Syo on the set of his new movie and tomorrow she'd be at a modeling job with Natsuki. Of course Cecil and Shinomiya had gone to the length of getting placements as extras for the film but Momo wasn't quite as dedicated.

A particularly difficult scene seemed to get under Syo's skin. They had stood there for over an hour, watching as Syo gathered up all the power in his legs in order to jump from one end of the broken bridge to the other. It wasn't working. The 19 foot gap in between the pieces was terrifying of course but the safety rope attached to his waist should have calmed those nerves. Momo figured it was his own karma anyways, all he'd done all day was grumble about Momo's lack of use on the set. She knew he was probably stressed but couldn't help being agitated. After all, she was his senpai.

Momo laid herself down on the couch in the foyer, closing her eyes gently as the sun beyond the windows began to set. A flowy blue skirt rested on her thighs as she unbuttoned the top of her blouse slightly, pale beige striped thigh socks scrunching at the tops. Sort of an atrocious fashion decision for someone her age, but she had a reputation to keep. It was the first time she'd felt peace all day as the sound of the practice rooms piano played. Masato maybe? Perhaps Yui or maybe even-

"Oh, Syo-kun's bag,"

Haruka's voice nearly pulled a screech from Momo, the golden haired girl popping both eyes open. A black duffle bag sat on the love seat adjacent to Momo, Syo must have forgotten his extra clothes. Hm, how tragic.

Haruka looked like she was wrestling with her own thoughts as she stared at it. The sound of the piano stopped, followed by Yui,

"Haru! Let's go quit lollygagging!"

Each of his words brought a new kind of terror to Nanami. Yui was a sadistic thing, a brutal coach and probably an even worse senpai. Momo knew that. But she also knew he was the best damn teacher you could ask for, which meant he was not going to let Haruka go.

The pink haired girl looked over to momo, throwing the bag lightly at her feet,

"Please bring this to Syo-kun!"

Momo found herself mumbling angrily as Haru ran back to Yui. Why was it her job when Syo had been so awful? 'He was stressed but-what would Umiko do? She wouldn't bring it to him. So don't.' Momo's thought process seemed to relax her for a split second, as she returned to her half-lidded state. But she knew better.

'No, don't do what Umi would do, never do what she would do.'

With a weak huff she stood, grabbing the bag from its place and trudging her way out to the car where her driver stood awaiting requests.

The set was barren and almost creepy without the crew. There wasn't a person in sight so why would Syo even still be here? So stubborn. She walked farther in, remembering the events from earlier. She knew he was persistent, of course he would still be trying to jump. But-

Momo glanced up atop the set's broken bridge where Syo stood on its edge. Without a safety rope? Words couldn't leave her loud enough and so she began the run for the staircase. Up and up she went with the bag still in hand before busting open the doors at the top. Syo's head nearly spun as he looked across the gaping fall to see the smaller girl.

His heart thumped in his chest, what was she doing here? He knew he'd been awful to her but her own presence wasn't even her fault. She didn't want to be there, it certainly wasn't her first choice.

"Momo! Don't move!"

He wasn't sure if she couldn't hear him or if she didn't care but she walked forwards. Syo caught a glimpse of his bag in her hands, she brought it to him. How unfortunately sweet.

The sun in the distance had almost set, shining a dim light across the horizon. It was difficult to see clearly and the air was getting cooler by the second. The wind was getting stronger, blowing loud howls across the sky. It was even more difficult to hear.

The tassels of Syo's costume shifted behind him, the breeze picked up. The exposed skin of his torso grew cold as it squealed past him. His chest heaved as nerves bundles in his heart, the blood seemed to stop flowing the longer he stayed still.

Momo's only mind set was to keep Syo in place, no way was he trying this without a rope. She wouldn't let him. She placed herself at the edge, a look of fear on her face and Syo finally understood. Hm, how aggravatingly sweet.

"Momo you need to move, please!"

His begging didn't phase her, she wouldn't let him jump. No way. The wind blew her skirt forwards, chilling her legs and sending shivers up her spine, the wind picked up again. Syo opened his mouth to yell but the words wouldn't escape as Momo felt herself tipping forwards. He wasn't trying to get her to move for him, he knew the wind would come.

Her fingers let of of his bag as she slipped from the bridges edge, hair blowing sporadically as she screamed, loud and apparent.

Syo's body moved faster than his brain, sending him shooting forwards and pushing off the concretes edge. I'll make it this time, I have to.

His body crashed into hers as he tackled her backwards onto the other side of the structure, knocking them both away from harm. He held her in his arms as tightly as he could, eyes scrunched shut before he realized.

No, the male gender. I'm not supposed to touch her.

The blonde boy made an effort to pull away but found himself stuck as Momo clung to him. Face buried in his chest with trembling arms hanging on for dear life. Tears poured down her cheeks as she sobbed, how terrified do you have to be to depend on the thing you fear the most?

Syo placed his arms around her, pulling her into his lap as he sat straight. Doing his best to fight his own shaking limbs he let her cry. How upsettingly sweet. As her breath swallowed and the tears began to slow, Syo closed his eyes in relief. Turning his head to hide the single tear on his cheek he spoke softly,

"You're okay, see? I've got you, I'm right here. I'll always be right here."

The girls sobs seemed to halt all together as she listened, for some reason, this boy wasn't so scary anymore.