Ever since he has enrolled and became Otokojuku's first year's representative, the trials and battles he fought have gotten him stressed. Furthermore, his stoic expressions and soft smiles hide the wreck that was his towering anxiety. While it's minor compared to what the future held for him, it would be bewildering for any normal student to not be affected by such damage to their mental state. Before he could continue replaying those moments, he shook away the thoughts and attempted to distract himself. It was currently the weekend, which means he has all the time he wants to himself.
During his free time at the private school, he'd occasionally travel to Roppongi with his classmates to look around and go on their adventures. The group would split depending on the situation, Matsuo and Tazawa would travel together, Hidemaro and Matsuo may tag along (Togashi periodically joined them), or his close friend may wonder about with Momotaro. This kind of agenda soon led to him seeing you across the street, his first time catching your appearance in the district's colorful and popular nightlife. Subsequently, The Head of First Years took a stroll down the street and looked for somewhere to view. What sort of items he'd observe was up to the person's imagination, what sort of money he had was included in your fantasy. Out of coincidence, he turned his attention towards the closest person near him- that happened to be you.
You both seemed to notice that you're looking at a particular item through the store's glass. He took a glance to the side before turning his attention towards you. You notice a pair of eyes looking at you, which makes you turn your head towards him, naturally having a grin plastered on your face. "You look like a delinquent," you commented, looking up and down at his uniform. He gave you a blank stare before seeing his eyebrows arching up partially. "It's not the first time I've gotten that." "Do you have any yen on you?" His silence gave your query an answer, leaving you to form your next response. "Wait here," before Momo could say anything back- you already went on your way into the discount store.
Taken by surprise, he watched you walk in as you searched for the product. It seemed to take you longer to read out the kanji labeled on the items. Occasionally, he'd take a swift glance towards the other objects along with the customers. As patient as he is, Momo strolls over near an open area where he isn't blocking anyone's path. To let you spend something that he wanted and for him to leave you there would be disrespectful to his moral and overall character. The city was exquisitely mild and pure, the number of people passing by grew each minute. Something about the almost-magical quality it (surprisingly and interestingly) had was attractive, especially the kind of unnatural yet welcoming atmosphere that greeted him with open arms.
His internal noetic thoughts were cut off once he perceived the door opened, revealing it to be you ambulating out of the store. You turn to the right and spot him, quickly walking over to interact with him more. You bowed to him to make up for not properly greeting him earlier. At least Roppongi was kenned for having many foreign-friendly businesses so newcomers wouldn't feel so alienated. "It wouldn't be nice of me to not help out, was this what you were looking for," you questioned. "I may have gotten the wrong brand, but I hope you enjoy it." You lifted a bottle of sparkling water towards him, feeling your nerves tensing up from being so open with a stranger.
Momotaro quietly grabbed the beverage from you, shoving it into one of his jacket's pockets. "I don't mind, but thank you for getting me this," he responds. "Next time, try not staring at a person so much. It comes off as impolite," his heads up left you to swiftly turn your head away in embarrassment. "A-Ah.. thank you for the advice. I'll keep that in mind," you replied, "But, aren't you also supposed to nod at a person as a greeting?" "Yeah, but I don't expect foreigners to get it right the first time." His response left you with a red face, embarrassed.
"Since it's our first time meeting, what's your name?" "I'm (your name), what's yours?" "Tsurugi Momotaro." You couldn't help but give him a welcoming expression. "It's nice to meet you, Momotaro-san, I have to go so I'll talk to you later!" Giving him a wave, you turned away from him and walked away before he could say anything back. The sudden change of pace during your early conversations was risible in a way. Though, he didn't wish to embarrass you any further and let you leave in your unique way.
As you left, Tazawa had coincidentally returned once you blurred within the crowds and luminous lights. The brains of Otokojuku had spotted the bottle sticking out of Momo's jacket, causing him to question him right off the bat. "When did you have the money to get that?" "Just had some spare change left." "Since when-" the teen with glasses was cut off by the distant whines exaggerated from Matsuo. "You're just gonna leave me behind like that?!" He cried, falling to his knees and wrapping his arms around his friend's legs. "Oi! It was only for a few minutes! Quit complaining and handle yourself for a few damn seconds!" These related conversations Momo's friends had were common, hell, the variety was what sold it. Momo looked down towards the bottle before his mind drifted off towards you.
Subsequently, you two have been coming across each other more and more, involving him slowly being more open about his school life and so on. While he briefly talked about his martial arts skills and swordsmanship, you understood the vagueness of the topic and respected his choice to keep it from you. Furthermore, his appreciation for you grew as time went by. He helped you practice your Japanese when you two spent time at your place, sipping tea as he'd go over your vocabulary and phrases. You returned the favor by helping him feel less tense from his strict schedule and occasionally told him about your past before arriving in the district.
He mainly spent time at your home but it switches to going to his place from time to time. At first, you didn't pay much attention to how he would smile more around you or how he'd offer to help out with some chores or other miscellaneous things. Your appreciation for him didn't go unnoticed by giving him short and sweet compliments. Each one felt like a sudden ping to Momo's heart, but no explanation could be made. He's heard most of them, mainly from his group of friends, so what made you so different? Your friend couldn't help but feel somewhat relieved you weren't able to see behind his standoffish image beside his calm gestures. To say when and how these thoughts were beginning to appear would forever be unknown, not to you but himself as well.
Weeks have past and one of Momo's friends, Tsubakiyama, had curiously asked him what he did after school. Tsu's inquiry made many of his buddies turn to look at their trusted friend, interest filling the classroom. "Yeah, what do you do while we aren't around?" Hidemaro added, "I bet all you do is swing your sword around," he claimed. "That's the most watered-down way you could describe an activity and it isn't even correct, to begin with." "Then WHAT do you do?!"
It was common for Momo's friends to ask where he went from time to time, their questions filled with serious or humorous questions. Speaking of his group, their discussions progressively went towards trying to convince Momo to fill them in about you. "C'mon Momo! Just tell us who she issss!" "I have no idea what you mean." He dismissed Matsuo off, kicking his feet up on the desk and leaning back in his seat. Attempting to spill information from Momo was like trying to talk to a brick wall. Many of them, if not all, assumed you were a girl due to their continuous fantasies of having girlfriends, as schoolboys would do. Tazawa is known for adoring cute girls more than anyone on school grounds, as said by him.
It wouldn't be uncommon for most teenage boys to dream of schoolgirls as these bright and pure figures. It didn't take them long for them to suspect Momo and his handsome looks may have lured a certain someone in. Togashi may have been infatuated with girls like his other classmates, but it was known that he wasn't popular with the other demographic. The group's overall looks made them feel like side characters going against the protagonist of the show. It felt too coincidental that Momo was The Representative of Otokojuku's First Years and had dashing physical attributes.
"You're just gonna starve us from even letting your closest pal know 'bout her?!" Togashi exclaimed in frustration, his fists clenched as common with his hot-headed behavior. "It's not that important." "NOT THAT IMPORTANT?!" His hands reached over to clutch onto Momo's uniform, pulling him close to his face to get a closer look at this ridiculous bastard. "Quit messin' wit' me, dumbass! Okay? I'm gonna figure out whatcha're hidin' from us!" His characteristic outburst only made Momo shut his eyes and grow his iconic smile. "Try it. I'd like to see you try and find what I'm supposedly hiding."
From then on, the group would form one of their usual tactics to see what Momo hid from everyone. Togashi, being the captain of it all, led out the actions while Hidemaro convinced Tazawa to take part- seeing that he is "The Brains of Otokojuku". Momo's closest friend, Togashi, would plan one of the more simple schemes like to disguise themselves as a girl. It would be obvious to note that even if Tazawa would inform them about how it would go wrong, that wouldn't stop the stubborn leader. They had to pick a candidate, considering Togashi's reluctance to ever shave his mustache off and his scar would be too obvious to not catch. Everyone soon turned their attention towards the other classmate they knew could make a rather convincing feminine voice, Tsubakiyama.
Startled, the squirrel quickly runs away from the larger teen and from the area which causes the larger teen to scramble over to attempt to get the small critter's attention back. "Wait! Come back! Yukari!" He shouted as he crawled on his knees. "Tsubakiyama!" Togashi yelled out before stopping behind him. The other footsteps grew louder, those footsteps belonged to the other students following Togashi before stopping and trying to catch their breath. He watched as Tsubakiyama exhaled loudly and looked down to the ground.
Hidemaro's green gakuran shined from the sun's direct light. In addition, he was the first to speak up. "Wha..Wh-What the hell, man?! You couldn't stop for us?!" The short one shouted. "I didn't think you'd take this so seriously.." Matsuo puffed, still tired from burning his calves from chasing Togashi. Within the burning heat, Togashi was least concerned as he was wearing his iconic black cap. Though, his sense behind things was always nonsensical, for both strangers and his friends.
"That's not important here," he exclaimed, "Tsubakiyama, you've heard what Momo said, right? I've got a plan to get him to spill the beans." Confidence was pumping through his words with no tad bit of hesitance hidden. Sighing, Tsubakiyama looks away from the ground towards the man drenched in black. "You better know what you're doing." Togashi smirked at his reply, "What could make ya doubt me?" Tazawa, shifting his glasses up, kept a cold expression on his face once he heard his response. "I've got a bad feeling about this."
Later that day, Togashi's hands were busy holding large, colorful plastic bags. Considering the time during Roppongi, he had to make quick excuses for paying for these girly products. On the spot, he made a swift excuse to the employee at the desk, saying he wanted to buy these as gifts for his girlfriend. It hurt hun internally, knowing he isn't popular with the ladies as much as he hoped.
Togashi strolled out as his cheeks redden in embarrassment as people passing by would comment on him. He took a route down by the alleyway after he made sure of his surroundings, not wishing anyone would spot him. Especially Momo. Scrambling through the first bag, his hands grab hold of foundation and a few brushes. Tsubakiyama looked at the items before groaning to himself.
"I don't think this'll work on him.." "Bah! It's a flawless plan! We're gonna put this on ya and you'll look brand new!" He places them down before taking out more makeup products. Lipstick, blush, eye liner, nail polish, most basic brands his grubby hands could yoink from the shelves. The most difficult thing he had to grab was a feminine outfit, more importantly, a size that could fit Tsubaki. Perhaps it was the last spear that pierced Togashi's leftover confidence before he headed into the shadows of the alleyway.
Once the dress was in perfect view for Tsubaki and the other students, Matsuo and Hidemaro couldn't help but stifle a chuckle. "How is he gonna look like a girl when he's got that huge of a mustache," Matsuo asked as a smile was plastered on his face. "Isn't it obvious? We're gonna strip that mess off of his face! What kinda lady has facial hair-" His idea caused Tsubakiyama to panic "Cu-Cu-Cut it off?!" The other two boys looked shocked at what Togashi said. "Why cut it off when we could just snip your stache!" Making an audible gasp, he looks towards Hidemaro before his eyebrows furrow. "Did ya know how long it took for me to grow it this far?!"
"Thinking about it now, you've got the tiniest one here. Besides, Momo and Hidemaro don't count." Matsuo's comment left Hidemaro to grumble to himself, making an excuse that he hasn't hit his growth spurt yet. "It's still growing! You just haven't seen the progress I've made!" Before he could let anyone else say a peep, he follows up with: "Fine, we won't go too far. Just get the outfit on and give ya a makeover." Tsubakiyama sighed in relief before he sat down. "Please get it over with." His response emitted Togashi to turn to the newly bought products before looking at Tsubaki's face. With determination, he does his best to hold the petite brushes and gently press on the shades, carefully grazing it on the male's face.
A handful of times had passed and Togashi brushed the last finishing touches on the man's facial canvas. "Alright! You look all set!" Matsuo and Hidemaro walked over to take a look at Togashi's work, their mouths agape at the sight. "Since when were you so good with makeup? Do you own a few sets-" "The hell you mean own?! These were the only ones I've bought!" Togashi snapped in a defensive manner, crossing in arms and looking away. Their conversations stopped once they heard footsteps coming close towards the alleyway.
Thinking it's time to shine, the three help Tsubakiyama get up and wait for the right time. "Now!" Togashi whispers to the two and signals Tsubakiyama to present himself to what they believed to be Momotaro. Togashi had this idea: Momo would be comfortable asking for advice from, who is supposed to be, another lady to help out with his significant other. The concept sold it in his mind. However, Togashi's luck was his downfall.
The dress chosen for the large teen had many shades of pink that went below his knees. Thankfully, the small sleeves weren't as much of a problem when you didn't grow hair on your forearms. What they didn't expect was one of their instructors to happen to be walking by. The hulking mass that wore a plain shirt, shorts, a pair of sandals, and supporting a cap was none other than Oni-Hige. Who else could wear a black messy beard and mullet like an instructor like him?
Who was also dumb enough to fall under the lowest of charms like Tsubakiyama's new look. "Oh? What might a pretty lady like you doing out here?" Granted, Oni's eyes were laid upon the dress before seeing his face. "Just enjoying the nice city view," Tsubakiyama said as he put on this higher pitched tone, doing his best to impersonate a girl's voice. Right when he responded, the instructor turned his head to Tsubaki's face and turned angry. "The hell do you think you're doing?!"
Out of panic, Tsubakiyama runs into the area where the other teens were. Once Oni had a view of the four students, his hands were balled up. "You think you could fool your own teacher?!" Anger boiled inside the instructor's veins, producing an intimidating aura that left the students in fear. Just as they try to run away, Oni-Hige swiftly pulls them into a brawl. Like his style of discipline/teaching, he would use anything to keep the strict regulations even outside of school grounds. Walking from the other side of the street, the teen in a glue gakuran smirked to himself as he heard the fight getting more heated. "Was this the best they could do?" Momo comments before walking away, his hands stuffed in his pockets as he wonders what other sort of scheme they'll come up with. He wouldn't tell you now about what he came across, but it'll be brought up once you know them.
Exhausted, the group was left resting on the ground and supporting scratches and marks on their uniforms. Oni-Hige seemed satisfied with the discipline, grinning to himself and patting dust off of his clothing. "I'll see you back on campus on Monday," he said before cackling and walking away from the group. "I think.. I think that's it for me," Matsuo said weakly. "Oi..! Who said you can give up now..? This ain't over.." Togashi responded to him while forming another idea. This time, he'll bring the real brains of Otokojuku to make sure the next plan goes well.
One day, you decided to go somewhere instead of each other's homes. Walking out and breathing in the familiar scent of a lively atmosphere and Japan's prepossessing nature was something you wanted. You had brought up the idea and made the plan the day after, seeing it would come off as impolite to barge in and ask on the spot (to you at least). Besides, you believed he would have the same opinion as you did when it came to making your time together more unique. Following the way to his home, you wore a more formal fit to seem more pleasing towards his taste. Knocking on the shoji, you hear him walking over to welcome you in.
He slides the door open for you to see him in a Haori Hakama. After seeing him only in his school uniform, it left you surprised to see he had something else in his wardrobe. He didn't have his well-known headband strapped around his forehead as well. This new look had left you to fully indulge in his charming beauty, despite his usual messy black hair. Though, you could imagine him trying to comb it back before it puffed up again so it was excusable. Nonetheless, these sort of details left you blushing, embarrassed that you'd be so caught up by his appearance alone.
His eyebrows curved up as his mouth was slightly agape. "Oh? I didn't expect you to be here so early, is there something you need?" It was only until he came closer to your face and called for your name that you snapped out of your thoughts. You felt your face redden, embarrassed to be so engrossed in your thoughts that you didn't notice him. "(your name)?" "Yes! Sorry, I was thinking about something else," you blurted out as your embarrassment grew to how unaware he was about the gap between you two. He leans back and looks to the side.
You swear you could see a tad bit of red coating his cheeks, making you question if what you were seeing was real. A stoic teen like him blushing? It was unheard of, mythical even- by the way you exaggerated after interacting with him many times. "I see. I asked if you needed something." "Oh yeah! I was going to ask if you wanted to go to Meiji Jingu Gaien with me tomorrow! Since it's around Autumn, I wanted to show you how pretty the Ginkgo trees are." You felt your heart skip a beat when he shot his iconic smile towards you. That smile was common to see on him, but something warm formed in your stomach. Taking a closer look, you saw the way his mouth curved and the way he slightly tilted his head at you. "Of course, I wouldn't mind. What time?" As he answers your question, you follow up with the planned time stamp that leads to the other teen nodding.
What you both didn't know is that there was someone, or many people, hiding behind a street pole near Momotaro's home. "Fuckin' idiot. I knew he was bluffin', yet he still went along with it like we wouldn't find out,'' one of the figures commented as they held the binoculars. "Shut up! They can hear you if you keep being so damn loud," a different figure exclaimed at the other. "So when have you been concerned about volume, eh?! All I keep hearin' is bullshit comin' out of your mouth!" That was the last thing that was said until the two started to rumble. As they clashed, the smaller figure yoinked the fallen binoculars to continue spying on you and Momotaro. The little one grumbled, "I can't take them anywhere.." From their perspective, you continued to have small talk a tad bit more before waving to him, walking away from the area. You felt your chest pounding with excitement, feeling a smile grow wide across your face.
You waited by the station on a Sunday morning, wearing what you considered to be one of your best outfits. Regardless of the time and day, it was always going to be busy or cramped. You'd occasionally look to the side in case Momo arrived. All of the telephones were currently occupied or some of the telephones had a line so you held onto your hopes. It was until the train arrived till you saw a blur of Persian blue go across your field of vision and felt something grab your wrist. The sudden pull into the transport made you partially freak out, continuously trying to tear away from the unknown person's grasp. "Hey, it's me." You looked up to see Momo in his archetypal uniform.
Glancing away, you couldn't help but sigh in relief despite feeling your face burning at the realization. The two of you were now standing inside the train, attempting to stand close to the exit doors despite the crowds. Unintentional or not, you could still feel his hand wrapped around your wrist in a secured manner. "M-Momo... You're still holding onto me," you whispered to him. "..Sorry," he quietly responds before pulling away. He hesitated for a few seconds before reluctantly pulling away, leaving a warm spot on your arm. Whether it was or wasn't related to his size, his hands were fairly large to see and feel. The rough texture of his palm contrasted/matched with yours.
The railroad was far from new, having many bumps and minor dips in the ground, it was the only ride that wasn't already full and had the fastest way of getting there. When the train hit one of those bumps, you couldn't help but cling to the nearest thing close to you for support. Coincidentally, you grabbed Momo's uniform tightly and pulled yourself close to him. He looked at you with a surprised look, keeping his stoic image as his face reddened. He wasn't bothered by the unexpected grab for support as much as you'd believe to think. It made him wonder if this will be the day he'll confess.
Once the rocky section of the tracks was gone, your grip loosened and moved your arms away from Momo's character. "Oh- I'm sorry! I hope I didn't make you uncomfortable," you whispered in a concerned tone. "It's okay. It's not a problem." By the way, the lighting was in the train, shadows had painted over his face and made his facial structure unrecognizable. The unknown expression across his hidden face made you slowly turn away, not giving your patience in the hope the dim lighting gets better. You turn your focus from him to the window nearby and watch the trees, buildings, lights, and people blurred together like a watercolor painting. The environment kept your mind occupied to a point where you snapped out of your world by the familiar sound. The train slowly comes to a stop, leaving Momo to remind you by tapping on your shoulder. "We're here," is what you heard before being the few people to exit first.
By his presence alone, you knew he wouldn't have problems losing you to a crowd and went on your way to get over to the park. "Be sure to keep up," you exclaimed jokingly as you turned to glance at him. He smirked at you before responding, "Yeah sure, like I could be so distracted to lose you." He commented as you followed the directions from nearby maps to head over there. The park was coming into full view, hopefully not hoping the berries ruin the natural aroma of the delightful park.
Momo would view his surroundings, taking in the ambiance by creating a mental photo of the environment. He felt as though he'd reminisce about this moment until time ended. His prospect has been more philosophical and focused on the optimistic aspect. With this thought process, he believed this "hangout" was going to be one of his promising cerebrations. "What is your type in guys?" Momo questioned while you two were walking, Gingko trees were beautifully bright in their color. From what description you gave about the park didn't lie one bit. His question made you pause and turned to him. "W-Where did that come from?" Momo shrugged at your reply, "Thought it'd be nice to know." "Hm... I'd say, guys who are caring, clever, and aren't afraid to put others before them like you." Taking notes from your answer, he was left to feel his thoughts making up his conclusions. In particular, he felt tense up at the speculation that you meant him.
He couldn't deny it now; you were the first that came to mind for him. The way you'd greet him, the way you were so understanding and respectful, never did he feel as though a person could make him fall this hard. "Ooo, Momo, look at that!" Your voice brought him back to reality, looking at your open palm pointing towards one of the many views with more trees and roads. "C'mon! Let's get a closer view, I wanna take a seat by the shade," you proclaimed before grabbing his wrist and walking over. He felt his heart pounding against his chest, that same feeling he had before. You led him towards a bench, underneath a tree and hidden from the public view. You let go of his wrist when you both sat down.
He watched you relax against the bench, leaning back and glancing at the people from far away from doing their own thing. Your hand laid against the seat as he was close to yours. It was now or never, he'd rather get turned down than to live with "what if" sentences haunting him for the days to count.
"Hey (your name), I've been wanting to get something off of my chest." "Of course, what did you need to say?" On the surface, Momo had a blank expression with confidence hidden in his eyes- either hiding or being unable to experience panic about expressing and showing love. You glanced at the tree before looking at him trying to form a sentence, carefully watching the way his eyes shined. "... I like you, please go out with me."
His confession was so straightforward and bold, it left you astonished. Your gaze fell to his arm and trailed down to his hand, thinking of how to respond for a few minutes. "I shouldn't have said anything, thank you for bringing me out here." He turns and starts getting up to walk away, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Hey! Wait-" you scrambled up to get off of the bench and get to him. Placing your hand on his shoulder, Momo immediately turned to look at you dead in the eye. "I didn't mean to pause for that long, but at least let me finish." He sighed before turning his face towards you. You took a deep breath, moving your hand off of his shoulder. "I'd love to go out with you. I've been thinking about you and I didn't have the guts to tell you sooner.
Momo glanced around the area, making sure no one was around before scooping you up and hugging you. His arms wrapped around your back and pulled you close, embracing your form. You couldn't help but chuckle at his sudden affection and returned the hug. This was one of the most affectionate you've seen him. The both of you hugged each other for a while until he pulled away to look at you. "You have no idea how much I've been wanting to say that." "Really now? What made you so interested in me?" He only grinned at you and gently patted your back, "Many things." The two of you pulled away from each other to finish the rest of the day.
You both went around and explored, making comments about nature inside, and checking out the structures around the park until you both used the train to get back home. You couldn't help but feel a permanent smirk across your face after he confessed. Making sure there weren't any people around, you held his hand and let your fingers intertwine with his. The late afternoon colors gently painted the world and gave it the prettiest of warm colors. He was getting you back home safely before he returned to his and feeling you hold his hand made his heart skip a beat. You felt a gentle squeeze around your hand as if he wanted to continue showing you affection.
The both of you came to a stop at the front of your home and you went in front of him. "This is one of the best days I've ever experienced. I can't thank you enough for bringing me with you." Your thumb would gently rub circles against the back of his hand, knowing that he'd look down and watch you. "And I can't thank you enough for being with me. I'll see you next weekend, right?" "Yeah, I'll see you later." You pulled away from his grip and began walking inside your home. Turning around, you look at him to see him wave at you and walk away from your home. Forming a smile across your face, you enter with a burst of enjoyment. You couldn't help but be excited for next time.
Meanwhile, he stopped in his tracks to look at his hands. He slowly nervously held his hand, as if he was trying to reenact the way you held him. To say he was in awe would be an understatement. His fingers carefully tried to intertwine the same way you did, locking his hand together. It was until he tried to softly trace circles on his palmar side that he was enamored by a simple gesture. With you being his first, he was blown away.
Momotaro had a schedule assigned with you, being his significant other, it required a ton of patience and trust considering what kind of life he was leading. Due to said circumstances, he kept information about you private from his friends for your safety. (not aware that they were spying on him.) It didn't stop him from unconsciously smiling and occasionally having you plague his thoughts. He could imagine how much his group would freak out about you being right there with him, flesh and all. On a side note, he was somewhat relieved when you were attending a more safe, less strict school. He was thankful that there was a balance between your two's education.
When you two were both alone, he was able to release and spoil you with affection long due. He isn't the most passionate guy, but he's able to give you enough to satisfy your needs. The teen is very much foreign to the relationship side of things. Thankfully, you were there to help guide and assist him in some areas. Once he got used to the information, he would pull you into loving hugs, quick pecks on the cheek (considering how Japan's morals are with PDA), and other small gestures. These sorts of interactions would be more significant during the weekend at home, considering how hard-working and dedicated he is to "refining his manhood."
He laid on the hammock underneath the brilliant, delectable blossom trees. Petals delicately falling all around the school's campus with the prettiest shade of pink. It was possibly the only pure thing he's seen in this hell of so-called school grounds. One of their morning "stretches" was to do calf massages until the instructors were satisfied. Those who were falling behind or struggling would be disciplined. Not to mention the burning pain that included blow torches to keep up at a certain pace. He considered the calming area to be a break from the exercise. This sweet, elegant, hearty aroma with a dazzling scent of Sakura was the perfect place to read his volume. What better to indulge in an alluring environment than to relax and read a few pages.
Enthusiastic, he curves his attention towards the book in hand and opens it to the section he left off. He grew a soft smile across his face as he was immersed in the information inside the publication. Thinking to himself, he would occasionally point out the incorrect parts of the book and partially make fun of how poorly organized it was. From one of the textbooks from Otokojuku, he couldn't say he was shocked with the format.
During the first couple of minutes into reading, he picked up sudden noises coming from the left of him. Was it one of his instructors? Maybe it was Togashi or one of his other friends? He took a glance and couldn't spot any figure. It was until he proceeded with caution and took a glance to the right, spotting you holding a neatly wrapped box. At this time, Momotaro assumed it was around lunch hour. Did you come all the way here just to deliver homemade food for him? A well-cooked meal was so much more refreshing than the unpleasant food served at the cafeteria. Your effort into making him food wouldn't go to waste. The first time you snuck into the school, he was taken by slight surprise to find you here at school without getting caught by one of the teachers nor the principal. Though, he couldn't complain once he saw your bright expression beam towards him. "Hey," you exclaimed with a light-hearted tone. "Yo," Momo responded as he shut his book and laid it down. "You know what sort of trouble you'd get yourself tangled in if anyone found you here at an All Men's Private School?" He commented, the feeling of worry clouding around his words.
"It's not going to stop me from seeing you on the weekend of all places," you chuckled at the end. Your response caused him to sit up from his position, giving you all of his attention. Besides, it would be lazy of him to eat while laying down. Not to mention, it would be difficult to eat in that posture. His hand would reach out for your bag, signaling you to place it gently in his palm. You watch him pull out the neatly designed box and open it to see what you made him. What was contained in the smooth wooden container was filled with Chicken Katsu, Gyoza, Edamame, and more. Content washed over Momo's face as he examined each piece of food in the bento.
"You made all of this for me?" Momo questioned you as he returned his attention to you. "Just for a special occasion," you replied in a joking manner. He only let out a quiet 'hmph' and took the utensils from the bag, beginning to eat. The teen scoots over to allow you to sit with him since he didn't want you to be sitting on the grass. Watching his expression, you try reading what he was feeling and wondering what he thought about your cooking. "So, how is it," you ask him straightforwardly. Momo continued to eat until he finished his bite. "It's great. I enjoy every part of this meal you gave to me. Do you mind if you could make more of these?"
His response left you in a surprising state, amazed that he was to compliment your cooking artistry and asked for more. You couldn't help but smile warmly at him. "I'll be sure to keep that in mind." Once he finished every bit from the box, he neatly put it back into the crinkled bag. Unlike his indiscreet classmates, Momo didn't want to intentionally litter on school grounds. Any sort of rule-breaking could get him expelled or suffer punishment like Bunny Hop, but even he couldn't find any reason to disobey such easy rules. After all, what sort of loophole could he find in this one?
Before you could open your mouth, one of the instructors at Otokojuku caught a glimpse of you and began running at you. By rules alone, you would've been registered as a student for simply walking on school grounds. "HEYYY! WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!" The one who yelled at you across many feet away was not Oni-Hige, but Hikoubou. He sports a style that resembles close to a monk but with darker tones. Either there was no uniform for the faculty or they're wearing their preferred outfits when the principal isn't looking.
The school was the strangest you've ever come across.