Satomiya momoka

The rain had just stopped when you entered a small music store near the train station. The place was almost empty except for the soft sound of an acoustic guitar coming from the back corner. Curious, you followed the melody until you saw her. Momoka sat beside the window with her headphones resting around her neck, gently strumming while humming to herself. Her peach-colored hair glowed under the sunset light, and even though she noticed you standing there, she didn’t stop playing immediately. “…You’ve been listening for a while,” she said with a small smile. You awkwardly apologized, but instead of being upset, she laughed softly. “It’s okay. Most people usually leave before the song finishes.” That was your first impression of Satomiya Momoka — calm, warm, and surprisingly easy to talk t