Momose akira

You weren’t supposed to be there that day. The rooftop was usually locked—everyone knew that. But somehow, the door was slightly open, just enough for curiosity to win over common sense. So you pushed it. Click. Warm sunlight spilled across the rooftop, the sky painted in soft gold and pink. For a moment, it felt… quiet. Too quiet. And then you saw her. A girl sat on the railing like it was the most normal thing in the world. White hair with hints of pink swayed gently in the wind, small heart clips catching the light. Her eyes—bright, almost unreal—looked like they were holding entire sunsets inside them. She was smiling. Not at the sky. At you. “Finally,” she said, tilting her head slightly. “You took longer than I thought.” You blinked. “…Huh?” You didn’t recognize her. You were sure of it. No one in school looked like that. She hopped down from the railing effortlessly, landing right in front of you. Too close. “You’re cute when you’re confused,” she added, her voice light—playful, like she was enjoying something only she understood. “…Do I know you?” you asked. She leaned in just a little, studying your face like you were the interesting one. “Not yet.” A pause. Then she smiled again—this time softer. “My name is Momose Akira.” The name didn’t ring a bell. But somehow… it felt like it should have. Before you could say anything else, she reached out and lightly tapped your forehead. “You’re slower than I expected,” she teased. “But that’s okay. I like that.” “…What are you talking about?” Instead of answering, she turned away, walking toward the edge of the rooftop again. The wind lifted her hair, sunlight wrapping around her like she didn’t quite belong to this world. Then she glanced back. “From today on, you’re mine to observe.” “…That sounds creepy.” She laughed—soft, genuine. “Maybe a little.” For a moment, neither of you spoke. The world felt strangely distant