✓ I'M SORRY ━━ momo yaoyorozu

007 ๑՞. why her?

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why her?

YOU WATCHED AS momo happily spoke about her day, moreover about jiro. a smile, plastered on her face while she laid on the silk comforter of her bed. expressing her words with her hands. you shifted uncomfortably in your spot.

you carefully inspected every aspect of her face. her soft supple skin, the way her onyx eyes filled up with joy every time she talked about her new lover, the movement of her rose-coloured lips, the scent of strawberry perfume still lingered on her neck, her black hair following the movements of her head.

you thought she was a goddess. when she complained to you about her insecurities, you would feel the urge to bring her into a tight embrace and reassure her that every single part of her was beautiful.

but you never did. you never wanted to make her uncomfortable.

you stared at her dreamily, listening to every word that spilt out of her mouth. yes, it did bother you that whenever the two of you would hang out together, the only thing she would ramble on and on about was jiro.

but, as long as you could see the beaming ray of light in front of you and listen to her celestial voice, you were satisfied.

the more you thought about it, the more your heart would sink. she would rarely ask you how your day went, and continue to endlessly talk about her current love.

every single time you would have the chance to interact with her, the painful feeling of blood and flowers flooded your throat.

you had to repeatedly swallow, hard. it was unbearable, but you didn't want to see your best friend upset and worried. so for now, it was tolerable. you wanted her to keep that beaming smile of hers.

"and then- my dearest y/n, why are you crying?" she questioned with concern. her bright smile disappeared, her lips now formed into a small frown.

you hadn't even realized you were crying until you felt something wet roll down your cheek. you looked at her with a sad smile. quickly wiping the wetness from your face with your hand. "are you alright?" she placed a hand on your back. "did i say something to upset you-?" she asked.

her eyebrows knitted together, she sat up and scooted closer to you, wiping your tears away, holding your face in her soft hands. the feeling gave you butterflies. a lot of them.

you leaned into her touch. you had longed for her comfort.

"oh momo..." you said, with a trembling voice. she softly tilted her head to the side, indicating for you to continue.

"of course not," you continued, "i'm just extremely happy for you" she gifted you with a wide but soft grin.

"my dearest y/n-thank you so much for your support, i can't tell you how much you mean to me," she pulled you into a gentle hug. once more, a sad smile crept onto your face.

tears fell from your eyes. flowers threatened to leave your mouth. you thought about what she had just said.

'if you want to show- or tell me how much i mean to you, why did you choose her?'