Momo Ayase stormed up to the entrance of the building, her feet stomping with frustration, fists clenched at her sides. The glass door shimmered in front of her, locked, standing between her and where she needed to be. Her sharp eyes narrowed, and with a determined grunt, she pressed her forehead against the glass, hoping that somehow, this would will the door open.
Her nose made contact with the glass next, squishing uncomfortably as she shoved her face harder against the surface, the tip of her nose flattening and smearing upward into a pig-like snout. Her nostrils flared wide as she huffed angrily, her breath fogging up the glass. Each time she exhaled, the warm condensation made little clouds, quickly disappearing but leaving her more agitated with each breath.
She could feel her forehead mashing against the cool glass, the pressure pushing her skin upward in an exaggerated bulge. The sensation was cold and slightly uncomfortable, but her frustration was boiling over too much for her to care. She kept shoving, her cheeks flattening out against the door as her brow furrowed so hard it looked like her forehead would leave a permanent crease in the glass.
Her pig-like nose was now fully scrunched, practically smushed against her face, and her nostrils flared wider with each furious breath. She let out a low growl, her squished reflection staring back at her, distorted and ridiculous. Still, the door refused to budge.
Momo growled in frustration again, pushing her face even harder against the glass, as if that might somehow force the door to open. But instead, her feet began to slide, and before she realized what was happening, her entire body was slowly sliding down the glass. Her forehead dragged along the window, pulling her skin down in an awkward stretch. Her nose left a smear as it scraped downward, nostrils still flaring, now dragging a line of fog along with them.
It was a slow, pathetic descent, her face still mashed and squished as gravity took over. She tried to stay angry, but it was hard to look fierce when her face was so absurdly squashed, her pig-like nose leaving a little trail of condensation. She grumbled under her breath, her cheeks flushing with irritation, but her feet kept sliding until she reached the bottom of the glass door.
With a soft plop, Momo ended up sitting on her knees, her forehead and nose still lightly touching the glass. Her once fierce expression had given way to exhaustion, the day’s events finally catching up to her. She kept her nose pressed lazily against the glass, the pressure now more comforting than irritating.
Her breath puffed against the glass again, this time slower, more tired. Her eyelids grew heavy as she sat there, knees tucked under her, her nose still slightly flattened against the door. Her once-flared nostrils were now relaxed, gently twitching as she breathed in and out. Her body slumped, and before she could protest against her exhaustion, her eyes fluttered closed.
Drool slowly trickled from the corner of her mouth, sliding down the glass in a lazy trail. She sighed softly in her sleep, her face still pressed against the cool surface, oblivious to the wet streak she was leaving behind. Her body swayed slightly as she drifted into a deep, exhausted sleep, her pig-like nose now making tiny, cute snuffling noises against the glass as she slept peacefully.
The glass was smeared with her drool and the fog from her breath, but Momo didn’t care. She was too tired to be angry anymore, too sleepy to care about how ridiculous she looked. There she remained, on her knees, slumped against the door, nose squished, lips parted slightly, and snoring softly as she drooled a little more.
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