[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Sleep was something Jun caught in the smallest of windows. She was stretching herself thin, to the point where it was becoming unhealthy. So much so that she had paused a lot of her model building and devoted a lot of time to studying and training. There was work and the internship, too, but it was coming to a point where she needed to take a break from one of them. Today was one such day where her body said, "Enough is enough." She had sat down in the lounge in her dorm, opened a law book, and after three words she had relaxed enough that she passed out. Book in lap, head lopped onto the back of the couch, mouth wide open and the most horrendous of snores escaping her throat. Normally this would be bad news as she had a mile to run later that evening and boxing drills, but this was one such occasion that she could afford to break from these tasks. Aimoto Momo

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[Aimoto Momo]

AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

Some people ran off of sleep. Others, sugar. Momo was fueled by both. Her vast wellspring of energy was often infectious, but sometimes, to certain people, it was just obnoxious. Those people tended to be the ones that wanted or needed quiet. Like someone taking a nap. Especially if said nap happened to be in a semi-public space.

Momo shimmied and shook her way into the lounge. Earbuds snug in her ears were obvious to anyone with their eyes open, but even the unconscious would know what she was listening to since Momo was belting out each and every word of the song at the top of her voice. Which, while pleasant and on-key, was loud and set to music only she could hear.

“I’M WALKING ON SUNSHINE~! WHOAAA~!”

Conveniently, Momo could speak English if it happened to be the lyrics of the song she was singing. How lucky! :)

Notes & Tags: junsuina | Outfit

[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... There was nothing in Jun's mind that could possibly factor this in. So her brain tried to factor it in the best it could. In the dream that she had sunk into, she was planning some kind of military raid with...someone. It was difficult to tell who, probably had something to do with something she watched recently. This new stimuli, however, went from a planning session to a block party. It was a lot to take in and to process, so much so that her psyche rattled around inside her head just enough to shake her away. At the very least, it wasn't like some nightmares she had. Reaching up to wipe her face, she found her train of thought unable to right itself due to the constant belting of music. Music that she couldn't understand, at that. Setting her textbook aside, she stood up and began to approach Momo. She seemed familiar, but she couldn't place the face right away. There were no headphones, and with as surgical precision as she could muster she'd reach out to yoink one of the earbuds out of Momo's ear (that didn't involve her touching the other girl). "Excuse me! Do you mind? I'm trying to study!" Which...was a half truth. Jun didn't mean to doze off, but it happened. Still, she needed to get back to studying as soon as possible, and she wasn't going to be able to do so with this constant singing. Aimoto Momo

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[Aimoto Momo]

AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

Momo had closed her eyes to vibe to a particularly good part of the song. Full on jazz hands moment. So she never saw Jun coming. The earbud popped out easily enough. The other one still blasted the song through her opposite ear, but now music could be heard in tinny echoes through the piece Jun had dislodged. Its upbeat melody clashed with the tension of the situation created by Jun’s outburst.

People rarely if ever yelled at Momo and Momo rarely if ever inconvenienced or disturbed other people. Not actively at least. She didn’t like being in or causing trouble. And it showed. Her big blue eyes welled up with tears. Her lip quivered. Her nose sniffled.

“I’m so sorry, Junsuina-san!”

That’s right. Momo was good at remembering one thing besides dance moves and the best snacks—names and faces. Then again, it was hard to forget a face you accidentally threw whipped cream on. Or one that was always so grumpy looking. It seemed like Momo was never destined to meet Jun under good circumstances. Which was the real kicker for Momo. She was always lucky. So why didn’t that luck extend to her encounters with Jun?

Notes & Tags: junsuina

[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun paused, looking at Momo as she attempted to place her face. She was familiar, but at the same time...she couldn't tell. Either way, the waterworks were something she didn't have the capacity to deal with, and she didn't mean to come off as harsh. Letting out a sigh, she held the earbud out for her, getting a strange sense of deja vu as she did so. "It's fine, I forgive you. Just...try to keep it down, alright? There's nothing wrong with listening to music or dancing or even singing along, but there might be people trying to cram for finals and all that." Maybe it would be a good idea for Jun to pack up and go somewhere else, someplace where she knew it would be quieter. Maybe her dorm? Ana might be respectful enough to be quiet and let her study...either that or be super nosy and quiz her on science. Of course, nothing was going to go anywhere until Momo took her earbud back. She was also making an effort not to touch Momo, not wanting to set off another panic attack. As long as she didn't surprise hug her or something like that, things could deescalate from there... Aimoto Momo

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[Aimoto Momo]

AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

“I’ll be more considerate next time! Promise! Pinky promise even!”

Momo should have felt relieved. Jun had forgiven her. Not in so many words, but, “It’s fine,” was practically code for all is forgiven and we’re best friends now! At least it was in Momo’s head. But Momo didn’t feel any sort of better about the situation. How could she when Jun looked just awful.

Like really, really, bad.

Exhausted. Frustrated. Unkempt.

Of course, Momo would never say those things! But she did think them. In smaller versions of the words though.

Tired. Salty. Messy.

Momo felt that way when she had tests too. It must be hard being an upperclassman, she thought. I should help her out! But Momo wasn’t the big brain type. Plus, she was in another year altogether. Their classes were completely different. So Momo opted to do what her mom did to make her feel better when nothing else could be done.

She hugged Jun.

Or tried to. It started out as reaching for the earbud—the idea didn’t occur to Momo until the middle point of taking it back. By then, she was already past the guard at being out of arm’s reach. “If you’re that stressed though and need a little sunshine, you can borrow some of mine!” Momo had plenty to spare. But Momo forgot that some people didn’t handle the sun’s brilliance so well. Sometimes people got burned.

Notes & Tags: junsuina

[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... By the time Jun realized what was happening, it was too late. Her body tensed, her pupils dilated, and adrenaline pumped through her body as her fight-or-flight response tripped. Initially she tried to squirm her way out, attempting to maintain some level of control over herself as she started to mutter, "Notouchnotouchnotouchnotouch," over and over again, only to find that Momo's grip was too secure for her to slip out of it. The mantra only began to grow in volume as she dropped the earbud, putting a hand on Momo's waist to keep her in place as she tried to pull back only to find herself beginning to loose focus. Panic began to take hold, and with a resounding, "NO TOUCH!" her body acted on its own, lifting Momo up with the intent to fling her behind her only to lose her own footing, slipping and falling backwards. For a solid few seconds she blacked out, her brain hitting the off switch momentarily to try and reset the signals coming from her brain. When the picture came back into focus she found herself on top of Momo, and with some level of control of her actions she moved off of her, a short yelp as she shook, trying to take measure of what exactly had happened. Aimoto Momo

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[Aimoto Momo]

AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

Jun was so quiet at first that Momo thought the other girl was trying to whisper something to her. Naturally, Momo leaned more into the hug. All the better to hear Jun, of course. Momo was nothing if not helpful. Imagine her surprise when she realized what the content of those mutterings were by the time they became a scream that pierced deep into Momo’s ears—as the last thing she might ever hear.

For Jun, the punctuation for finding her voice came as a sickening crunch. Momo was small. Floors were hard. Table corners were sharp.

Gravity was unforgiving.

A series of coincidental factors. Each on their own an endurable encounter. Harmless to some, in fact. But Momo was as frail as she was small. As a relatively new freshman, she had yet to be hardened into granite musculature through the trials and tribulations on the path through UAU. Her body wasn’t meant to be tossed around and into the environment. It wasn’t meant to fold in on itself so that her left arm and neck bent out at seemingly weird angles. Sometimes thing that were never meant to be still happened though. Such was the case with Momo as she lay crumpled on the floor oozing blood from a gash on her head where she had caught the table on the way down.

Silent.

Unmoving.

D…

Notes & Tags: junsuina

[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Dead. It was the first word that sprang to Jun's head. She crawled back, looking at Momo's body as her eyes went wide, her vision tunneling. Dead. And it's all your fault. Your fault. Your fault. Jun brought her hands up, a groan escaping her as she looked at them. She panicked; she always did whenever someone touched her. It was a by-product of the island, but it was something she didn't pay any mind. She had a goal, a plan. She had work to do, to catch up to other people that had set their mind to this life before they left middle school. This...she didn't want this. Never wanted this. Your fault! Jun doubled over, heaving as a small amount of bile collected in the back of her throat. "What have I done?" she croaked, tears running down her face. She was always worried she might accidentally kill someone, but this...not like this. Never like this. This wasn't even the result of her quirk, but of a trigger of her trauma against someone who was only trying to help. Someone who thought that Jun needed comfort. And what did she get for her good deed? Your fault!!! Confirm the body. Instead of standing by and doing nothing, you're taking an active role in your murder now. You blacked out. You were in a panic. Unless she landed directly on her head, it's not possible she's done. I let the worst in me take over. I let the part of me I refuse to confront do the thing I'm scared of most. There's a gash on her head, it's possible the table took the brunt of the impact. Check for a pulse. Jun swallowed, the bitter substance burning the back of her throat as she crawled forward. She avoided touching any other part of Momo, her breath coming in short bursts as she tentatively reached out for Momo's throat, pressing two fingers against the side... Warmth; initially Jun didn't feel anything, but pressing a little harder she felt it. Life. And then the sensation came again, and again. There was a pulse. And if there was a pulse... She stuck her fingers under Momo's nose, and after a moment registered the girl's breath. Jun let out a moan, flopping on her side as her heart continued to beat furiously in her chest. Alive! She's alive! Oh my gosh, I'm not a murderer! She took a few steadying breaths, hand quivering as she forced herself into a kneeling position, looking over Momo. I...I still did serious damage. I don't know if I broke her neck, but I should treat her that way just in case. And her arm...that doesn't look right. But I have no good way to make a splint. She got up, moving around to adjust Momo's head so that her neck was straight. Nothing seemed off...but they said the same thing about internal bleeding. She had to get her to the nurse's office, and fast. She held out her hand, quartz glowing before it snapped out of existence, causing Jun to recoil. Focus! We have no good way to get her to the nurse, we need a shield. Center yourself...brightest day, blackest night... Jun grit her teeth, taking a breath and finding that compassion deep inside her. It was...muddled to say the least. It would take her a solid minute or so to draw enough of the emotion out to create a shield for Momo to lay on. But she managed to make it. Hovering it so she could get her to the nurse, she'd begin to move out as quickly as possible... Aimoto Momo

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[Aimoto Momo]

AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

Two Days Later:

Momo was lucky.

She had always said that because she had always been told that. Even now, only moments after waking up from a two-day coma, Momo parroted the belief to anyone that stopped by her room. Which at this point has just been UAU’s medical staff to check her vitals and explain, in part, what had happened. The details were lacking and the pounding headache Momo had made it hard to hold onto them regardless.

One thing did manage to stick though. A nurse bustled in to clean and re-bandage the wound on the left side of Momo’s head—the same side that sported a cast over her arm. “You have a visitor when we’re done with this.” Momo’s eyes got wide with excitement. Then she winced. Bruising had spread down over her face from where she had taken the brunt of the table impact on her head.

“A visitor?!”

Part of Momo hoped it was her mom. She hadn’t seen her in a while, but two days was a short time to be notified, arrange a flight from across the world, and take said flight. So that was unlikely. Maybe it was Zipper. Her roommate would have been one of the first to notice Momo’s absence. There were others though that the living embodiment of sunshine brightened the days of that might find the lack of her presence more noticeable than others.

“Who is it?!”

“You’ll see,” the nurse said as she finished up the task at hand. The scraps of bandages and used alcohol pads were collected then the woman disappeared. Momo was left alone with her thought(s). Though not for long.

Notes & Tags: junsuina

[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Two days was a long time, especially if someone caved into their worries and anxieties at the drop of a hat. Jun would train, but her actions only reminded her what she did, she tried to study but she found the events being played over and over in her head, and she couldn't throw her mind into model building and so took those days off just so she didn't mess something up. After all her worrying she figured she'd try and explain herself to Momo. When she entered the room she was an absolute wreck. Bags under her eyes, disheveled, and generally not in a good headspace. She gave an awkward wave, clearing her throat. "H-hey, Momo..." In the aftermath, she learned who the girl was, and everything clicked into place. She didn't know how exactly to make up for her actions, so she held up a bag. "I, uh. I didn't know what you liked, so I got you some cookies..." It was taking a lot to not break down and beg for forgiveness right here and there, but she knew if she just started groveling things might not turn out the best. "How. How are you feeing?" Aimoto Momo

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[Aimoto Momo]

AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

“...Junsuina-san?!”

Momo gasped. She winced again. Then she took a deep inhale in preparation to confront the woman that had come to see her.

“HI, JUNSUINA-SAN!”

She remembered nothing of Jun’s involvement in her current predicament. “I haven’t see you in a while! It’s so nice of you to come see me! And you brought me cookies too?!?! That’s so sweet!” Momo was on the verge of tears from the kind gesture. And also because yelling and talking a lot hurt from how much it made her face move. She may or may not have also been practically bouncing in place despite being seated and confined to a bed. Not the best activity post-coma or with a broken arm.

Momo made grabby hand motions with her good hand toward the cookies. Then she paused and tilted her head to the uninjured side. Her bruised face contemplative as if she realized something.

“I’m okay! This is totally nothing, so don’t worry about it! But how are you? You look like you don’t feel well… So we can share the cookies! Sugar helps everything!”

Notes & Tags: junsuina

[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Okay, this was weird. Well, not the shouting part, she expected that, but...she was happy? To see Jun, too. The silent treatment was something that was expected to, but not this. Wait, did she say it had been a while? "D-don't strain yourself because of me," she says, wincing a little at those words. "Uh, we don't have to share. I'm not all that hungry right now, anyways. I wanted to see how you were doing, since..." I nearly broke you in half. "The...accident and all that." It felt weird. It was almost like Momo saw them as friends that went way back, but...wait, was Jun lying? Not exactly, it was an accident that this all happened. She was off balance, she need to stabilize the boat before moving forward. "Sugar won't help much. I've gotten like...three hours of sleep? Or something like that?" A pause. She really didn't want to talk about her problems, or her worries. "What do you remember happening? That uh. Did all this?" She says, pulling the box of cookies out and handing it to her. "Also, if it hurts you shouldn't be moving around as much..." Aimoto Momo

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[Aimoto Momo]

AIMOTO MOMO

THE RED GIRL

“Sugar definitely helps with not getting enough sleep!”

Momo had pulled several all-nighters studying and trying to get her grades up high enough to get accepted into UAU. Not to mention the late nights hanging out with friends or recitals and performances followed by early morning dance practices. Sugar kept her going. It also made her crash hard later in the day, but she was choosing to ignore that! Just like how she was ignoring Jun’s claim that she should stop moving.

She took the box from Jun, balancing it on the palm of her one good hand. Then she set it on her lap and popped the lid off. Despite Jun’s earlier protests, Momo reached in, grabbed a cookie, and offered it to the other student.

“You eat this while I answer you? Deal? Deal!”

Momo would wait until Jun at least took the cookie from her. Whether or not she actually ate it was a different matter, but Momo had already moved onto fulfilling her end of the deal she had made all on her own. Though she was doing so through a mouth full of cookie.

“Um! I don’t really remember anything since before last week! The nurse said something about mercury being gatorade or something because of the bonk on the head! So my short term memory is real bad…”

She looked like she was about to cry again.

“Think about all the studying I did for no reason this week!”

Notes & Tags: junsuina | She means she has short-term retrograde amnesia.

[junsuina]

[attr="class","bmsk"] in blackest night... Jun hesitated for a moment, but reluctantly took the cookie. She made sure to not touch Momo, and not linger as to prevent a repeat. She was high strung as it was, and the last thing either of them needed was an incident in the nurses office. Truthfully, Jun had done various different things to help with fatigue. Different teas, mountains of coffee, and the forbidden energy drink. Each one had varying degrees of success, but if there is one thing she remembered was the energy drink. Turns out suspending that much sugar within a solution chalk full of vitamins, preservatives, and other chemicals that Jun knew little about was not good for your health. That in particular seemed to aversely affect her quirk. "Mercury being...gatorade?" Jun sounded that out slowly. She was more familiar with the phrase, "Mercury being in retrograde", but that was astrology which was even more laughable than Christianity. And that couldn't be applied here...but maybe there was something there if it was related to the bump on her head? "Amnesia?" she asked, the more logical part of her brain taking over. That would make more sense...especially if she had no memories of the...past...week. Her face turned pale as she found a seat, looking down. It could be worse, but Momo didn't even know that Jun was the one that did this to her in the first place. Her stomach churned, and she felt a little sick. "S-study?" she says, looking up. "Y-yeah, I can see that being...frustrating. H-how, how about I uh. Try to help you with whatever upcoming tests you have? We can make a day of it!" She was trying to put on a brave face, but in reality she felt like she was digging a deeper hole. She needed to know what happened, right? But...the girl also sounded like she was struggling...and with her arm out of commission, obviously she was going to be stressed with other things. Or maybe Jun was overthinking it. Which was more likely. Aimoto Momo

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