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Momo had done a lot of thinking over the past month. Silent thoughts regarding who she was and who she had become in the span of six months and how to fall back into a routine of normalcy. Which was impossible. She had forgotten who she once was and it was horrifying. The sleepless nights spent thinking about moments that simply weren't there, how could she even spend time thinking about a past she did not remember? No thoughts about who she was yet she spent hours thinking about who she might've been.
It was weird. She had been forced to sort of settle into a routine she had familiarity with but was completely different. Everyday for as long as she could remember she'd wake up, brush her teeth, put on some makeup, do her hair, get dressed, and head to school. With the occasional difference being whether or not she ate breakfast at home or whether or not her friends would walk with her to class that day. Yet now she'd been forced to continue her routine and then meet up with a group of people she had no recollection of but knew what seemed like everything about her. It was weird.
Even hanging out with Jiji someone she'd known since childhood whose presence sort of comforted her was a strange feeling to her. When had he transferred over? and Why? He talked to her with a sense of purpose like if Momo knew what he was talking about. She noticed that he was a bit touchier with her than most but that was it.
It was two in the morning and Momo could not stop thinking about it. She turned her head away from the clock over her headboard and tried to close her eyes and wait for a sleep that wouldn't come. Maybe she'd ask one of her new friends for some sort of insight on... well... everything.
Momo opened her eyes again and grabbed her phone on her nightstand bringing it closer to her as she turned on her side. Her phone lit up.
"Shit that's bright." She immediately goes into her settings and turns down the brightness so she can see comfortably in the dark.
She scrolls absentmindedly on her phone unsure on what she wants to do at the moment. She opens her messages app and opens her group chat with Miko and Kei and sees what they'd been chatting about through out the day. Usually just random pop culture moments happening online and their thoughts on the matter. They'd mentioned to her that they were so happy she was a lot more active in their group chat than usual. Had she been inactive?
She had also been aware that she got a new phone over the course of what Kei refers as "the blank period".
She thinks she's funny.
Yet she was completely right, it was a blank period. Small things like that put it into perspective just how much life had stayed the same yet changed so drastically and the simple fact of her having a new phone had been such a surprise that a sense of anxiety lingered with it. Always.
She looked down at the different people she'd text. Vamola—god another thing to think about—. The sweet alien girl was always sending her messages on her little phone. It was a very simple phone nothing like the smartphone Momo carried but something as simple as a keyboard and internet for easy communication. She'd send Momo messages with a sort of broken sense of language but Momo got the gist of it. Last week Momo had sent her a heart emoji after Vamola had texted her which left Vamola wondering how she texted her a tiny picture. Momo had to explain to her how emojis worked and how Vamola's specific phone didn't use emojis but there were alternatives. Thus the emoticon heart, which the alien girl is now completely obsessed with and ends most of her sentences with a <3. It made Momo happy, at least she wasn't the only one who felt completely alienated. Pun intended.
As Momo continued to scroll down her message list she'd see the rest of the brief conversations she's had with her grandma, some class mates, and even that Shiratori girl who pissed her off from class 2-D.
Then she reached a contact whose messages she refused to open.
Okarun.
His specifically being the only one with an emoji next to his name also sent her mind into a frenzy. It was just an alien head yet it said so much. Momo had inferred they shared... something. She was unsure on how deep it went and it made the wires in her brain short circuit. Opening up their messages would be like unearthing Pandora's box and unleashing what could not be stuffed back in. That thought alone terrified her and yet every night for the past couple of weeks she'd stay up late and every week she opened her messages and see if she was ready to open it. She stared at the last message, reread the last message sent over and over again. Momo wasn't even sure who sent the last message but the text had been open already which means it had been read.
The last words sent were "I know".
Which one of them said that? Why did they say that? What were they talking about that required an understanding? So many questions that Momo would have the answer to if she just stopped being a little bitch and opened it.
God what if it was just something stupid?
God what if it was something she wasn't ready for?
"Just open it" Her mind repeated these words over and over again.
She couldn't. It was already two thirty in the morning which meant Momo had already wasted another thirty minutes overthinking text messages again.
The thought of finding out who Okarun was to her was terrifying. She didn't know anything about him and what he knew about her could be limitless. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to look him in the eye anymore and dammit that'd mean he'd win his stupid little game.
Stupid arrogant Okarun.
Momo knew very little about Okarun other than the fact that he was quiet yet confident in himself. A week ago she'd goaded him into admitting he had a crush on her and he completely blew her expectations out of the water and confessed his love for her and then risked his life battling a mummy and a group of aliens to keep her safe. A moment which definitely changed their current dynamic and at the same time coated it with the world's thickest tension. He had even made fun of her and teased her about wanting him so bad that it made her blush now thinking about it.
"Stupid idiot." She whispered to herself, ashamed that she'd let herself get flustered thinking about him for the umpteenth time today.
Which is why she couldn't open their messages. She was a coward and he wasn't. Okarun was kind and respectful and never brought up anything that might make Momo anxious or make her feel guilty about her memory loss and how much it hurt him. He'd expected nothing from her and she was grateful yet guilt continued to gnaw its way through her bones.
I mean should could try and make an effort into getting to know him better, she really enjoyed their museum date. Or whatever it was. He's really easy to talk to.
Momo locked the phone at her thoughts. She stared at the black screen for a couple of seconds before sighing. She rolled over to the middle of her bed, arms stretched out as she now stared at the ceiling fan.
"Open it" She thought to herself once again.
Just open it.
She turned once again to her side and grabbed her phone, turning it back on. Looking at the time. two forty three. At this point she knew she'd be tired in the morning, it was already past the point of no return. Where's the harm in staying up a couple more minutes?
She unlocked her phone and opened her messages, scrolling down until she reached his name with his dumb little emoji.
Momo wondered what the pros and cons of this situation would be. Pros would be that they barely chatted and things seemed relatively normal with maybe some flirtatious remarks or undertones. That'd be a pro right? Cons would probably be Momo professing her undying and unwavering love for him followed by his response of a nonchalant "I know".
Would she really be that pathetic? Momo has been completely unlucky with her choices in guys before.
Yet Okarun was completely different than any guy she's ever been with. He's a total geek who spends his free time reading up on cryptids and weird alien facts. Which made complete sense who knows what's real and what's fake in those little magazines he reads, at this point she believes in everything.
She's rambling again.
Think Momo! Think! Open the damn texts! Do it.
Do it. Do it. Do it.
Her eyes and fingers hovered over his name and she realized her heart was beating rather fast at the thought of him. She was sick.
She turned her phone back off. She let a minute pass by.
"Fuck this".
She turned her phone back on and clicked his name.
Momo could feel heat bloom across her face and she cursed herself for being this pathetic. Her eyes glanced at the words exchanged between them. Making sure to scroll her phone up so she wouldn't see what lead up to this last message just yet.
OKARUN: I know
So it was him who sent the last text. Her heart skipped a beat knowing that she had said something to make respond which these words.
She scrolled up.
MOMO: i wish i wasn't tiny anymore it takes me forever to text.
That's right, she had been tiny before she had her memories wiped. Her grandma had explained what had happened and how was stuck in a damn trunk and escaping it sealed her tiny fate. Momo had been tiny for about a couple of weeks and then came back an amnesiac. Jeez, putting it into perspective made her realize just how much she'd gone through.
Momo was also thankful that their last texts weren't her being all cringe and weird. She felt a wave of relief crash over her, it seems like their relationship was rather normal after all. This feeling brought forth a more courageous side out of Momo and she began to scroll up and read through more of their messages. Which seemed a bit sporadic in terms of dates. She assumed it was due to her tiny form. They'd usually send a couple of small texts here or there. Simple conversations that mostly had to do with theories on how to get her back to her normal body.
She kept scrolling up and saw herself sending him pictures of little funny cats and her typing out "you" which seemed silly and casual. He'd always respond to her messages pretty quick. This one earned her a "eye rolling" emoji. Momo smiled to herself feeling her blush deepen. Were they kinda dating? Was there an implied romance? Nothing seemed to jump out at her. They seemed to have a lot more often of a conversation here, she scrolled pretty far back already and so she came to the conclusion that she was normal sized at this time.
She continued to scroll up and reached another attachment which for some reason had to be downloaded to be seen. Momo clicked on the attachment and waited for whatever it was to appear.
While waiting she noticed what Okarun had typed back in response.
OKARUN: Call me.
Punctual and a bit urgent. She wondered what the picture was. She realized that meant they'd talk on the phone often which made her feel things. She looked back at the attachment which was just about to be finished downloading and—
Her heart and stomach had done literal flips. Actual real flips inside of her and before she realized it she threw her phone across her room. Sending it flying into her bookshelf. Rather loudly.
"Shit." She half whispered, she didn't want to wake up her grandma and—
Oh my god let's focus on what we just saw she thought to herself.
She jumped out of bed and dropped to the ground as she patted her hands on her carpet trying to find where she dropped her phone.
"Damn. Shit. Where is it?"
Momo felt around the carpet until she felt something hard and she grabbed it immediately recognizing the feel of her phone. She quickly jumped back into bed landing on her stomach and pulling up her comforter over her head as she unlocked her phone again.
No, she did not imagine what she saw. It was real and right there in front of her. In all its glory. Momo wasn't sure how much faster her heart could beat.
Her tits. On full display. Her goodies. Her boobies. She had sent Okarun a picture of her tits and he responded with "Call me."
She clicked the image and it took over the screen and she inspected just to make sure it was really her.
It was Momo in her bed at an angle, her face was barely in the photo and the only prominent feature from it were her lips. She had been slightly pouty with a soft glossy pink lip tint applied. From the Angle which was positioned above her head which meant she took the picture from a top view she could see her tits in full display. Her nipples were erect and her body was in a slight arch and completely seductive. The rest of her was covered by a pair of small panties she assumed were a thong. She looked... really fucking good.
She had sent a full nude nipples out to Okarun.
Was this the first time she's ever done this? Did he respond with a "call me" after to scold her and tell her that sending unsolicited nudes were gross and that he would rather they forget it ever happened. Had she really been that pathetic?
Momo had unearthed Pandora's Box and there was no going back. She scrolled up more and read some more messages leading up to this image.
MOMO: i wish you were here i want to feel you touching me
OKARUN: You have no idea what I'd do to if you'd let me. I want to have self control but when I look you...
Oh..
...
They were sexting. And Okarun was fully reciprocating this. Her and Okarun were sexting and Momo was sending nudes and he was fully aware and wanting.
She scrolled up some more. Another attachment she had sent him that needed to be downloaded. She clicked download. She waited.
Momo read what Okarun said in response and she felt a warmth spread through out her core.
OKARUN: Fuck me.
It felt like eons had passed before the image finally downloaded.
This was so much worse. So much fucking worse. Fucking hell this was downright filthy. Disgusting, filthy, lewd.
This picture had been taken from an angle near her head where just her lips were showing but this time her entire back and bare ass was showing. She was lying on her chest with her ass up in the air leaving little yet so much imagination to what was on the other side. The room was completely dark as Momo had checked that these pictures were sent in the middle of the night. The picture was taken with flash but obviously edited to bring the exposure of the image down to make it more moody. God was she actually taking her time to edit her fucking nudes and sending them to him!?
Momo couldn't believe what she was seeing yet it felt as if her blood had been replaced with molten lava and she was sweating under these damn covers and the air was definitely getting thicker and not just because she was cocooned. She continued to scroll up. More messages, more filth pouring out in longing for one another.
MOMO: tell me
OKARUN: I would do whatever you wanted me to do. I'd fuck you into the mattress if you wanted me to. I'd kiss and fuck your pussy for hours until all you could remember was my cock and my name. God you don't know what I'd do for you.
MOMO: fuuuuuuckkk did u turn? this was so fucking hot fuck please keep talking i'm
close
OKARUN: i don't know if i should be jealous of normal me or yokai me i can't tell which one you like more
MOMO: keeepp talkinggn close plz
OKARUN: how fucking wet are you right now? bet you're so fucking soaked fuck that's so fucking embarassing you're so dirty you're about to come just by me texting you? i bet your pussy looks so fucking good right now i'd stick my fingers in there and i bet you'd come so fast all for me i wouldn't even let you catch a break i'd just stick my cock in you and start fucking you until you couldn't see straight i'd love to see you beg for it i want to see you beg for my cock to fuck your pussy fuckkk momo god i want to be inside your pussy fuck mee
OKARUN: i bet you fucking came everywhere i bet you fucking squirted everywhere i know you did fuckkk please send me something please please please fuck let me come please
MOMO: DOWNLOAD ATTACHMENT
Momo clicks to download the image. It's of the mess she made. She did squirt. He knew she would.
OKARUN: more
OKARUN: please
It's the dark image of her with her ass up.
OKARUN: Fuck me.
She was back to the original texts she first saw ending with Okarun's ominous "Call me".
Did he finish over the phone with her? Just how often did they do this for him to be comfortable enough to call her?
Momo had to know. She went back up and started scrolling up passed these specifics sexts to see when they had sexted before these. It didn't take long because they had sexted the night before...
MOMO: you came so fast that's so cute all i did was send my tits
OKARUN: Ayase don't tease me. I came before you sent them.
This seems like the end. She scrolls up higher to see when it began.
MOMO: i can't sleeeep, i'm boreeeed are you up?
OKARUN: Hey
MOMO: i miss you a little or something idk
MOMO: text me back! don't leave me hanging! >:(
OKARUN: I'm sorry. I was trying to figure out what to say back.
MOMO: well when you use periods all the time it makes it sound so weird like u hate me or something do u hate me? u dont miss me?
OKARUN: No i'm sorry I didn't mean to come across like that.
OKARUN: Sorry I don't mean to sound a certain way with the periods. Of course I miss you... Why are you up so late?
MOMO: why are you up so late?
OKARUN: I don't know Can't sleep I guess
MOMO: hmmmmm
OKARUN: ?
MOMO: you are such a pervert
OKARUN: What!?
MOMO: i said u are such a pervert i know why ur up so late ur waiting to see what im going to send you ur so pathetic
OKARUN: You are so mean >.<
MOMO: oh im mean? okay.. well i was going to send u something fucking hot but since i'm so mean goodnight.
OKARUN: Wait no I didjt mean that wait I just said that you are so mean because you are teasing me
MOMO: hmmmmm
OKARUN: Please let me see.
MOMO: Eager are we? honestly I don't even think you deserve these right now. You've just proved to me that you're a pervert who waits around all day to see what lewd things i'll be sending you and then get mad when i call you out!
OKARUN: Im sorry. Please forgive me. I'll be better. Please.
MOMO: Are you touching yourself?
OKARUN: Do you want me to?
MOMO: Yes. I want you to touch yourself right now. I want you to come before I send you these pictures so you can wish you were good and wish you could've came to these pictures but now you have to use your imagination.
OKARUN: Please
MOMO: oh you wish you saw these pictures right now I know you'd be so fucking hard looking at them not that it takes that much anyways god i can already imagine what ur thinking about i know you wish you could stuff your fucking face into my pussy right now
MOMO: you wish you were here right now fucking me with ur fingers kissing my pussy until i was shaking in ur hands and you'd do it again and again and i'd bet you'd be so in love with my pussy that'd you'd forget all about your own cock.
Fucking hell.
OKARUN: call me
MOMO: u wish
OKARUN: close so close
MOMO: i want you to come all over yourself and make a fucking mess i want you to wish u were fucking me fuck i want to see ur face when you come it's so fucking hot i want u to come all over me fuck i'm so fucking wet
MOMO: DOWNLOAD ATTACHMENT
click
It's a picture of her tits and pink hard nipples.
MOMO: hmmmm
OKARUN: You are so fucking mean. So fucking hot.
MOMO: you came so fast that's so cute all i did was send my tits
OKARUN: Ayase don't tease me. I came before you sent them.
Momo is panting at this point, her heart is thumping wildly in her chest. Her mind is rattled and all over the place she can't even form a single coherent thought. She has never read things so sinfully filthy in her entire life and they were coming out of their mouths and they were directed towards each other. Just how serious and how deep was their relationship? How intimate have they been?
Did they?
She sat up in her bed and pulled the covers off of herself. At this point Momo had been sweating bullets and removing the blanket let in a rush of cool air that left her shivering covered in goosebumps.
Had they fucked? Surely she would've known? Right? Okarun would have told her if they'd had that serious of a relationship. I mean were they ever in a relationship? Or were they just dreaming about fucking each other for fun? When did this start? She had so many questions and little to no answers. She wouldn't dare approach Okarun about this she'd be too mortified knowing that she knew all of their dirty little secrets.
She paused for a moment.
He had these messages saved. He had these exact messages as well. What if he already thought she knew? She'd never be able to look him in the eyes after tonight.
Momo flops on to pillow face first and starts kicking and flailing around desperate not to scream out in embarrassment.
She needed to know. She needs to know what's going on between them. Has he really been keeping this to himself? Momo doesn't know whether she should feel grateful for the naivety she once carried or fuming because he had kept such private information hidden from her. Did he really think she'd never open their chat?
Momo doesn't know where or how she mustered up the courage to do what she did next but before she could fully process what she did it had already been done.
MOMO: Hey
A minute passes. Momo is chewing on her bottom lip and back under the blanket.
Another minute passes. She really is pathetic because obviously he'd be asleep at—she checks the time, three thirteen— Momo feels like she could explode with anxiety.
She actually almost does because he's typing.
OKARUN: Hey. Is everything okay?
Momo recalls their sexts. He really is a damn pervert.
MOMO: Why are you up so late?
Thirty seconds pass.
OKARUN: I could ask you the same.