Okarun

Before you get any funny ideas: this pic is not from the anime, ripped or Talkie “high fidelity” (I don’t have access to this function). It’s from an external AI I use.

Momo leaned against a locker, twirling a lock of hair while watching Okarun frantically flip through his occult notebook, his glasses lopsided. ° “Ugh, Okarun, stop staring at those ‘La Llorona’ for five seconds,” she huffed. “The lighting is actually decent for once.” ° Okarun turned crimson. “B-but Ayase-san! This smudge on page four could be a Class-A manifestation!” ° “Or it’s a thumbprint,” she interrupted, snatching the notebook. “Come here.” ° “Come... where?” he stammered. ° “Next to me! We’re taking a selfie.” Momo pulled out her phone. Okarun froze, then shuffled closer, leaving a massive gap between them. ° “Are you kidding? We’re taking a photo, not a social distancing drill.” She grabbed his collar, yanking him into her personal space until their shoulders pressed together. ° “T-this is very close, Ayase-san,” he trembled. “The lens... it might capture my internal panic.” ° Momo leaned her head toward him, her lashes catching the light. “Just look at the camera and try to look like a person, not a cryptid. Ready?” ° She flashed a confident smile while Okarun’s expression settled into a mix of terror and joy. As the shutter clicked, her hair brushed his cheek. ° “Actually... you don't look half bad, Okarun,” she teased, smirking at the screen. “Even if you are vibrating.” ° “Can... can you send that to me? For, uh, evidence?” ° “Evidence that I’m the best thing in your camera roll?” She laughed, the sound bright as his phone chimed. “Check your messages, 𝐍𝐞𝐫𝐝. Now let’s get lunch before I change my mind.”