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[Really, Jiro doesn't have any need to even ask for more; the hug's good enough! All the blushing is thanks to embarrassment - embarrassed that she felt like that in the first place, embarrassed that she acted on it, embarrassed that Momo had to sit her down and talk to her about it...

Though her jacks do perk up a bit on that remark. A happy sort of perk.]

... You do?
Do I give good hugs or something?

[Asked as if she has no idea why Momo would like being held by her, of course.]

Well. Yes? You do give good hugs.

[She doesn't really know how else to say this, so she's just going to continue with the blunt train.]

...And because it's you? I trust you, Jiro.

[In a lot of ways, ways that she wouldn't with anyone else.]

- Oh. I guess that makes sense.

[Her tone's wobbly and a little flustered, but it's clear she's smiling despite it.
A good kind of flustered.

That's followed by a notable pause, though, as she mulls over the first question that sprung to mind... but after that, in a small, almost bashful voice, she goes ahead and asks it anyway.]

Does that mean I... make you feel safe?

...yes? Of course.

[See, she'd have said that about any of her classmates except for maybe three, though. Jiro's more someone she trusts on an emotional level, and her only companions on that pedestal are Todoroki and Iida.]

I feel very safe when I'm with you.

[While she might mean her trust is on an emotional level, Jiro's sure not taking it that way. ... Maybe a little, but mostly not.
Because, well. It makes her feel tough. And cool. And all the things she wants to be.

So she's happily gonna tuck that away for now and pull Momo a little closer.]

Then I'll keep doing what I can to keep it up.
Sorry if all that messed it up any, though... I don't even know how to start getting rid of these Moonblessing instincts or whatever they are, you know?

It feels... creepy.

[A short pause, in thought.]

... Maybe next time my cycle rolls around, I could go stay with someone else until it's over.

[Momo chuckles and a bit of her skin shimmers...letting her hold up some tape.]

Honestly? It should be okay. Just try your best to ignore them.

If it comes down to it, I'll just tape your door closed with this. I think the best way to overcome instincts is to train them, though. And that means finding ways to blunt them and punish transgressions.

[Yeah, it is definitely some of her patented super tape.]

...And getting you all caught in tape is harmless.

[- Oh. Yo.
Jiro ends up pulling away a bit to see just what Momo's holding up, and she almost instantly looks flustered about it. Because yeah, isn't that stuff like...
Made for catching villains??

... And then Momo says what she does, getting her to lean back even more with her fins starting to frill out and everything. Momo, did you forget she startles easily...]

I'm sorry - what? You mean, like...

[Her jacks motion a little, like that'll actually finish her sentence for her somehow.
But when she goes to continue, her voice is a little small and a little wobbly.]

... Like, tape me up?

[Ah, there's the reaction she had hoped for. Jiro's so cute when she's like this, but Momo is completely and totally serious. If it comes down to it...]

If absolutely necessary? Yes.

[She isn't always sunshine and rainbows, remember? She's a tactician and a strategist as well. And if Jiro needs to be punished, then that's something she can absolutely do.]

I trust you'll be able to curb your impulses, now that we're expecting them, though. Don't you?

[...Is that a threat?]

I - yes?

[Everything in her brain is taking all of this and booking it, of course; is Momo really suggesting she'd punish her??
And with the tape, too, that's so...

Well obviously it's kind of hot, but it's actually kind of scary, too. Momo is absolutely, 100% capable of it, after all. It's not just some empty threat.
But man - why does she have to be such a scaredy cat...?

She ends up letting go wholesale, reaching up to hold onto and tug at her jacks like they're the drawstrings of a hoodie.]

- I mean... yeah. Of course. I'll... work harder on keeping myself in check...

[Momo shifts herself and this time it's her turn to pull Jiro into a hug. A big, bright, pleased one. Just to show she's not mad or anything.

And maybe for something more.]

I have absolute faith in you and your ability to beat this, Jiro. You know that, right?

[That is again, no exaggeration. Just like her threat.]

[Jiro sort of lets herself be pulled into that hug - or falls into it, really, with her hands still holding onto her jacks - and while her expression is still upturned, worried, and wavering... her tail does wrap a bit tighter around Momo, like it's returning the hug where Jiro isn't.]

It's probably gonna be a lot more difficult than you're imagining... [Said with a sigh. Why's it all gotta be so difficult??]

... But I'll try for you, Yaomomo.

I know you can.

[And, perhaps to make sure that Jiro's aware she believes her...and maybe just because she wants to...Momo pecks her on the cheek.]

I have faith.

[Every little part of her lifts with that little kiss. Her tail perks, her jacks perk, her shoulders jump a little...
She's clearly not used to it yet. At least, not from Momo.]

Right. I won't... I won't disappoint you, Yaomomo.

[Maybe a little serious of a response to something like that? But look.
The idea of actually, like, failing to live up to Momo's expectations... it's kinda scarier than Momo's threat of taping her up. At least, in her eyes.]

[Disappointing the people you care about is a powerful motivator, certainly.

Momo pulls back and smiles, pleased with the statement, though!]

I'm glad.

[Reaching to her device...]

So, what do we want to order?

[Food was promised. And her stomach is quietly rumbling.]

[Momo may pull back, but Jiro certainly doesn't. ... Though she at least shifts so Momo can have both of her arms again.
And she seems to take a second thinking on that, before giving Momo a shrug.]

... I'm okay with anything. Order whatever you want.
Besides, you're the one without any food around here anyway, right?

[So clearly she's the one who should pick. Makes sense in Jiro's mind!]

Well, I want to share whatever it is with you.

[But you know, she's going to order something junkfood-y anyway.

Sort of. It is Momo, and her definition of junk is different.]

There's a place that does some approximation of stir fry. Want yours without octopus, or with?

Uh...

[She takes a second, looking down in thought - and then looking at herself in thought, and looking at her fins in thought, and looking at her tail in thought.]

... I think I should avoid fish for now. Maybe?
It might get stuck in my teeth like this, anyway.

Okay, chicken for you then. Octopus for me.

[That sounds like a reasonable solution, to her.

She's not going to apologize for eating something she likes because Jiro happens to be a wholly unrelated species that shares the same biome.]

[Hey, that's fair. Jiro wouldn't ask her to stop eating stuff she likes even if it were something like snake or koi.
She's just not gonna partake, herself. It's probably fine.

She also still hasn't let go of Momo, either, though her hug's more around Momo's stomach after she'd shifted to give her back her arms.]

Wouldn't you want something heavier, though? You know - for your Quirk?
Or is octopus fattier than I thought...

Well...I'm going to order a lot of it.

[Jiro, do not judge her.]

Also, rice, and probably a chicken stir fry for me too. Whatever's left over can be leftovers until the moon calms down.

[And she can leave, and eat, in peace!]

[There is zero judgment happening here!! She just wants to make sure Momo's Quirk is accounted for, okay, she cares about her...
That, though, gets a little nod!]

That sounds good to me. Fortunately, it'll only be a couple of days... sorry that you've gotta put up with all this until then.

[She can't help thinking it must be difficult. Even though, in this case, she's the difficulty.]

I'll deal.

[She will, and after tapping out her order on the keypad, she leans back into Jiro, snuggling in close.]

There are worse fates than being stuck with my best friend for a few days.

[Jiro is more than happy to collect Momo right up, pulling her close and bringing one of her arms up just so she can wrap a hand around the back of her head.
It's a very cozy sort of hold.

... Yet, she ends up heaving out something of a sigh despite it.]

Yeah, I guess... but it'd probably be nicer getting stuck with your normal best friend who doesn't pull this kinda crap in the first place.

[Even if she can't help it - and still feels it! - it still sucks.]

It would be nicer, yes, but we can't change what going on, can we?

[She doesn't think that fighting it is going to do either of them any good, realistically. Instincts are instincts, and she'd rather not get into a real fight with Jiro over something trivial.]

Unless you know something I don't.

[Jiro's quiet for a moment, as if she's actually trying to think if she does know something Momo doesn't...
But ends up shrugging.]

Mmm. I've actually been trying to think of how to deal with it all day... but short of everything we've already thought of, I've got nothing.
I've even tried going through all my ambient stuff... not even space rock helped me chill out.

By the time you were getting ready to head out, I was starting to think about taking a cold bath since the cold makes it harder for me to move and knocks me out...

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