Character: Momo Yaoyorozu x reader
Order: drabble, fluff
Ingredients: Momo and you dance through your kitchen.
Addition: not prof read,
Pastry chef's notes: I have no clue what I wrote.😅
The smell of sweet pancakes buzzed into your nose, but you didn't care a bit. You had already lost yourself in her black eyes, and the world around you disappeared. There were only the two of you. You had your hands on her hips, and the two of you are surging through the kitchen. The old record player, which Momo had received from her parents for your wedding day, played old songs. The sun got reflected on the polished parquet, and the dust of your kitchen swirled up through your dance performance. Even the smell of the burnt pancakes didn't bother you anymore because the only thing you noticed was the wonderful woman in front of you, which drove you out of your mind
