the world has ceased to spin, and a single person hangs on the center of its axis. at least, that’s how it feels for momo, fleeing for her life and not thinking of much else besides run, i’ve gotta run from these crazy things! until the sight of a familiar face stops her instantly in her tracks. wait. she knows this person. she knows this person. one foot lifted and frozen mid-step, it’s like walking into a glass wall—bam, dumbstruck.
her older brother is dangling in midair and at the mercy of a black-clad stranger.
her body moves before her brain’s fully able to process the situation; bending down, she scoops up the nearest rock and hurls it at the aggressor ( because it’s gotta be that weird guy; there’s no other possible explanation because that’s onii-chan. ) there’s no hesitation whatsoever.
“let him goooo—!” the scream that rises from her throat is barely recognizable as her own, but momo doesn’t care as she sprints towards them with all the speed she can possibly muster.