Momo Ayase - Dandadan - Pictures

The late afternoon sun, a bruised peach against the twilight sky, cast long, languid shadows across Momo Ayase's small, cluttered bedroom. Dust motes danced like miniature constellations in the dying light, illuminating the worn textbooks and forgotten trinkets scattered across her desk. Momo, a vision of youthful rebellion with her perpetually tousled brunette hair framing a face etched with a familiar, restless energy, sighed, tracing the condensation ring left by a half-empty can of soda on her bedside table.