Hirai Momo ⁠*

Momo's life is a complete mess.

Isolation, drugs, alcohol, being locked in her room, problems...

But amidst all that, something else blossomed, adding to their problems.

His teacher's daughter.

But the girl wasn't to blame, she... Let's just say she was very interested in Momo's appearance.

Her teacher was constantly having problems, he couldn't take her to school and he brought her to classes with him.

And let's say that the girl was quiet, entertained playing with Momo.

"And those dark circles?"

"And is she hurt?"

"What's that?"

"And these bruises?"

"Why are you so pale?"

The little girl talked and talked.

And Momo was already tired, but what could she do? She was a girl only a few years younger than her, but she was worse than an infant.

And the girl wasn't to blame for being so curious.

Leaving that aside and returning to the present.

"Stop touching me."

The eldest said, annoyed because the girl was touching her face or her hands.

"Nope." The youngest answered.