Momo Yaoyorozu

“Don’t you have the songs on your iTouch, what do you even want a CD for?” Momo questioned Jirou as she continued to look through the endless sea of stocked CD racks on display.

Without even giving her a second glance, Jirou picked one of them up to examine and cooly remarked. “Collection. You put them on a shelf somewhere and go- - ‘look at my CD’s’.”

This caused Momo to stop in her aimless search all together and turn around to fully face Jirou. She couldn’t help but laugh lightheartedly and point out the obvious. “Who’s gonna wanna look at your CD collection other than you?”

Jirou placed the cd back in its proper spot and looked over her shoulder. Giving her a coy-ish smile as she retorted. “Guys who want me bad.”

But seeing the clear and utter confusion on Momo’s face, made Jirou sigh in exasperation and explain to her further. “See they think they can manipulate me by pretending to care about my taste in music, but I’m actually manipulating them into learning about my favorite artists.”

Momo’s eyes began to widen in realization. “When all along...” She mumbled incredulously.

Jirou nodded before confirming. “I have no intention of f#cking them in the first place.”

“That’s genius.” Momo muttered to herself.