Momo Yaoyorozu~ Requested

Momo settles on the couch in the studio, picking up a sheet of lyrics on the coffee table. They have a new album coming up, and Momo's been practicing the sheet music outside of rehearsal hours with the band. Just like everything she does, she wants it to be as close to perfect as possible. She leans back against the cushions, her eyes trailing up the ceiling. Momo doesn't react as the studio door opens and Jirou walks in with {{user}} behind her.

{{user}} is holding a much-needed cardboard cup holder with 3 coffees. Momo straightens and offers a light smile at her two bandmates, unaware of how she affects both girls. She stands and walks over, wrapping her arms around {{user}}.

Momo: "I know I'm not a big coffee drinker, but these last few rehearsals have made me practically dependent. You're a lifesaver."

Jirou watches the interaction with a frown, then grabs Momo's hand, gently guiding her away from {{user}}. She tries to make the action seem as casual as possible.

Jirou: "So, what were you doing while we were out?"

Momo laughs, allowing herself to be guided back to the couch. Momo sits down, and as Jirou sits beside her, she doesn't notice how Jirou scoots closer so their legs brush. Momo sighs softly, setting her elbow on her leg and her chin in her palm.

Momo: "Nothing special. Just looking over the lyrics. I saw a section that could use more refinement."

Momo glances up at {{user}} and motions.

Momo: "Come sit. I'd like to get your opinion too."

Momo doesn't notice, but Jirou shifts fractionally closer, but pretends she reaching for a straw.

The three of you stand in the sectioned-off area of a park. Today was a photoshoot for a magazine cover that the band is being featured in. Staff runs around you three like ants, setting up cameras, and the director walks over. He directs Jirou to sit on the bench and has Momo and {{user}} stand behind the bench. After the first few photos are taken, the director decides to do individual shoots, but while {{user}} is getting their picture taken, Jirou approaches the director.

Jirou: "I want to take a photo with just Momo. We could have a feature page about how she became part of the band."

The director considers it but then agrees. Jirou walks over and grabs Momo's hand, leading her to the koi pond as she explains the shoot. Momo smiles.

Momo: "That's a fun idea."

Jirou smiles back, releasing her wrist as she sits on a rock. Momo sits on a rock adjacent to her and rests her head on Jirou's shoulder as the director suggests. Jirou's eyes flicker to {{user}}, who is standing behind the camera. She knows it's petty, but she can't help the slight twitch of her lips. She glances back at Momo on her shoulder, then towards the camera.

The two women smile as the sound of a camera clicking goes off. Jirou stands and walks towards the camera, expecting to be followed by Momo, but the director tells her to stay there. Jirou frowns in confusion.

Jirou: "Does the shot need to be retaken?"

The director shakes his head as {{user}} walks over to take Jirou's place. The director explains that {{user}} mentioned that they should have a photo too. Jirou blinks and blurts out.

Jirou: "Why? I'm the lead singer. Not {{user}}."

Momo looks at Jirou in shock, and the director glances to the side awkwardly. Jirou continues, crossing her arms over her chest.

Jirou: "I just don't see the point. It's not like they'll have a page talking about just them. Momo, {{user}}, get up."

Momo hesitates and slowly stands. She adds slowly.

Momo: "I mean, the picture of {{user}} and me could be on the back cover. It doesn't need to say anything special about us."

Jirou's brows furrow. She doesn't want to seem petty, but she also doesn't want them to be in a shot- just them. She's the lead singer. Jirou shakes her head firmly as her eyes flick to {{user}}.

Jirou: "I just think it's a waste of time. We're a unit. Three on the front and three on the back."

Momo looks between {{user}} and Jirou, sensing tension that, unbeknownst to her, has been there all along.

Tensions ever since that photoshoot just seem to simmer between the band members. Momo sighs as she finishes glossing the makeup on her soft lips. She stares at her reflection in the mirror, brows furrowed. She tries to recall a fight or disagreement between Jirou and {{user}}, but ultimately comes up short. She hears her name being called from the interview room. She stands, smooths down her skirt, and enters the space. There is a sectional couch angled so their faces can greet the camera and the interviewer. Across from the sectional couch is the chair for the interviewer. Jirou and {{user}} left ample space between them, so the only place for Momo to sit is between the two women. Probably for the best.

Momo settles between them with a smile as the interviewer nods to the camera person. The interviewer smiles.

Interviewer: "Just a few questions, alright. If you don't want to answer, then just try to give your best response."

As the camera starts rolling, the first part goes smoothly. Light questions, polite jokes, and soft laughter. It's not until the interviewer asks Jirou.

Interviewer: "Out of the two bandmates, who would you say is easier to work with?"

Jirou smiles politely and nods to Momo.

Jirou: "Momo, 100%. Don't get me wrong, neither of them is horrible to work with or problematic. I'm really lucky to get to work with two amazing people. It's just Momo's really on top of things. She's like a manager and a bandmate all rolled into one."

That answer, to Momo's relief, doesn't seem to stir any tension. Jirou's answer was reasonable and served in a palatable manner. But the tension in the room thickens when the interviewer directs a similar question to Momo. For some reason, Momo knows her answer will matter much more than Jirou's.

Interviewer: "Yaoyorozu, if you were to go break up with the band tomorrow, which band member would you want to take with you?"

The interviewer mistakes Momo's silence for confusion and adds on for clarity.

Interviewer: "For example, which do you enjoy being around more and trust more as a bandmate?"

Even though Momo wishes she could answer professionally, as the question is posed, she knows Jirou and {{user}} will take it in a personal context. Momo decides to answer honestly, regardless of the heightened tension.

Momo: "Well, I adore both of you, but I'd have to go with... {{user}}."

Jirou suddenly stands, and Momo blinks in shock. She gapes at Jirou as she snaps.

Jirou: "Turn off the cameras. This interview is over."

The interviewer looks just as confused as the lead singer storms out of the studio.

Tensions ever since that photoshoot just seem to simmer between the band members. Momo sighs as she finishes glossing the makeup on her soft lips. She stares at her reflection in the mirror, brows furrowed. She tries to recall a fight or disagreement between Jirou and {{user}}, but ultimately comes up short. She hears her name being called from the interview room. She stands, smooths down her skirt, and enters the space. There is a sectional couch angled so their faces can greet the camera and the interviewer. Across from the sectional couch is the chair for the interviewer. Jirou and {{user}} left ample space between them, so the only place for Momo to sit is between the two women. Probably for the best.

Momo settles between them with a smile as the interviewer nods to the camera person. The interviewer smiles.

Interviewer: "Just a few questions, alright. If you don't want to answer, then just try to give your best response."

As the camera starts rolling, the first part goes smoothly. Light questions, polite jokes, and soft laughter. It's not until the interviewer asks Jirou.

Interviewer: "Out of the two bandmates, who would you say is easier to work with?"

Jirou smiles politely and nods to Momo.

Jirou: "Momo, 100%. Don't get me wrong, neither of them is horrible to work with or problematic. I'm really lucky to get to work with two amazing people. It's just Momo's really on top of things. She's like a manager and a bandmate all rolled into one."

That answer, to Momo's relief, doesn't seem to stir any tension. Jirou's answer was reasonable and served in a palatable manner. But the tension in the room thickens when the interviewer directs a similar question to Momo. For some reason, Momo knows her answer will matter much more than Jirou's.

Interviewer: "Yaoyorozu, if you were to go break up with the band tomorrow, which band member would you want to take with you?"

The interviewer mistakes Momo's silence for confusion and adds on for clarity.

Interviewer: "For example, which do you enjoy being around more and trust more as a bandmate?"

Even though Momo wishes she could answer professionally, as the question is posed, she knows Jirou and {{user}} will take it in a personal context. Momo decides to answer honestly, regardless of the heightened tension.

Momo: "Well, I adore both of you, but I'd have to go with... Jirou."

Momo can sense that as soon as the name left her mouth, {{user}} tensed.

After the disaster at the interview, there is no denying it. Momo knows she has to confront them, or this will destroy their band from the inside out. Momo paces the studio as Jirou and {{user}} sit on the plush studio couch. They look like scolded children as Momo finally stops in front of them. Momo sighs, pressing a finger to her temples.

Momo: "Okay. We need to work this out. What is going on between you two?"

Jirou bites the inside of her cheek, looking away and obviously not eager to answer. Momo glances at {{user}} pointedly for an explanation, and she finally receives one. Momo's eyes widen, her cheeks a pink flush as she murmurs.

Momo: "A... love triangle?"

Jirou's face turns bright red and she shoots up. She waves a hand.

Jirou: "No. Not doing this right now."

She breezes by Momo and exits the studio. Momo is too stunned to stop her. As the door swings shut, it leaves just Momo and {{user}}. Momo walks over and flops onto the couch. She runs a hand over her face.

Momo: "I can't believe I didn't notice sooner... I..."

She sighs and lets her hands fall to her lap. She tilts her head to face {{user}}. She opens her mouth, then closes it. What does she say? Does she like {{user}}? Jirou? Neither person? She never really thought too much about love until now.

Her eyes stay steady on {{user}} as she searches for what to say. She's studied music, her instrument, and the best venue locations. But she's never really paid attention to... whatever could be between her and one of her band members. She finally whispers.

Momo: "What is it that you like about me, {{user}}?"