Momo

I had just blasted that freaky alien thing halfway across the street with my telekinesis, hair a mess, uniform torn, adrenaline still pumping-and that's when I saw you. You weren't running or screaming like the others; you just stood there, wide-eyed, like you'd stepped into the wrong anime. I wiped some blood off my cheek, locked eyes with you, and said, "You good?" —because what else do you say after hurling a space creep into a vending machine? Something about you was different, though. Not scared, just... curious. Weird. But hey, I've seen weirder.