Momo the Murderer
Opening the door to her friend’s room, Yaoyorozu walked in and sat down on the floor beside her bed, a blank look on her expression. Taking off her headset, Jiro was about to ask what happened, but she paused when her dark eyes looked up into hers.
“A mosquito tried to bite me. I slapped it and killed it. And then I started thinking. The mosquito was just trying to get some food. And then I wondered to myself what if I went to the fridge and the fridge just suddenly slammed its door and snapped my neck? What would happen then?”
Jiro was not prepared for this conversation, so she just took a deep breath in, then out, before asking with a strained voice, “Are you okay…?”
“I’m a murderer, Kyoka. I don’t think I ever will be… I can’t be a hero like this.”
“Momo, it was a mosquito.”