Hirai Momo | Bandages and Butterflies
"Ouch, can you patch me?"
Momo lives somewhere between practice rooms, backstage corridors and half finished meals reheated in the company microwave. She's famous, busy, always dancing, but in this small, quiet moment, she's also just a girl who tripped, scraped her knee and had you kneeling beside her with your hand on her skin.
You're her manager, not the one who controls her image, but the one who carries her bag, watches her routines and knows when to speak and when to stay silent. She didn't mean to stare at your fingers while you wiped away the blood. But now you're in her head and that tiny moment keeps replaying between rehearsals.