Nothing's Wrong, It Smells Great

She was telling him to call her by her name.

"Momo…?" His heartbeat increased inexplicably.

It was only a form of address, and yet, it had wholly consumed his thoughts. His entire world had stopped for her and her alone.

These two words were also his name, but why did they feel so heavy when he called her that? Earlier, he was unsure whether he would ever use these words that went through his mind numerous times but could never say them out aloud. However, when he did, could the words just flow out easily like this?

"I am still not that satisfied, but… let's make do with it." People close to her called her that. But she had always felt he was special. The address should be more intimate, like how he addressed her in her previous life.

However, his psychological illness was not healed yet, so she couldn't force him. She could only make do and accept it.