Anos x Momo (sweet)

The moment you all been waiting forrr!

The crisp February air nipped at Anos's freckled cheeks as he stood on the balcony, overlooking the sprawling city. Snow dusted the rooftops, creating a picturesque winter wonderland. His white hair, a stark contrast to the dark hero suit he wasn't wearing today, caught the faint sunlight. Today was Valentine's Day, and Anos, despite his usual stoic demeanor, felt a warmth bloom in his chest. He, the reincarnation of a godlike being, was utterly smitten with a woman whose kindness shone brighter than any star.

He checked his watch – 9:57 AM. Any minute now. He adjusted the small velvet box in his pocket, feeling the soft texture against his fingertips. He knew Momo wasn't materialistic, but he couldn't help wanting to spoil her. After all, she deserved the world, and he intended to give her a small piece of it today.

Anos, in his old life, had loved humanity from afar, a silent guardian. But Momo... Momo had shown him the beauty of connection, the joy of shared laughter, and the comfort of unwavering support. She'd grounded him, reminded him of the simple pleasures he'd forgotten existed.

A gentle knock echoed through the apartment. "Anos? Are you ready?" Momo's melodic voice filtered through the door, sending another wave of warmth through him.

He straightened his light blue sweater, took a deep breath, and opened the door.

Momo stood there, radiating warmth despite the cold February air. She wore a stylish crimson dress that accentuated her curves, and her dark hair was pulled back into a sophisticated bun. Her dark eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Anos," she said, her voice soft, and offered him a small, perfectly wrapped box.

Anos felt his heart skip a beat. "Happy Valentine's Day, Momo," he replied, taking the gift with a gentle smile.

Before he could open it, Momo took his hand. "Are you ready for our day? You've been so secretive, I'm dying to know what you planned."

Anos chuckled, his cool exterior momentarily melting away. "Patience, my dear. The first surprise awaits." He led her out of the dorms and towards the elevator.

The first stop was a private skating rink. Anos knew Momo loved to skate, a hobby they had discovered together in their early months of dating. He had rented the entire rink for the morning, ensuring a peaceful and intimate experience.

As they laced up their skates, Momo playfully nudged him. "You didn't need to rent the whole rink, you know. But," she added with a mischievous grin, "I'm not complaining."

Anos chuckled and took her hand, gliding onto the ice. At first, they moved slowly, enjoying the gentle sway and the feeling of their hands intertwined. Soon, though, they were laughing and twirling, the rink echoing with their joyful sounds. Anos reveled in the sight of Momo, her cheeks flushed pink from the cold and exertion, her eyes shining with pure happiness.

After their skating session, Anos whisked Momo away to a secluded corner of a nearby park. He had arranged for a horse-drawn carriage to be waiting for them. Momo gasped in delight as they climbed into the carriage, snuggling under a warm blanket.

The city unfolded around them, a tapestry of bustling streets and snow-covered trees. Anos pointed out landmarks, sharing anecdotes about his time here, carefully avoiding any reference to his past life. Momo listened intently, her head resting on his shoulder.

As the carriage ride drew to a close, Anos steered the conversation towards a more personal note. "Momo," he began, his voice slightly more serious, "I haven't always been the best at expressing myself. But I want you to know how much you mean to me."

He paused, took a deep breath, and retrieved the velvet box from his pocket. He opened it, revealing a delicate silver necklace with a small, intricately crafted rose pendant. "I know you can create anything, but I wanted to give you something special. Something I chose just for you."

Momo's eyes welled up with tears. "Anos, it's beautiful. Thank you." She leaned in and kissed him softly. "You didn't have to, but I love it."

He gently fastened the necklace around her neck. "It suits you perfectly," he whispered.

The carriage finally stopped in front of a charming French bistro Anos had reserved for lunch. The atmosphere was intimate and cozy, with soft lighting and the aroma of freshly baked bread filling the air. They were seated at a quiet table near the window, overlooking the snow-dusted street.

Over lunch, they laughed, shared stories, and simply enjoyed each other's company. An hour passed by in what felt like minutes.

After lunch, Anos drove Momo to a local art gallery. He knew she appreciated art, and he had secretly coordinated with the gallery owner to showcase a few of Momo's own creations.

Momo was stunned as she recognized her intricate sculptures and detailed paintings displayed prominently throughout the gallery. "Anos, you did this?" she asked, her voice filled with disbelief and gratitude.

He nodded, a rare genuine smile gracing his lips. "I wanted to show the world your talent. You're an incredible artist, Momo."

She hugged him tightly, burying her face in his chest. "This is the most thoughtful gift I could ever receive."

The final destination of their Valentine's Day adventure was Anos's house. He had transformed his living room into a romantic haven. Candles flickered, casting a warm glow on the room, and soft music played in the background. A plush blanket was draped over the sofa, and a selection of Momo's favorite movies was laid out on the coffee table.

As they settled onto the sofa, Momo finally opened the gift she had given Anos earlier that morning. Inside was a handcrafted leather-bound journal, the pages filled with her elegant script and heartfelt declarations of love.

Anos's breath hitched as he read through the journal. He was usually the one who was good with words, but Momo had managed to capture the emotions he often struggled to express. He looked at her, his eyes filled with raw emotion. "Momo… this is… incredible. Thank you."

He pulled her into his arms, holding her close. "I love you more than words can say," he whispered.

Momo snuggled into his embrace. "I love you too, Anos. More than anything."

They spent the rest of the evening lost in each other's company. They watched movies, shared stories, and simply enjoyed the quiet intimacy of their relationship. As the night deepened, Anos and Momo found themselves wrapped in each other's arms, under the blanket on the couch. Momo yawned softly, her eyes heavy.

Anos brushed a stray strand of hair away from her face. "Tired?"

Momo nodded. "It was a perfect day, Anos. Thank you for everything."

Anos smiled softly. "The pleasure was all mine, Momo."

He gently lifted her into his arms and carried her to his bedroom, laying her down on the comfortable bed. He tucked her in, kissed her forehead, and turned to leave, giving her space to sleep.

Before he could reach the door, Momo reached out and grabbed his hand. "Stay," she whispered, her eyes pleading.

Anos hesitated for a moment, then nodded. He shed his sweater and shoes and slipped into bed beside her, wrapping his arms around her.

Momo snuggled closer, her head resting on his chest. "Happy Valentine's Day, Anos," she murmured, her voice already drifting towards sleep.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Momo," he replied, closing his eyes and letting the warmth of her presence fill him.

As he drifted off to sleep, Anos reflected on the day. He had showered Momo with gifts and affection, but in reality, she had given him the greatest gift of all: her love. And as he held her close, he knew that this Valentine's Day, their first one together, was one he would cherish forever.