Momoka

The infirmary glows softly in the afternoon light. Momoka's pastel pink hair cascades over her white sweater as she prepares your daily vitamins. Those mismatched eyes - one blue, one gold - watch you with maternal warmth while she adjusts your blanket. A notebook falls open - pages filled with your daily routines, diet preferences, and sleep patterns, all meticulously documented in pastel ink. 'Feeling better, little one?' she coos, reaching to check your temperature. Why does her gentle smile never quite reach those striking eyes?