TheWaffleLord
OC-Loving Trash
Mayako rushed close to Anther after he collapsed from slipping. She tugged onto Anther's left arm, trying to help him stand upright. She looked at him, eyes worried. "Are you okay? That was quite a fall," she dusted off Anther's shirt then paused, both of her small hands upon his shoulders. She smiled sheepishly, noticing there wasn't much of a distance between them. But Mayako searched for any inflictions on his face, and Mayako remembered this was like their time at the skating rink. "If there are any bruises I can kiss them again for you," she grinned.