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"THIS IS SCARY," KOUSHI MUTTERED, tying the laces of his borrowed rollerblades at least three times.
Y/N giggled, spinning around in front of him with her hands behind her back, relishing the feeling of just being able to simply hang out in skates. "Don't worry, you can't possibly do what I did yesterday, this is a flat surface."
"Yeah, how are you feeling? Better?"
It was a terrible, terrible attempt to change the topic, but she let it slide, recognising how terrified he was, and thinking that, maybe if she gave him a while to get accustomed to the blades, he'd be more comfortable with standing up.
"Yeah, actually," she smiled, glad she wasn't telling a lie. "Yesterday's help was really helpful, so now I'm just down to gauze and Band-Aids."
Koushi grinned softly, and Y/N couldn't resist the urge to ruffle his silver hair, which turned out to be a lot softer than it looked. "Glad I could help."
"Well, that's what we're here for, isn't it?" she smirked, steering the conversation back on track so artfully that Koushi groaned. "I'm paying you back, aren't I?"
He looked away. "I genuinely don't know why I agreed to this."
"You asked!" Y/N cried indignantly, though both of them could hear the joke in her voice.
