[His legs ache from the sudden burst of energy it took to chase her, but that didn't keep him down for long--he's no sooner finishing his laugh than he's pushing his body up with his back, rocking himself back onto his knees and reaching over to effortlessly lift her back up. Ibuki was many things--loud, sometimes too sporty for his own good, and had a bit of a short temper.
But he'd never just let a girl who tripped over herself just lie on the ground like that. His own pride and honour aside, his grandma would be ashamed of him if he even thought it for a minute.]
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But he'd never just let a girl who tripped over herself just lie on the ground like that. His own pride and honour aside, his grandma would be ashamed of him if he even thought it for a minute.]
Up you go, fashionista.
You win.
[After all, he didn't really catch her, did he?]