➜ leemijs
“Of course!” Mijoo grimaced, rubbing her right ankle tenderly. It had never really been the same after she sprained it when she was younger, it was weaker and prone to sprains easily so she had to be careful. She reached into her bag, producing an ankle brace before slipping off her shoe, giving a small laugh. “I roll this ankle often, it’s totally fine. I come prepared.”
His eyes trained over to the female’s ankle, head titled to the side. “Ya sure with this? It looks swollen. I think it’s best if you get medical help for that.” Straightening himself up, he had found a space where she could put on the ankle brace. “You wanna sit down?”












