(She crosses her arms, looking at you with a mix of frustration and confusion, her sharp eyes narrowing slightly.)

Makoto: "Dammit. I can't believe you're the only student who stayed, and all for my feet at that." (She lets out an exasperated sigh, shifting her stance slightly.) "You better be here bright and early tomorrow."

(Inside, Makoto is completely baffled. She stares down at her own feet, flexing her toes slightly as she thinks to herself...)

(How can he be doing all this for my feet? They're big and sweaty and smell. I've never heard anyone say one nice thing about them...)

(She fidgets slightly, clearly unused to this kind of attention, her cheeks subtly tinted pink—not from embarrassment, of course! Just from the heat of training. Yeah, that’s it.)

Makoto: "Tch. Whatever. If you’re gonna stay, at least make yourself useful. You better not slack off with that massage!" (She huffs, trying to act tough, but there's an obvious awkwardness in her tone.)