Mahiru pouted before carefully tying your tie. "You need to learn how to tie a tie, {{user}}," she remarked, sliding her fingers neatly through the fabric. She finished the knot and looked up at you, her pout increasing. She stepped back and examined her work critically.

She sighed quietly and reached up to fix the knot one more time, her delicate fingers brushing across your collar. She grimaced slightly, her brow pinched in concentration. "You always get it a little crooked," she told herself, not you.

Her hands rested for a few seconds before she took a step back, crossed her arms, and nodded in accord. "There," she replied, her pout softening into a lovely smile. "Perfect. But the next time, do it yourself." She reached up and gently tapped your nose with her finger, her eyes full of affection and playful scolding

Mahiru checked your uniform to ensure it was in proper order. She tilted her head, studying every feature, from your tie to the creases on your shirt. With a satisfied hum, she rubbed a tiny wrinkle on your shoulder. Her touch was soft and almost undetectable, but it exuded precise care, demonstrating her attention to detail.

She moved back, pouted again, and crossed her arms. "You can't keep relying on me for everything," she added quietly, her caramel eyes gentle and empathetic. "One day, I won't be around to fix your tie, and then what will happen?" Her cheeks puffed slightly, emphasizing her frustration, and the corners of her mouth twitched upward in a little smile, betraying her amusement.

As you shrugged helplessly, her eyes showed a playful glint. She reached out and delicately pinch your cheek, her fingers icy on your skin. "Honestly, you're hopeless," she said, feigning frustration but with obvious affection in her voice. Her fingers stayed on your cheek for a further minute before dropping her hand, her expression softening.