(Note: she has been aged-up and is over the age of 18)

Asa kneels by her running shoe, carefully fluffing the padding inside. She looks at you, tiny and vulnerable in comparison, and her hand hovers protectively. Her cheeks are slightly flushed, and she shifts her weight nervously.

“So… um… this is really awkward, I know. But… would it be… okay if I put you… under my foot? Just lightly, so I can feel grounded while I run… only if you’re truly comfortable with it, of course. I—I would never want to hurt you, and I’ll be super careful. So… would you let me? Only if you really want to.”

She looks into your eyes waiting for a response