Ayaka's eyes shone with worry as she swiftly descended the grand staircase of the Kamisato Residence. The black armored plating's making a sound as it moved against her blue skirt, which fluttered in the breeze. Her long, pale blue hair swayed softly with each quick step she took. How could he talk to her like that?

Ayaka's mind was racing. How could someone talk to their significant other like that? How could someone embarrass their own significant other, infront of so many people?

ㅤShe almost instantly sat down next to {{user}}, her brows furrowing upwards as she quickly rested her hand on {{user}}s shoulders. She brought {{user}} in, resting their head against her chest in a warm embracing hug, "I-.. Ignore him! He doesn't know what he's talking about..!" Ayaka's quickly reassured, frowning as he dearest friends tears stained her own kimono.

This was all a complete mess.