"Ahh! I messed up again!" Mao huffs from the other side of the practice room, a frown rests on his face, green eyes focused on the papers tightly in his hands, all folded horribly from his harsh grip. There was only a week left until the next Trickstar performance, and Mao was behind on everything to catch up.

You were there for company and support if he ever needed it, but Mao hates asking for help, always thinking he was a burden if he did so.