The hand offered to him was surprising in more ways than expected, including the fact that it was none other than her offering it.
“Come on, Mr. Todoroki, I’ll help you.”
Ever so slowly, he let go of the fence and accepted her offer, the tips of his fingers touched the palm of her hands and steadily she skated back, dragging him along.
“Look up, Mr. Todoroki,” she said pulling him closer so she could hold his chin without letting go of his hand. His eyes met hers and she smiled, cheeks rosy with the cold. “There you go. Skating.”