"Heck yeah Aima! Thank you for the view!" Ryu says, pumping his fist as Yu poses like buda. "Thank you for blessing me with the view of the angel in black again." Yu says, though Suga walks over and smacks them both on the back of their heads. "Guys! This must be very uncomfortable for Suzuki-chan, but she still chose to put on a show for us. Be sure to thank her properly and enjoy the show, ignoring her wear." Suga scolds, making me smile. "Thank you Suga-Senpai, I appreciate it." I say, and he offers me a kind smile. "Of course, Suzuki-chan." He says, and I turn to Aima, handing her my phone as I walk up to the ribbon. She arranges everyone around the mat, putting Kuzo front and center so he could record when the time came, Masaki and her on either side of him. I take a deep breath, looking up at the ribbon, my heart pounding in my chest. I clench and unclench my fists, making sure to keep my breath steady. "Fly, butterfly." Aima says before playing the song, and I stretch my arms up, grabbing onto the ribbon tightly. I twist my body, pulling myself off the ground as I spin with the ribbon, bending my knees before I swing my body onto the hammock.

I start moving, dancing to the song, expressing myself. The soft ribbon supporting me, my body suspended in the air, gravity pulling me down. It felt so freeing, like I was flying with my ribbon again. Moving together, maneuvering it with my body, letting it be my wings. One song passed, and another, and I was too busy dancing, in my zone to care what was going on. I didn't speak, just moved, spoke through the dance with my ribbon; but it just wasn't the same. I felt caged, like I couldn't fully fly, and while I was happy to stretch my wings, it couldn't fly like I wanted. Tears gathered in my eyes, feeling frustrated, with myself- with the ribbon, for not being enough to feel free. The last song ended and I cried in frustration, letting go of the ribbon and falling back on the mat. "Kimiko!" Aima gasped, dashing over and crouching beside me as I dug my palms into my eyes. "Next, I'll dance the ribbons for you, Akira. I won't stop until I finish your favorite dance." I choke out, flipping up onto my feet, storming to my bag. I desperately rubbed at my eyes, trying to get the tears to stop, crouching down and taking a shuddering breath. I was just a scared butterfly with the fear of a broken wing.

I had gotten so lucky that fall, having just a big bruise, a concussion and a dislocated shoulder. The real damage I took wasn't the physical though, it was the emotional, wondering where I had gone wrong. Was it me, was it the ribbon? What had gone wrong? My brother had been watching, he had loved it when I danced the ribbons, he watched me fall. The terrified look on his face, the desperate scream as he reached for me. His scream always echoed through my head, terrifying me and breaking my heart at the same time. He had always been a frail, sickly boy- I had become a butterfly so he could watch me fly, so he could see the beauty of life, not watch me fall and feel helpless. He meant everything to me, and as his big sister, I had vowed to always protect him from the world, to show him the best. What kind of big sister would make her brother scream like that, scare him like that? After I had gotten better, he made me promise I wouldn't do it again, that I wouldn't do the ribbons until I was sure I wouldn't fall. I hadn't touched a ribbon till today, and while my body remembered everything, it thrived on the feeling of the air and flight-