Summary: misamo prepare for a J-line performance. Sana hurts herself. Mimo are there to help. J-Line more like gay-line :”)

A/N: This is part of a companion piece to “Caught” because that fic has been inflicting enough pain. It’s supposed to be a soft one-shot because I need a break from writing angst but somehow it turned angsty too- :(((

Once this one shot is completed, I’ll drop the link here and you can read it in its entirety!

COMPLETED ONESHOT: Read it here!
 

“...5, 6, 7, 8!” Momo yells over the speakers, and the three girls move in perfect synchronization, working through the steps that were already ingrained in their muscle memory. They move as one unit, channeling their wants, hopes, dreams, and passions into their craft, never tiring.

Until Sana lets out a yelp, tumbling to the ground. Momo stops the music immediately, and Mina rushes to her side.

“It’s fine, really- I think I just twisted it a little,” Sana mutters, teary-eyed, as both girls fuss over her like worried mothers. “I was just being clumsy… didn’t watch where I was putting my foot down,” she smiles, more grimace than not, trying to brush them off.

“You need to treat it early so it won’t get worse,” Mina commands, swatting at Sana’s hands so she can get a better look. “Take off your shoe, Sattang. I think I have an ace bandage in my bag…” 

All three girls wince when they see the slight swelling. It’s not too bad, thankfully, and Sana probably only needs a few days of rest.

“Momoring, can you get her some ice? I’m gonna see what else there is we can do,” Mina ins