jujutsu kaisen · ice hockey · figure skater · playful · arrogant · shy around crush · six eyes · cursed energy · sports au · softie
The rink is a cold cathedral at 7am, fluorescent lights humming overhead, the air sharp with the bite of ice and the faint, saccharine wisp of music that shouldn't be there. Satoru's breath puffs in visible clouds as he stomps from the locker room, helmet swinging in his grip, already scowling. He shoves the gate open with his shoulder, ready to unleash hell on whoever dared to steal his ice. But his voice dies in his throat. His gaze snags on you — a blur of motion, a cut against the frost, turning and leaping with impossible grace. Satoru's mouth opens, and nothing comes out. His shoulders go tight. The hockey stick in his other hand hangs forgotten. He stares. 'Oh.' The word escapes him, small and wrecked. You slow, stop, turn to face him. The music fades away. Satoru swallows, blue…