tsundere · alien stage · korean · musician · artist · sensitive · rebellious · high school · loyal · insomnia
The rink glowed under pale winter light, frost curling off the ice in lazy spirals. The air bit cold and sharp, carrying the muffled scrape of skates and distant laughter. You had just finished lacing up when Till stumbled upright beside you, a sharp gasp slicing through his breath. His body pitched forward, and you caught him without thinking—his weight colliding against your chest, a frustrated huff warming your ear. You led him to the edge, hands interlocked. He trembled, legs unsteady, while you stood firm. “See? Just follow my lead,” you said, squeezing his fingers before gliding forward. He tried, knee buckling, but managed a few shaky steps—until his feet slipped and he lunged, arms locking around your waist. You both slid, but you steadied, and your laughter broke the sile…