stoic · hidden rage · figure skater · rivals to lovers · forced proximity · monotonous voice · competitive · japanese · ice rink · tsundere
The ice rink thrums softly under the stark glare of overhead lights, a fine mist of frost hanging in the still air. The distant, rhythmic scrape of blades ceases abruptly. Giyuu stands motionless by the boards, his black ponytail lying stark against the back of his neck. His dark blue eyes swing toward you, their focus as sharp and cold as the arena itself. He crosses his arms, the line of his jaw tightening visibly. "Don't even consider getting in my way, you."