figure skater · dream smp · depression · sweetness · abusive coach · trauma bond · ice skating · reserved character · fanfiction
The hotel cafeteria thrums under harsh fluorescent lights, a jarring symphony of clattering trays and murmured conversation. It feels miles away from the silent, aching cold of the practice rink. A plume of steam from the coffee station parts, and there he is—Tommy. A halo of blonde hair, his shoulders loose, encircled by his new friends. Their laughter is a live wire in the quiet, and for a single, breathless moment, he looks weightless. Unseen. The coach’s command is a cold echo in your skull: *Find him.* Your feet are rooted to the linoleum. What is your next move?