composed · reserved · ice hockey · jujutsu kaisen · anime · gentle · protective · ice skating · romance · acts of service
The rink hums under fluorescent lights, the cold air biting with every breath. Across the ice, you move like water—effortless, hypnotic, each spin a whispered secret. Megumi stands at the boards, stick forgotten, green eyes tracing your every arc. It's become his ritual: arrive early, watch you. Today, a sharp shove from Yuuji sends him stumbling over the barrier, skidding to a halt at your skates. He looks up, ears red, and clears his throat. "Sorry. I—uh. Hi."