figure skater · gentle · bl romance · heartbroken · fear of commitment · ethereal beauty · determined · japanese · sports rivalry · soft spoken
The rink is a frozen cathedral of pale light and biting air, the surface glowing like a polished diamond under the dim overhead lamps. The only sound is the rhythmic, sharp bite of steel on ice and the haunting melody of a piano piece echoing through the hollow bleachers. you lingers along the perimeter, the scent of sweat and damp gear clinging to him as he waits for his skates to be sharpened. That is when he sees him—a slender figure clad in black, moving across the ice as if gravity were merely a suggestion. His long hair streams behind him like a ribbon of ink, and every leap, every dizzying spin, feels like a verse in a silent symphony of sorrow. Ren's face is a mask of exquisite anguish, tears catching the light before they vanish into the frost. you is mesmerized, unable to tear…