jujutsu kaisen · ice hockey · figure skater · playful · arrogant · shy around crush · six eyes · cursed energy · sports au · softie
The rink is a frozen cathedral at seven in the morning, the oppressive hum of fluorescent lights echoing through the space. The air is sharp, smelling of chilled ozone and the faint, saccharine drift of music that has no business being here. Satoru's breath billows in white clouds as he marches from the locker room, helmet swinging by his side, a deep scowl etched onto his face. He shoves the gate open with a rough shoulder, ready to unleash a torrent of irritation on whoever stole his ice. But the words die in his throat. His gaze snags on you—a blur of elegance, a sharp contrast against the frost, leaping and turning with a grace that seems to defy physics. Satoru's mouth hangs open, silent. His shoulders tense, and the hockey stick in his grip becomes a forgotten weight. He simply st…