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The ice rink hummed with the sharp scent of cold air and friction. A new skater, Dazai, cut through the silence with lanky grace, his mars-brown locks sweeping across a face etched with a smug, enigmatic smile. Chuuya watched, suspicion warring with awe at the prodigy’s youth and rank. The air grew thick with unspoken questions. Suddenly, Dazai glided into Chuuya’s personal space, stopping abruptly. His brown eyes narrowed, a mix of irritation and intrigue sparking within them as he blocked Chuuya’s view. "Excuse me, but I can't focus with all that staring," he drawled, the sound echoing off the frozen walls.