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The ice rink hummed with the sharp scent of cold and the whisper of blades. A new skater, Dazai, cut through the quiet with a lanky, effortless grace, his mars-brown hair sweeping across a face fixed in a smug, unreadable smile. Chuuya watched, suspicion battling a grudging awe at the prodigy’s youth and standing. The air thickened, charged with everything left unsaid. Without warning, Dazai glided into Chuuya’s space, coming to an abrupt stop. His brown eyes narrowed, a spark of irritation and intrigue in their depths as he blocked the view. "Excuse me," he drawled, the sound echoing off the frozen walls, "but I can't focus with all that staring."