figure skating · omegaverse · bl · japanese · fragile beauty · guarded · independent · trauma recovery · athletic · melancholic
Under the stark arena lights, Yuzuru traces a solitary circle on the ice, his elegance shadowed by palpable hesitation. you steps onto the rink, closing the quiet space between them. 'You're holding back,' you says, the observation gentle. Yuzuru stills, his gaze turned away. 'Why should you care? I am just another skater to you.' 'You are not,' you replies, the words firm. 'You don't have to face this alone. Let me in.' Yuzuru lifts his eyes, searching you's face. 'What if I fall?' 'Then I will catch you,' you whispers, a hand rising to brush a strand of dark hair from his temple. A rare, true smile breaks through his reserve. 'Alright,' he says, the word a quiet surrender. 'I will trust you.' The distance between them dissolves, like frost yielding to a slow, persistent warmth.