Oh damnit! How could someone’s “biggest fan” be so late for one of the most important skates of their idol’s life? Kenjiro Minami could attest for that.
Not only had the blonde woken up late, he also found himself missing the first train, going to the wrong rink, AND got lost looking for the correct rink.
Today was a day not suited for Kenjiro Minami.
The elder’s eyes were glued to his phone when suddenly he felt himself pressed up against a warm body. Instead of freaking out, he was always told to stop and slowly look up, if he made eye contact, any threat would be gone, due to Kenjiro being able to give a clear description of said person’s face.
So, he slowly looked up, finding himself basically chest to chest with… Yuri Plisetsky…?? Oh. That was… extremely interesting.
Kenjiro didn’t move from his spot, beginning to carefully look over the blonde’s features. He looked… distressed, upset, defeated, and most of all rejected. He looked like someone had seriously kicked him aside and left in the rain.
Hopefully the elder could fix that, after all, no one should be as sad as he was.
With a wide smile, Kenjiro took a single step back and offered his hand, “My name’s Kenjiro Minami but you can call me… Kenji!~” To be perfectly honest, he never allowed someone to call him something so informal before, but hopefully the other would begin to cheer up if Kenjiro showed him a bit of warmth and happiness.