“not everyone is going to hurt you.” shiragoshi for the angst thingy 👀
Only under threat of torture would Shirabu Kenjirou admit that he’s watched Goshiki Tsutomu’s routine so many times he’s got it memorized.
He could probably skate the damn thing himself, if he were as talented as Goshiki. The youngest member of their team and a future star in the making, Goshiki looks to be following in Ushijima’s footsteps as Japan’s next ace skater. He’s also the only person (other than Tendou, obviously) who can charm a genuine smile out of the infamously straight-laced Ushijima. Kenjirou kind of hates him for it.
Goshiki gets into position in the center of the ice, his head turned down and his arms above his head. Kenjirou both sees and feels the deep breath he takes in the moment before the music starts.
“Kenjirouuuuu,” sings a voice, startling Kenjirou into jumping just as the music begins.
The last thing Kenjirou needs right now is to pay Tendou the attention he so desperately wants. He keeps his eyes trained on Goshiki.
“What do you want, Tendou?” he deadpans.
Tendou takes up a position beside him, their shoulders pressed together. “Talented, isn’t he?” Tendou says.
Kenjirou grunts an affirmation as Goshiki pulls off his first jump.
“Certainly has a bright future,” Tendou continues. Kenjirou’s eyes narrow.
“So they say,” he agrees, hoping to get Tendou to leave him alone.
“And so handsome, of course.”
Kenjirou rolls his eyes. “Leave me alone, Tendou.”
“The whole team knows you’ve been watching him, Kenjirou,” Tendou says. His tone is more serious now that he’s gotten to his point. “We all know you like him.”
“I think the only reason our darling Tsuu-chan hasn’t noticed is because he’s so focused on skating.”
Kenjirou grumbles, a low noise in his throat. “And they sent you to talk to me about it?”
“Hmm, I volunteered,” Tendou answers.
“Hmmph.” Goshiki goes into the axel, which he lands perfectly. Kenjirou lets out the breath he holds in that section every time. “So you came to tell me to back off?”
“Quite the opposite, actually,” Tendou says. Out of the corner of his eye, Kenjirou can see him waggling his eyebrows. “I came to tell you to make a move.”
Kenjirou takes his eyes off Goshiki for the first time to look at Tendou. “Absolutely not.”
“You have more of a chance than you think, you know,” Tendou sing-songs as Kenjirou turns back to look at the ice. “Semi says Goshiki’s been talking about you, too.”
Kenjirou’s heart pounds a little harder in his chest, but he shakes his head. “I’m not doing this. I’m not doing anything. I’m watching a potential rival. That’s all.”
Tendou sighs. His next words are spoken softly, delicately. “Not everyone is going to hurt you, Kenjirou. Not everyone is Oikawa.”
When Kenjirou next blinks, his eyes stay shut, and the scene plays out in front of him. Oikawa’s false promises, the way he led Kenjirou along only to stab him in the back. Kenjirou bites his lip and bares his teeth.
“You think I don’t fucking know that,” he growls at Tendou.
Tendou slaps Kenjirou on the back, a little too hard to be comfortable. Goshiki’s routine ends, and Kenjirou realizes he needs to be anywhere but here right now.
“I’ve got to go get my skates on,” he mumbles, turning harshly away from Goshiki and whatever feelings might arise in his chest. He stalks in the direction of the locker room, and Tendou follows after him.
On the ice, Goshiki stares in the direction of their retreating backs and pines.
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