Lesson One: Donât Fall
@smiling-liar
   He wants to spend time with Yacchan on the holidays. He even goes as far as to make himself believe he can actually go ice skating and stay upright for more than a few meager seconds. Itâs a frivolous dream, one that starts to crumble the instance he stands up in his ice skates. And though his cheeks are rosy, eyes alight with eagerness with a lopsided smile reserved especially for him, he begins to feel his knees buckle and regret lurches in his stomach.Â
   He tries to wobble towards the younger man, tries to pick his legs up higher through the drifts of snow and lacks a sense of balance the moment his foot sinks further into the ground than he ever anticipates. He topples in an instant, a loud yelp quickly growing muffled as he lands face first into a snow drift.Â
   This is going to be harder than he first thought. Why did he think ice skating at a park was a good idea when he canât even walk in normal shoes? In those seconds as he awkwardly tried to find some form of means to push himself upright he realizes he is no natural on the ice, and that this plan is a very, very bad idea.Â
He doesnât mind the shape of form in which the reassuring company of the professor arrives - specially in the mist of the holidays, the usual family meetings heâs submitted to as a high-school student always a catalyst of his bad behavior. A displeasing reminder of how far he is from being his cousin -of been enough.
He flees his house at once when he receives the call, not even bothering to spare a glance back and only ever stopping to pick up his skates and some warm clothes.
When he was invited for ice skating, however, he expected the teacher to actually know what he was doing. He didnât expected much, quite aware of how sports-dumb the older male was -yet the instant fall to the snow came as a surprise. An ugly snorting sound leaving him as he observed the other flopped on the snow.
âWhat the hell was that?â he was still half-laughing, easily approaching with a gentle slide âCanât even get up on your own? So laaame~ Come, hold my hand Iâll help you up!â
In his tone and wording thereâs nothing left of the cheerful angel everyone loves. Nothing but a rude and aggressive boy is left. And thatâs as scary as it is relaxing.










