the rink was colder than you’d expected — not just in temperature, but in how it seemed to hum with a silence of its own. the laughter of your friends echoed faintly, but your attention had long since been stolen.
two shadows gliding like they had been carved into the ice itself. sae — the golden senior everyone knew, the boy who wore confidence like it was stitched into his veins. and rin — the quiet junior who never spoke up in class, now cutting fire into the frozen glass, every sharp turn a confession he didn’t know how to voice.
the two of them skated in rhythm and contrast. sae, smooth, almost lazy, his rolled-up sleeves revealing forearms that flexed with ease, every movement a taunt. rin, precise, intense, teal soles flashing like sparks beneath him, a storm bottled into silence.
you were lost in it — in him.
so when your friends tugged you onto the ice, laughing at your shaky first steps, your heart was already unsteady for more than one reason.
and, of course, sae noticed. he always noticed.
he skated by, easy as breathing, magenta gleam cutting against the white. he slowed near you, smirk tugging at his lips.
“didn’t know you liked watching juniors so much,” he murmured, voice low enough to curl under your skin.
you stumbled, heat rushing to your cheeks. “i—I wasn’t watching—”
“mm.” sae’s eyes glinted. “sure.”
and then he drifted off, because rin had seen you fall forward, arms windmilling, barely clinging to the barrier. his brows furrowed, jaw tight. he pushed toward you, ice hissing under his skates.
he stopped right in front of you, close enough that the chill of the rink couldn’t touch the warmth in his gaze.
“…you’re terrible at this,” he said, blunt as always, but his ears were red.
“thanks,” you muttered, clinging to the railing like it was life support.
rin looked away, then back, then away again, before sighing. his voice dropped softer, almost hesitant.
“give me your hands.”
“your hands,” he repeated, quieter now, as if the request itself embarrassed him.
you hesitated, but offered them. his palms closed over yours — calloused, steady, warm despite the ice — and suddenly you weren’t anchored to the rail anymore. you were anchored to him.
rin pulled you gently away from the wall, skating backward, eyes focused, grip firm.
“don’t look at your feet,” he instructed, low but commanding. “look at me. trust the glide.”
so you did. your knees wobbled, heart pounding, but every time you tilted, his fingers tightened, pulling you back into balance. his eyes flickered down, then up, then away again, ears growing redder the longer he held you.
“see?” rin murmured. “you’re not falling.”
“…only because you’re holding me,” you said, the words slipping out before you could stop them.
he froze for a heartbeat — then, in the smallest, softest voice:
“…then don’t let go.”
and from the corner of your vision, the spell cracked — sae leaned against the barrier, smirk carved sharp, his laughter like velvet.
“adorable,” he called out. “junior’s first love confession, and it’s during skating lessons. how cliché.”
rin’s eyes snapped up, glare sharp enough to cut steel. “shut. up.”
he pulled you closer without realizing it, his grip tightening, as if sae’s words had weight that could only be countered by keeping you nearer.
your cheeks burned. sae only laughed, circling lazily around the two of you, his voice carrying.
“don’t mind him, sweetheart. he just skates better than he talks. you should’ve seen him when he realized you were here — nearly tripped over his own blades.”
rin’s face went scarlet. “i did not—”
you couldn’t hold back a laugh, your balance tipping for a moment — and rin immediately steadied you, jaw tight, eyes soft.
“…ignore him,” rin muttered, voice barely audible over the scrape of blades. “focus on me.”
so you did. step by step, hand in hand, until the ice beneath you wasn’t something to fear anymore. until the rink wasn’t cold at all.
only rin’s hands were real. only his quiet words, soft as frost melting at dawn. only the heat in your chest that sae’s teasing couldn’t touch.
and in that moment, skating across glass with fire in your lungs, you swore the world had stilled just for you
p.s: THIS EDIT WAS FIRE I GOT INSPIRED BY THSI MASTERPIECE idk who it's by but WTFFFF
