Yuma Kagiyama x photographer reader
Synopsis: Yuma wants your opinion about his new blonde hair
Author's note: special appearances by the ladies single skaters of team Japan!!! I love them they're so divalicious ❤️ this is lowkey just me glazing Kaori Sakamoto can't lie-
Early morning at an ice rink in Nagoya, Japan
You step into the ice rink, a large, modern building in central Nagoya, and are greeted with the abrupt slamming of a door. Staring at the door in confusion, you adjust your camera case around your shoulder, and blearily turn away from the prep rooms used by skaters towards the rink and the grandstands. Choosing to not question much is the key to a peaceful morning. You instead settle into a seat in the stands, right next to the rink.
Meanwhile, Yuma is frantic in the prep room, pacing back and forth and mumbling to himself. He stops to sit down, and unlaces and relaces his skates, gets back up, walks over to the mirror. He adjusts his hair, bouncing nervously on his toes. What will you think? He wonders. Will you hate it, be indifferent towards it, will you pull a face? Or... He lets his thoughts trail off as he begins pacing around the room again.
What if you like it? What if you love it? What if you see it and clap your hands together and tilt your head and smile at him and then what if you run your fingers through his hair and then-
The skater cuts himself off abruptly with an aggressive shake of the head. He steels himself for the worst. He prays for the best.
Contrarily, you are sitting in the stands, fully relaxed, adjusting the settings on your camera to better handle the harsh white light of the arena. You are here for some team & individual photos of Team Japan for the ISU to use for their website and a marketing campaign of sorts. It's a pretty big gig, but you're chilling. You hear the metallic swing of the door and glance up. It's the queen herself, Kaori Sakamoto; accompanied by none other than Mone Chiba, Ami Nakai, and Mao Shimada. You bow and wave at them, and they bow and wave back, Mao Shimada bouncing up and down as she waves enthusiastically with both arms. She chants your name repeatedly as you laugh and and chant hers back.
Upon hearing the commotion, Yuma peers out of the prep room, and clocks the four skaters. He groans to himself, resting his head against the doorframe. Now he will have an audience to your reaction. Glancing over at you, his heart all about stops - you look angelic, hair hung loose around your shoulders, the dim lights around the rink just barely touching your face, and your smile. Yuma sighs. That damn smile makes him weak at the knees. He fears one day you will find out what you do to him and then make him your servant for life. He hates the fact he doesn't mind the thought.
The skater is so lost in his own thoughts he doesn't notice the four women drawing closer. Once they're a few feet from the door, he tries to snap it shut so they don't see him staring, but alas, Ami notices immediately. She grabs the edge of the door and pulls it back open.
"Yuma-kun, are you loooooking at someone??" She grins. Mone gasps.
"I KNEW it," she whisper-shouts.
Kaori says nothing, but smiles a small smile at him behind her hand. She wordlessly grabs his wrist and pulls him towards the door, before shoving him out and closing it behind her with a resounding click. Yuma swallows, feeling suddenly light-headed. He peers around the edge of the wall separating the corridor from the stands, and notices you are completely engrossed in your camera once more. Now or never, he tells himself as he runs his fingers through his hair. He makes his way over to you, hoping he projects confidence, and stands directly in front of you.
"Hello," he says casually. Relaxed, that's what he's going for.
"Hiya, Yumie," you say, glancing up briefly before returning to your camera. No reaction. His heart sinks. Your fingers pause, and you raise your head again, slower this time, and take in the blonde. Your eyes widen before you break out into a smile and stand up face to face with him. You gasp exaggeratedly, clapping your hands together in delight.
"Your hair! It looks so good!" You half gasp, half squeal.
Yuma breaks out into a relieved smile.
You throw your arms around his shoulders without a second thought, pulling him into a hug, before pulling back to adjust his bangs with your hands.
Yuma thinks he's ascended into heaven.
Your bodies are still flush against each other, your hand is in his hair, and you are smiling at him like nothing else matters. You notice him staring, and look down at his soft expression. Your heart skips a beat. He slides his arm around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer, and you tighten your hold on him in response. In an ideal world, you would both stay there forever.
