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Izuna has never been stood up like this by a friend before. He was supposed to meet Kisuke at the ice rink ten minutes ago, and only now he got a text from him that he couldn’t make it. Great. Wasn’t it Kisuke’s idea to go here? Would Izuna just go and have a nice few hours alone now? He decided he would. He didn’t have anything else planned for tonight anyway, and he was more than capable of having fun without someone else for once. So, resembling more a disgruntled cat than a human, he entered the ice hall and recieved the rental skates.
He was about to go on his way when the vendor asked him “You are aware that you have, like less than an hour left, right?”
“Huh? Why’s that? I thought you’re open ‘till 9?”
“Yeah, usually. But were closing earlier these weeks. Figure skating competition is soon, the professionals need space to train, so we have to close early.” He informs Izuna, overly bored. Seems like he must have had to explain this to every second person lately.
“Oh alright, but that’s fine. Thank you for informing me.” It was most certainly not fine for Izuna. Not only were his plans with Kisuke cancelled last minute (or more like ten minutes too late), and now he’s got less than an hour to make a fool of himself on the ice alone. He was resembling an extremely disgruntled cat by now. He probably wouldn’t have minded being stupid on the ice with Kisuke, but now he had to do it alone.
He should have just gone home. But then Madara probably would have been annoying about all kinds of shit. If he didn’t work on Saturdays, he was even more annoying than usual, like a dog that didn’t get any excercise the whole day.
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Surprisingly, it was quite fun. Although he was holding onto the wall, only sometimes going a metre or two without, until he could hold on again. It was also quite enjoyable to watch the other people having fun.
Now he was unsteadily and slowly skating along the wall, when he saw someone in the distance. A young man, standing outside the rink, putting on a pair of black gloves. And he looked… unique. Uniquely… beautiful? Was he beautiful? He was very pale, with hair to match his skin tone and facial features resembling an angel. He stepped onto the ice, revealing his perfectly sculpted body. Those long, thin but muscular legs, and the narrow waist shown off through the tight, thin jacket. Perfect posture and graceful movements seeming almost magical. His whole outfit was a harsh black, a perfect contrast to this soft complexion.
Before Izuna could notice, he was falling. In a way it felt like an eternity, but at the same time he was lying on the ground in less than a second. Fuck this. Day ruined. He didn’t even want to get up. So he was just sitting there for a second or two, contemplating his life. All those little kids were better at this than him. He really should have just gone ho-
“Are you alright?” Suddenly those legs he was just admiring were right infront of him. He slowly looked up, scanning the black figure up close, until he met his eyes. Those eyes. So light they appeared slightly red, looking at him slightly concerned, but also seemed to be almost looking through him. Noticing he was staring at the man, he averted his gaze and only then spotted the outstreched hand.
“Oh, uhm, yeah sure I’m okay.” He quickly took the offered hand and was helped up. Upon standing he wobbled and almost fell backwards right again. The man was fast to react and grabbed both of Izunas upper arms to steady him.
Less than one second of Izuna standing again, he was alone again. Izuna was absolutey gobsmacked and could only stand there.
Why did it have to be the pretty guy to help him up after he so stupidly fell like this.
He figured the little time he had would be up soon, so he made his way off the ice. After he freed his feet from the cheap rental skates, he sat on the bleachers and watched the rink slowly clearing of people. Only a few remained, probably the professional skaters. Again and again, he spotted the pretty guy, who also didn’t leave the rink, continuing doing some rounds. Oh, so he’s a professional at this, huh. Even better. Anyone could see that the people remaining on the rink were not just doing this as a hobby, some were already doing small jumps or figures Izuna might have seen on television before. He mostly watched the white haired man though.
Only then, he caught his eye. They held gazes. Izuna sitting there on the bleachers, him skating, looking at him from afar. Izuna thought he saw a small smirk on the man’s face, as if he knew Izuna was observing him the whole time.
When he had to skate in a different direction again, they were forced to break the eye contact. Izuna took that chance to leave the ice hall quickly.
“How was your meet up with Kisuke?” Madara was sitting at the table, already eating dinner.
“He cancelled last minute, his mam wouldn’t let him leave the house after that math test. I went alone.” Izuna threw his bag and shoes on the ground in the hallway of their small flat. He went to grab a plate of dinner too and sat down across from Madara.
As soon as he sat, Madara looked at him with narrowed eyes. “What?” Izuna asked.
“Who did you meet?”
“Huh?” He might have thought about the pretty guy his whole way home, but he couldn’t put these interactions, even less the guy, into proper words.
“Don’t play dumb, Izuna. I know you better than you do. Who did you meet?”
“Noone.” He avoided Madara’s eyes as best as possible, apparently his brother can read him like an open book.
“Alright, if you don’t want to tell me about that person, how about you tell me about your plans for after school?”
Izuna took his food and left to eat in his room.