He laughs as the other repeats the words that he had said only a few moments ago and the small pout from the other doesn’t go unnoticed by Yuzuru. “Well… I am an athlete..” He shrugs shyly. Shuffling through his duffle bag, Yuzuru swipes up his bottle of water and presses the opening to his lips. He wasn’t sure though whether he would call himself soft looking per say. He had received other comments such as cute, cheerful, etc., but soft was a first.

“Well.. let me know if you need any other help!” He chimes, but after his words, trailed a small pause, and was followed by a brief silence. Now that he has a better look at the other, this person seemed kind of familiar. It seemed like he had appeared somewhere, perhaps on TV? Yuzuru wasn’t familiar with the idol world in Korea, and he was never an avid fan of the entertainment industry to begin with, but it did seem like he has seen the other somewhere. Since he thought it to be rude of him to ask, he just continued drinking from his bottle of water to quench both his thirst and curiosity. Though he does have to say, the other was handsome enough to be an idol if scouted. 

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It was terribly chilly in the ice skating rink but again, it has always been chilly up here in the surface. Ever since this particular soul was breathed into this body, there was this chill that remained with her. Winter was definitely a terrible time for her and it was during those times Anastasia wished she was able to follow her dear brother to Hell where warmth was promised. 

Such beauty and grace. That, Anastasia has to admit as she observed the figure dancing in the middle of the ice rink accompanied by music that was calm at first then the mood changed to something more exciting where it could even rattle the heart. It was customary for her to watch over those that Alastair sponsored. It was keeping his ‘assets’ in check. Not that she minded looking over this one, it was entertaining at least. 

Focusing on the moves and taking on each element one at a time, Yuzuru followed everything he had practiced. The amount of hours he had poured into his program, the amount of adjustments he had made just so the movements can artistically harmonize with the music. He knew that he had to skate this free program clean if he were to get gold for the worlds. 

He knew the odds were against him from the mistake he had made from the short program. However, what has been done is done. There was no turning back time. The only thing he could do was look forward. Throughout the competitive season, there are always sponsors or interviewers from the sidelines seeking out potential opportunities to slip in for a chit-chat or to check on his performance. Even before the performance even begins, the competition had already begun outside the rink. After his practice slot time was over, he glides over towards the board for a drink of water, only to notice a lady dressed in red, his sponsor. He had always found his sponsors intimidating at times. However, this one especially. Her gaze seemed a little too cold for his liking, making the other seemed unapproachable.