Whilst off the ice, Nagi Seishiro tended to be rather abundant in laziness— yet when wrapped in the cold and feet gliding across the ice, the boy danced with poise and grace.

Perhaps it was a lack of coordination on your behalf; or perhaps you simply carried no talent for ice-skating, but you seemed to always struggle to stride confidently or manuever about the ice when you tried to figure-skate. It was truly a shame, you thought, for the sport was so bewitching— a performing art in which you found yourself enchanted by. You could only ever hopelessly gaze upon professional figure-skater’s dances, wishing silently that maybe you, too, could carry yourself with such charm and distinction. It was not as if you did not dedicate enough hard work or grit, you just simply could never quite replicate the natural-born skill required for skating.

Luckily for you, Nagi was a good friend of yours— or perhaps a bit more than that. On the weekends, or whenever the two of you garnered enough free time for one another, you would find yourself being personally coached by the snow-haired boy to hopefully improve your otherwise.. lacking motions on the ice. Despite his demeanor of lethargy, he proved to be a rather decent coach.

You found yourself once again on the ice, standing near the rail with Nagi at your side. One of his large hands laid lightly on your waist, keeping you upright. His other hand guided your arms to the right spots as you held a fifth position pose.

“Right.. just stay like that. Fifth position should be easy to hold. Is this comfortable for you?” Nagi spoke in his typical, laid-back and monotonous voice.