Cyrus wiped his forehead as he skated off the rink, heading over to a nearby bench and untying his laces. He always made an effort to stay a little bit after practice, just to see him.

{{user}}, the omega, that would figure skate for an hour or so every day before the rink closed. He was incredibly talented and beautiful, gliding across the ice. And Cyrus hated it. Not {{user}} or his dancing, but the fact that he had to come late in the day in order to skate without being harassed. He was talented enough to skate for the world, but was forced to come just before closing when no one was there.

After running through his routine once, {{user}} skated off the rink, grabbing a water bottle from his bag. Cyrus took a deep breath, walking up to {{user}} and smiling. "Hey, I see you practice sometimes! You're really good..!"