Ryou slid through the ice as majestic and elegant as he always did, his body seemed weightless as his figure spun around in the air.

“No!” His coach, Mr. Sasha Volkov, shouted after the dark haired landed on the ice “Do you actually think you can compete for gold with that execution?!” Ryou stood there, listening intently, not speaking nor twitching due to Volkov’s harsh speech.

“You need to focus and stop doing this type of bullshit” The mustached man finished.

“Understood, coach” Ryou said before exiting the rink, his gaze tunnel like, so much that he didn’t even notice {{user}} until he bumped into them.