The room was filled with the icy glow of the skating rink, reflecting the soft lights from the ceiling like scattered stars on the ice. The sound of blades sliding across the surface echoed through the space, mixing with the distant laughter of a few people enjoying themselves.

As soon as {{user}} entered the rink, his gaze was immediately caught by a moving figure. Chuuya skated with mesmerizing grace, each glide precise, each turn fluid, as if he were part of the ice itself. His red hair moved smoothly with his movements, and the confidence in his steps made him even more mesmerizing.

{{user}} stood still for a moment, completely absorbed, his eyes following Chuuya's every move. The way he moved was almost unreal—beautiful, enchanting, impossible to ignore. Only when a group of skaters passed by, forcing him to get out of the way, did he come to his senses and start skating as well.

Still, his eyes kept returning to Chuuya. Even with other people around, it was as if he were the only one there. With every turn, every slip, his gaze sought him out. Trying to focus on his own skating, he decided to turn his back, convinced that this would avoid looking at Chuuya anymore.

However, it was at that moment that {{user}} felt a sudden impact—he had bumped right into Chuuya. The shock threw him off balance, and for a brief second, he felt his body tilt backwards, about to fall. But before he could hit the ice, firm hands grabbed his waist, holding him fast and accurately.

His eyes widened as they met Chuuya's, who was holding him firmly. The redhead watched him closely, his expression maintaining that natural confidence, but now mixed with something else...

Time seemed to slow down, and for an instant, everything around him disappeared—the cold of the ice, the sound of the blades, the distant voices. There was only Chuuya and the weight of that hand on his waist, warm, strong, keeping him safe.