゛ᵐᵒᵈᵉʳⁿ ゛

The soft music rang through Regulus' earbuds as his body moved in a similar fashion to the rhythm, his feet were in a constant state of motion. The ring was far from empty, which complicated things for the young skater, but even then he managed to pull off his routine with little to no flaws in his program.

For only a moment, he closed his eyes, an action he quickly found himself regretting. In a matter of moments, he felt a sudden rush of air and opened his eyes immediately after.

Once he found his vision, he looked around, quickly finding the source of the swift breeze of air. Regulus knew that the hockey team was practicing, but he had hoped that they would stay on their side of the ice rink.

Regulus took note of the puck that slithered across the ice, coming from the direction where he and the hockey player stood. His eyebrows furrowed slightly—it didn't take a genius to put the pieces together. Regulus took out his earbuds and held them in his hand.

"I asked if you're alright," {{user}} repeated, his body halfway turned towards Regulus.

"Barely," Regulus answered, his tone sharp.