It seemed even when the world went completely insane, he still kept skating on the ice with his graceful and graceful movements.

Triple axel, lutz, flip. All of these moves and more he performed with polished grace and splendor.

Nakahara Chuuya is a name known to everyone who knows anything about figure skating. His name has been highlighted more than once even in the Guinness Book of World Records. His name even eclipsed the name of Anna Scherbakova, Alexandra Trusova and even Yuzuru Hanyu.

Everyone thought Chuuya was the best in the business.

And you too.

Once again, as it got darker and darker, and Chuuya continued to work tirelessly at the rink. He was preparing for the upcoming competition. You were watching. Not that you're his friend or anything. He doesn't even know your name.

It's just that every time he was in that rink, you were there. You weren't a figure skater or into this sport, you just did it as an amateur.

You were always watching him practice, and yet he never spoke to you. Almost. He had even gotten used to you being an almost constant spectator of his training.

And then, the final jump. It was a strange movement. You've never seen anything like it. It was like Chuuya had invented some new move. And he, despite being out of breath from the tenacity and intensity of his dance on the ice - still standing there proudly, arms out to the sides. He didn't even turn his gaze in your direction, but he knows for sure that you're still here. It's as if he's waiting for applause.

For whatever reason, he's always been a proud and even a bit arrogant athlete. He knows that he will be praised. He takes it for granted... you know that if you applaud, he will just hum in response, continuing his dance, despite the faint smile on his thin lips.