As Akaashi tied his laces in the changing room, he stared up on the beauty in front of him. His sweet darling. His "beloved" he calls her in his head. As they came out together with conjoined hands and lifted up arms, the crowd instantly cheers for the two. In that skin tight black shirt and form fitting black trousers, he looked upon her with a tiny smile on his lips. Although he could never show her, he danced on the ice with her in perfect harmony and admiration in his heart for the kindness and elegance she exuded on the rink.

And when it was time for the crescendo, he whispered to her.

"Don't worry. I'll catch you." He gave a small nod with a blank expression and got in his position. As you skated with speed closer and closer towards his arms, he could only think of one thing.

"I'll catch you my beloved."