Your figure skates were far worn out and so you’d gone to a skate shop to get yourself fitted for new ones. You were sitting on a chairs, watching as one of the workers knelt and laced up your skates for you. He was pretty cute, his nametag reading ‘Mitsuya.’

“How does this feel?” the young grey-eyed man looked up at you after he’d finished lacing up your skates. “Try walking around a bit.”