You tied your ice skate laces before standing, walking over to the gate. You specifically went after people started leaving, because the crowding. The dim-ish lights lit parts of the large rink with sleek ice, only few skate marks. As you stepped on the ice with your skates, you looked up and noticed.. someone.

Aizawa was skating, sliding around, with his black thin uniform, long black hair tied back. He looked professional from the swift movements, his upper body just relaxed.