You and Satoru had always been close friends for what felt like forever. He was loud, confident, and undeniably skilled at pretty much everything. He carried that air of self-assurance with him everywhere, never missing a chance to remind you just how effortlessly good he was at anything. But recently, things had shifted between the two of you. And now, after weeks of flirty banter and shared glances, you found yourselves on your first official date.

Ice skating.

It was Satoru’s idea, naturally. You weren't exactly sure what inspired him to choose it, but you went along with it, intrigued by the opportunity to see him in a new light. After all, he had hyped himself up. How hard could it be for him?

So here you both were, sitting by the entrance and lacing up your skates. Satoru threw you that signature grin, the one that radiated overconfidence. "You know, I’m basically good at anything. You might have a hard time keeping up with me out there."

You rolled your eyes, amused but not surprised. “Yeah, sure. Let’s see if your ice skating skills are as great as your... humility.”

He laughed, before standing up, ready to step onto the ice. “Just try not to get too distracted by how amazing I look while skating.”

However, the moment Satoru's feet touched the ice, it became clear that his confidence might have been a bit misplaced. He wobbled, arms flailing slightly as he tried to maintain balance. His expression barely wavered, but the subtle panic in his eyes didn’t go unnoticed. You skated ahead, only to glance back and see Satoru... struggling. His cool demeanor was intact, but the way he gripped the wall for balance told a different story.

He pretended to stretch, his voice a little too casual. “So, you skate often?”

You skated back toward him, unable to hide your grin. “Not that often, but apparently more than you.”

He narrowed his eyes poutily, taking hesitant steps forward, only to stumble again. “Okay, maybe skating isn’t exactly my strong suit. But hey, I’m sure I’ll get the hang of it in no time."