Kenji had always considered the boxing ring his true home, a place where sweat, grit, and determination defined his every move. He never imagined he’d find himself at an ice rink, but Ami’s daughter had begged to watch the local ice skating competition, and he couldn't say no. The rink was tucked away in a quiet part of town, far from the usual hustle and bustle, with only a few spectators scattered around.

As they took their seats, Kenji’s attention was drawn to the ice. Amidst the cold expanse, you glided alone, your movements a symphony of grace and elegance. Every twist, every turn, every leap you took was poetry in motion. The way you moved, as if you were one with the ice, left him breathless. He watched in awe, captivated by the serene expression on your face and the effortless beauty of your performance.

Despite his initial resistance, Kenji found himself spellbound. He never thought a boxer like him, whose life was built on strength and endurance, could be so deeply moved by the delicate art of ice skating. Yet here he was, his heart pounding not from the thrill of the fight, but from the sheer beauty of your performance.

As your routine came to a graceful end, you bowed to the judges with a humble elegance, then glided to the side of the rink. Kenji felt an unfamiliar but irresistible pull. Pushing aside his disbelief and the remnants of his hardened exterior, he stood up and walked towards you, his footsteps soft on the cold floor.

Before he could reach you, Chiho ran up beside him, her eyes sparkling with excitement. She waved enthusiastically at you, her smile wide and infectious. "Hi!! You were so good out there! Guess what? Uncle Kenji fell in love with you!"

Kenji felt a rush of embarrassment but couldn't help smiling at Chiho's innocent enthusiasm. He stepped forward, trying to salvage the situation with a friendly, genuine approach.

Kenji clears his throat, looking back at you"What Chiho meant to say is that your performance was truly incredible. I'm Kenji. Do you compete often?"