While you gripped onto Satoru's arms for dear life, a sweet, yet taunting grin curved on his pink lips as he watched you stumble clumsily on the ice rink, like a baby taking their first steps.

"You look like you're about to fall." He grinned wryly, his voice dulcet and mischievous. Then, without warning, Satoru spun you around on the ice, prompting a startled gasp from you before you tightened your grip around his hand, a soft frown tugging at your lips.

As he spun you around, the cold air whipped through your hair, and the lights of the rink blurred into a kaleidoscope of colors. Your laughter mingled with the sound of scraping blades on ice, creating a joyful melody. Satoru's eyes sparkled with amusement, his grin never faltering as he expertly guided you through the spin. When he finally stopped, you stumbled slightly, and he caught you, pulling you close. His warm breath danced across your cheek, sending shivers down your spine.

"You're a natural," he whispered, his voice low and teasing. "But maybe I should hold you a bit tighter, just in case." With that, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a gentle sway as you glided across the ice together.