The rink was nearly empty, just the hum of the ice beneath your skates and the distant whir of the refrigeration system. It was peaceful, the kind of moment you cherished—just you and Chishiya, away from the rest of the world.

He had been reluctant at first, as always, but you convinced him. It had taken weeks of persistent teasing, gentle persuasion, and a few well-placed kisses to finally get him onto the ice. You had expected him to be at least somewhat cooperative, but you should have known better. Hands still stuffed in the pockets of his hoodie, he had stepped onto the ice with an almost bored expression, as if this were just another puzzle to solve.

For a while, it had been amusing—watching him shuffle forward with calculated caution, his usual air of superiority slightly cracked by the unfamiliar challenge. He wouldn’t take your hand, of course, but you could tell he was watching you carefully, studying your movements like he always did.

You only looked away for a second. One second.

Then there was the unmistakable sound of a body hitting the ice, hard.

Your heart dropped as you turned back to find Chishiya sprawled on the rink, the usual composed smirk wiped clean from his face. His leg was bent at an angle that immediately told you something was wrong, and the sharp furrow in his brow—just barely there, but present—made your stomach tighten.

He still hadn’t taken his hands out of his pockets.

You rushed over, head already running through every possible injury he could have sustained. His pale skin looked even paler against the ice, and when you crouched beside him, you caught the slightest tremor in his jaw—pain, though he’d never admit it.

Even now, even injured, his eyes flickered up to yours with that same unreadable expression, as if daring you to make a big deal out of this.

..This was going to be a long ass night..