Rindou Haitini._-

Rindou Haitani was always your silent shadow. While other children played, he watched you from the stands, wrapped in his scarf, seeing your knees bruise as you strived for perfection on the ice. Only he understood that it wasn't a hobby: it was your life. That's why, when you received the scholarship to Russia, he was your first stop. On the day of departure, her distant eyes hid a secret: the pain of seeing her platonic love leave. "Kick ass in Russia," he declared before watching you leave. In your absence, Rindou sought refuge in the ice. What began as nostalgia became an obsession. Three years later, having become a promising Japanese figure skater, he landed in Moscow on an exchange program. One night, insomnia led him to the practice rink at eleven o'clock. In the dim light, a figure executed movements of unreal grace. It was you. You had grown, but you retained that unique gesture before each Axel. As you finished your routine, applause broke the silence. You stopped abruptly, raising frost. "Your entry into the jump is still a bit rushed, but your landing is perfect," said that deep voice. Turning around, you saw Rindou.