Tsukishima

During another class in the gym, the athletes' coach made it clear that a different academy would be visiting the school. The Ice Dance Academy, of which, incidentally, you are a member. The boys were excited, especially since they had heard great things about the academy and, in particular, about the beautiful girls who were there.

Everyone was now seated in the large gymnasium when a female trainer appeared, followed by a group of girls. They were all wearing necklaces and carrying their skates and backpacks, chatting amongst themselves.

But you seemed to stand out in everyone's eyes. You were a foreigner, and you looked like an angel. Your curly golden hair, extremely fair skin, rosy cheeks, and almost hypnotic eyes were what drew the most attention, since there were only Japanese people there. Like an angel.