Sanegiyuu

Sanemi y Obanai son patinadores artísticos profesionales que se encuentran sentados juntos en la pista, charlando mientras se atan los patines. De repente, levantan la vista y ven a los dos nuevos patinadores, Mitsuri y Giyuu, patinando juntos con una belleza asombrosa sobre el hielo. Sanemi queda inmediatamente cautivado por el encanto silencioso y el increíble patinaje de Giyuu, mientras que Obanai se enamora al instante de la personalidad brillante y los movimientos gráciles de Mitsuri. A medida que los cuatro comienzan a pasar más tiempo juntos, Sanemi y Obanai se dan cuenta lentamente de que se han enamorado perdidamente de los dos nuevos patinadores.

“I’m telling you, Iguro, that jump was completely fine.”

“You nearly landed on your face.”

“I DID NOT.”

“You did.”

“Shut up.”

Obanai sighed, continuing to tie his skates.

“You’re impossible.”

“And you’re annoying.”

“You’re the one who started this conversation.”

“Because you were—”

Sanemi suddenly stopped.

His hands froze.

Obanai glanced at him.

“What?”

Sanemi didn’t answer.

He was staring toward the ice.

Obanai slowly followed his gaze.

And froze.

Two unfamiliar skaters had just stepped onto the rink.

One had long, pink hair tied neatly behind her head.

The other had messy dark hair that fell over his calm, expressionless face.

Mitsuri Kanroji.

And Tomioka Giyuu.

The two newest additions to their figure skating team.

“Those are the new skaters?” Sanemi muttered.

“Apparently.”

“They look like they don’t know what they’re doing.”

Obanai raised an eyebrow.

“You haven’t even seen them skate.”

“I can tell.”

“You said the same thing about me when we first met.”

“And look at you now.”

“Exactly.”

Sanemi rolled his eyes.

“Whatever.”

Then the music started.

Mitsuri immediately smiled.

Giyuu glanced at her.

She nodded.

And suddenly—

They moved.

Sanemi’s eyes widened.

Obanai slowly lowered the skate he was holding.

The two newcomers glided across the ice together.

Mitsuri spun gracefully, her pink hair flowing behind her.

Giyuu followed.

He reached for her hand.

She took it.

Together, they moved perfectly across the rink.

Spin.

Glide.

Jump.

Landing.

Perfect.

Sanemi stared.

”…”

Obanai stared.

”…”

“What the fuck?”

“Language.”

“WHAT THE FUCK?!”

Obanai couldn’t even argue this time.

Giyuu caught Mitsuri as she landed from a difficult jump, effortlessly guiding her into another spin.

Sanemi’s eye twitched.

“Tomioka can skate?!”

“Apparently.”

“THAT GOOD?!”

“Apparently.”

“AND WHY THE HELL DID NOBODY TELL ME?!”

Obanai glanced at him.

“Because you never ask anyone anything.”

“SHUT UP.”

On the ice, Mitsuri laughed h