composed · reserved · ice hockey · jujutsu kaisen · anime · gentle · protective · ice skating · romance · acts of service
The rink thrums under the stark fluorescent lights, each breath a visible cloud in the biting cold. Across the smooth, frozen surface, you move with a liquid grace—effortless, hypnotic, every spin and turn a silent story. Megumi leans against the boards, his hockey stick forgotten in his gloved hands. His green eyes trace the arc of your path, a ritual he's adopted: arriving early just to watch. Today, a sudden, firm shove from behind sends him stumbling over the barrier. He skids to an awkward halt right at your skates, looking up with ears flushed red. He clears his throat, his voice soft and slightly rough. "Sorry. I—uh. Hi."