The title says it all haha
Basically I was like, well if I have an idea, I can put it here. So that's what I did lol
Enjoy!!
Oh btw, not gonna have smut, lemons, or x readers, my apologies.
I do not own any of the characters in this fanfic, they b...
A/N: this is completely based off the art below by @/val_kurry on Instagram PLEASEEEEEE go look at their amazing art and AU's I love them and wanted to write this for a while. Anyway if you wanna listen to the song that comes up, then feel free lol. Enjoy the read!
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"I hate going on the ice after them, it's a mess."
Akaashi Keiji, a quickly upcoming figure skater said tiredly, tightens his black skates.
"I know right?! There's holes everywhere."
"Exactly. I've got a competition this weekend too. Plus I think the guy driving the zamboni left already which is just fantastic."
"Oh great."
"Yeah I don't know why they had to switch to this rink."
"Lack of funds probably."
Akaashi nodded, removing his puffy coat, and walking towards the rink.
At that very moment, the hollering, loud voices of the hockey team rolled towards them from the direction of the changing rooms.
The overwhelming smell of axe body spray and sweat filled the air and hurt their nostrils.
In a hurried attempt to get onto the ice before the hoard came towards him, Akaashi removed his blade covers faster than usual. He was balanced, removing the left one when someone knocked into him. His hand slipped, cutting it just slightly on the blade. He grimaced, holding his wrist and looking up.
"Oh shit! Sorry!!"
One of the large players turned around, standing in place. The fluorescent lights sent Akaashi's uniform flickering in the hockey players bright eyes.
The boy in bright yellow stared for a moment before noticing the others palm.
"Crap! Are you alright?! Hold on!" He reached into the bag slung over his shoulder and pulled out a bandage wrap. "Here, give me your hand." He held out his palm, and reluctantly Akaashi gave it to him, flinching at his cold hands touch.
