I Love You On Thin Ice // kazuscara

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"My apologies for arriving so late," A round woman with her hair tied into a briskly-made ponytail apologized, handing both Scaramouche and Kazuha each a piece of candy as redemption. 

It was a mint-flavored hard candy, what coincidence that Scaramouche hated mint with a burning passion? He rolled his eyes, tucking the candy inside his pocket to throw it out or give it to Childe after. Throwing out the candy in front of the woman's face was, after all, not a pleasant sight to behold. 

Kazuha, popping the mint candy in his mouth, noticed him stuffing the minty sweet into his pocket. 

"Don't like mint?" he asked, the solid candy swishing in his mouth, hitting his teeth frequently making a ticking sound. Scaramouche tensed up at the noise, wondering how people could remain so unaffected despite eating the next closest thing to poison. 

Scaramouche sighed, "Never did, they taste like they're going to burn my mouth." he responded, crossing his arms, "Why do you care?" 

"So that I know what to give and what not to give you as a gift in the future?" Kazuha grinned. Scaramouche gave Kazuha a punch in the face without mercy, leaving a slight pink mark across his right cheek.

"Ouch," Kazuha chucked, "so aggressive for such an elegant figure skater on the ice, don't you think?" he touched his right cheek, covering it with his palm. Peering down at Scaramouche, he smiled. 

Scaramouche scoffed, "Stop looking and smiling at me like that," he put a hand up between him and Kazuha, "it's weird. Plus, I just punched you in the face, aren't you angered?" 

Kazuha let out a laugh, "I should be, but I'm not." removing his eyes off Scaramouche, "I don't see the value in arguing and developing hatred towards something that is not worth my time." 

Scaramouche furrowed his eyebrows at the ostensibly passive comment, shooting a glare at Kazuha. Tracing his glance around Kazuha's silhouette, he scowled. He had never hated anyone so much until right now, so much so he could rip his legs off, ending his figure skating career ever since. He clutched his fists, resisting the urge to slap Kazuha in the face until his perfect skin turns into a pulp of indescribable matter. 

Kazuha noticed Scaramouche staring at him, and gave another hearty smile. 

Scaramouche wanted to rip that mouth right off of his face, he'd be much more beautiful if he was mute. 

A voice interrupted the tension between Scaramouche and Kazuha, signaling them the interview was set up. 

"Mr. Scaramouche, Mr. Kaedehara, please come in! The seats are all wiped and disinfected for you!" The chubby woman grinned, whispering to the cameraman about something before backing away to a reasonable distance. Outside of the camera's view; her voice still clearly heard like a crisp. 

Scaramouche gave Kazuha a push, almost enough to make him topple over. Walking past Kazuha, he tilted his head to signal him to follow along; his expression appalled seeing Kazuha hogging the interviewers' time.

"Seeing as this Olympic event was the first time you two had ever met on camera," the woman began, "what are your impressions on each other so far?" 

Scaramouche gaped his mouth, wanting to spill every little detail he hated about Kazuha before realizing the camera pointing in front of them, ready to capture every slip-up that occurs. 

He swallowed, eyebrows furrowed as he searched far and wide in his memories to find at least one or two things he admired about Kazuha. 

"I think he's a very good figure skater," Kazuha said with a polite smile, "I've always seen him on TV, his skills are absolutely outstanding, and I also think his taste of music is similar to that of mine. I'm very honored to meet him outside of my TV screen, it truly is something once in a lifetime." he laughed lightly, turning his head to look at Scaramouche.