I Love You On Thin Ice // kazuscara

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T/W: Slight mentions of Sexual Tension

He was like a crane, soaring on the ice. 

Every leap, every twizzle carried his sincere emotions. Every step he took on the ice was like the passage of time, linking his stories together. 

On the ice, he was an art piece. A masterpiece that deserved to be seen by more. A showpiece that Scaramouche would weep before, absolutely swayed by his sophisticated beauty. It was astonishing how art could make us feel.

Kazuha prepared for a quad lutz, Scaramouche knew that entry preparation well. It was how Scaramouche himself had always jumped his quads. 

His eyes fixed on Kazuha, his eyebrows furrowed slightly as his insides clenched. He had never seen Kazuha do a quad lutz. The most he has taught Kazuha was a quad toe loop. The lutz jump was much more far-fetched than the toe loop. It required you to spin the other way around, and he has no idea if Kazuha would be capable of doing the lutz only after a few days of learning the quad toe loop.

His fists clenched. A shudder buzzed through his entire body. His lips pressed into a thin line, he was ready for an expected fall. After all, the lutz was an extremely challenging jump. Even Scaramouche himself would sometimes fall on that jump, let alone someone who had just conquered the quad toe loop not too long ago. 

One... two... three... four... 

Scaramouche counted in his head, his whole body leaning forwards towards the rink. Kazuha was so close to an under-rotation, Scaramouche's entire body tensed up at the sight. One wrong move and his entire jump is exempt from his final mark. 

And, land.

Kazuha's feet made contact with the ice at just the right moment, swinging his feet out to keep balance. 

Scaramouche exhaled, letting out a breath he didn't realize he was holding. Why was he so invested in Kazuha's performance anyway? He could be doing things much better than staring stupidly at someone gliding on ice, but his eyes were stuck on Kazuha. 

He was like a moving camera, and Kazuha was his focus. Capturing everything that he does, capturing his beauty in all angels. 

The crowd roared with cheers when he landed a clean quad lutz, the stadium chanting his name aloud in unison.

"Kaedehara Kazuha! Kaedehara Kazuha! Kaedehara Kazuha!" they cantillated, every syllable of his name sending shivers down Scaramouche's spine.

Scaramouche rose from his seat, pacing over towards the rim of the rink. Chants of Kazuha's name grew louder as he performed another quad toe loop.

He leaned against the rim, his entire body dipping towards the center of the rink.

"KAEDEHARA KAZUHA!" He screamed, voice cracking a little. But he didn't care. Hands beside his mouth to amplify his voice, he wanted his voice to overwrite the loud cheering. 

Kazuha jolted a little at the call of his name. He whipped his head around towards the crowd, looking for that one person that screamed his name so loud he could hear the slight voice crack. 

Kazuha noticed Scaramouche looking at him outside of the rink. They shared a brief glance with each other before Kazuha skated towards Scaramouche. Kazuha was still halfway through his choreography, but now, he wanted to tell Scaramouche that he did it.

That he had made the quad. 

He glided towards Scaramouche, squeezing his hand a little.  

See? I did it. He wanted to say, but he still had half the choreography waiting to be finished. He let go of Scaramouche's hand regretfully, and skated towards the middle in preparation for a spin.