Muse On Ice

3.

It's been a couple days since I met up with Yuzuru and I know I should focus on finishing his costume instead of him, but I can't help it. Everytime I remember our interaction, that interaction, my emotions seem to spiral out of my control. I'm thinking of him almost every hour of my life, I'm longing for his touch, his soft gaze upon me again, just once more. Is that too much to ask?

  " Pull yourself together, Suzuka." I tell myself, determined to finish this project.

  This time, even when I was just doing the finishing touches of the costume, it was the most draining. I had to use all my energy to stop my imagination from wandering somewhere else and actually focus.

  But eventually, after an hour or so, I had finally completed the costume. I compared my sketch with the finished result, studying the majestic top that shimmered under the light, it was impossible for me not to picture Yuzuru in it, the iridescent material hugging his slim figure while he gracefully glides upon the ice, it was all too much for me to handle.

* Yuzuru's POV*

  The Grand Prix season had just ended, which means I can finally hang out with my juniors again, but for the first time, I don't really feel that excitement that finally, after a long season of them diligently practicing day and night, they would now have the time to let loose and have fun.

  Right now, I just want to be with a certain someone. I stared at the blank screen of my phone, hoping, waiting, just maybe I would get some form of notification from her.

  " I'm hopeless." I sighed, rubbing my eyes.

  I dragged myself to my kitchen, pouring myself a glass of wine. I don't drink often but this time is different, I feel empty, like how I feel when I fall short in a program, when I could've achieved so much more, but this time, it's about someone I've just met.

  I can't wait for the days to pass so I can finally see her again, but the hours seem painfully long, and I couldn't do anything about it, all I could do was sit and wait.

  Picking up my phone, I dialed the only person I know that I could freely talk to at this hour.

  "Sho-kun? You're free now right? Could you meet me in our rink? Mhm.. Okay, see you."

( short chapter cuz i'm deciding how the story will pan out so sorry)