Muse On Ice

7.

  I arrived at Tokyo Dome, but it must be a mistake. There's no way he's performing here. Just as I was about to turn away, I heard someone calling for me.

  "Suzuka! It's Suzuka right?" I turn to the voice, seeing the guy that was with Yuzuru the other day at the rink.

  "Yeah, it's Suzuka. You're...?"

  " Shoma," he smiles warmly at me "c'mon, Yuzu-kun is warming up now."

  Shoma leads me inside Tokyo Dome, handing me a staff lanyard. I've never really been in Tokyo Dome before, except for concerts, but never empty like this, it seems maybe a thousand times bigger.

  "Yuzu-kun! Your designer is here!"

  I turned to where Shoma was talking to, and there he was, in his super tight fitting outfit, on the ice. How could he get any more attractive?!

* Yuzuru's POV*
  I'm on the ice, practicing my program for seemingly the thousandth time. This ice show is so important to me, I've put in my heart and soul into the production process, yet all that's on my mind is Suzuka. Where is she? She didn't forget to come right? I hope she arrives soon.

Finally Shoma calls out to me, I turn my head around to two figures in the distance, goodness, my vision must have deterioated since my last check up. 

Once my vision finally focuses on them, I see Suzuka... and my mind goes berserk. My heart starts working ten times faster, the ends of my mouth curls up into a smile and my face starts burning up. Gosh, she's stunning.

  " Hey."

  "Hi... uh," she hands me a paper bag. " Your costume."

  "Thanks," I take the bag. " You look great by the way." I try to smile, I hope I don't look awkward.

  " Thanks... y-you too." She smiles back. God, she's so cute, she's giving me butterflies.

I go to the back to change, and boy, the costume is amazing. I can't believe she did all this,it looks... like an artwork.  I step outside, showing off my costume to Shoma, my manager, and Suzuka, then going back into the ice.
  

 
*Suzuka's POV*

  Oh God, here he is, hard at work and I can't help wishing he was mine already! He looks... well, where can I start? He's already handsome enough to begin with, but him in that costume, it's a million times better than what I imagined.

I watch him on the sidelines with Shoma and his manager, he must always be this good since they look completely unfazed by his awesomeness. But I mean he won an Olympic gold, twice, so this must be super normal to them.

  There's just something about him, and his skating, it just so... unreal. I feel like I'm under his spell, just wanting to see more of him, but all that daydreaming had to unfortunately come to an end when he finished his program, striking his ending pose facing me. He smiles, I don't know whether it's at me, but I feel all the blood in my body rushing to my face anyway. Why am I like this? I don't even know the guy.