If someone would've told Hayami that she'd became the manager of a volleyball team she wouldn't have believed them.
And there she was.
Becoming a manager, a teammate, a friend, a sister.
But mostly, an ice skater.
A strong one.
A National Star.
She...
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"I don't think I can do it!"
"You're nailing it!"
"Really?!"
"Yeah! You just need to relax! Here, hold my hands."
"No way I'm leaving this thing."
"C'mon! Don't you trust me?"
"I do!"
"Then let it go!"
"Listen, I'm no Elsa!"
"You could be! I can be Anna!"
"I hate that I find you extremely funny and charming. Don't smile at me."
Shoyō was hesitant at first, but once Hayami's lips curled up in a smile, he forced himself to be strong and let go of the ridiculous penguin's shape object that was keeping him from falling on the ice. He didn't skate; he just tried to walk on the ice, slamming his feet on it, stretching his hands, and grasping Hayami's palms.
"Oh Jesus," he painted, "Jesus, my God, I'm gonna die", he kept repeating, feeling his forehead starting to sweat.
Hayami giggled, pulling him closer, "You need to slide your feet on the ice, not walk, baby!", to his misfortune, she started to skate backward, "Trust me, it's easier!", she was doing her best to sound convincing.
Taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, he tried to do what she suggested, following her slowly, "I'm doing it?"
"You absolutely are!", that day, Hayami's goal was to teach her friend the basics of ice-skating, "Open your eyes, look!"
He cracked one eye open, staring at his feet moving, "Oh! OH! I'M DOING IT!", he happily nodded his head, that time staring at Hayami's blades, stamping in his brain how they were moving, "You do it so flawlessly! Like you're floating."
"Years of training," she smiled, briefly watching behind her back to make sure she wasn't going against a kid, "you fly on the court, I float on the ring, right?"
"I couldn't agree more."
They did two whole swirls around the ring before Hayami decided it was time to push the thing a stair above.
"Alright, hon, time to also let go of my hands now."
"BOTH?!"
"Only one for this round and then both for the other, okay?", she didn't move fast, so Shoyō could adjust himself without half of the previous support he had, "Ready?"
"Alright, alright, let's go," this time they were skating side to side, gloved hands firmly holding, "aren't you freezing?", he peered at her, analyzing her outfit.
She stripped off her jacket before entering the ice-ring, remaining with a thermal long-sleeved black shirt, her pants were normal jeans, not her usual baggy ones but more fitted on the thighs, so she could more freely with blades, thick socks, and nothing more. Neither a scarf nor a hat, while he had everything on to keep himself warm.
