Songs For Us [English Version]

Seven. There's only one like her.

"No! It's too early!" she complained when Irene threw the blanket away from her. 'Out' Irene growled in russian and then a cold hand touched her naked legs and she jumped away like a scared bunny.

"You know I have when people do that while I'm sleeping!"

"Yes" The woman hummed.

Irene was in a good mood but her, dragged out of bed with a cruel trick, felt the opposite. Fifteen minutes later as she held a hot cup of coffee in her hands, her mood lifted up inmediatly -the wonders of coffee.

As they walked their way to the rink in Montreal, Gilian yawned grumpily and Irene answered a phone call, so without anything else to entertain her, she took her phone out of her pocket.

From: Spicy Nam 🔥

4:45a.m.

Good luck, small human.

From: SuperJavi💪 -Online-

Certain boy is nervous...

Just thought you should know 😉

'Certain boy' had a name, and they had only spoken twice, she couldn't just go and ask him if he was nervous.

From: SuperJavi -Last seen 8.22a.m.-

Also, ask him about anime.

You two connect, and I'm saved from my misery

Sounds great, doesn't it?😁

She almost bursted out laughing in the sidewalk. Yes, she wanted nothing but to talk with her idol about anime. Javi was quite insistent nevertheless.

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Yuzuru's leg frantically moving against the carpeted floor was the only noise in the car. He was 10 minutes away from the ice rink, but the car was stuck in the traffic. The long waiting was tearing his nerves apart. He wanted -needed- to skate, two months of rest were still too fresh in his memory. His coach, Brian Orser, glanced at him. The skater's anxiety was tangible in the air.

"Hurry up! C'mon!" someone shouted on the sidewalk. He raised his eyebrows. They were close to the rink, so it was normal to run into another skater, but... her?

A brown haired girl wearing a sports attire carried a bag in one hand and with the other pulled a tall figure, urgingly.

Those two again.

Dalia and... that Blondie boy he didn't know the name. He wondered if they realized just how outstanding they were. But behind them, a tall, blonde, austere woman surrounded by noisy teenagers was even more prominent.

Later, as he headed to practice rink three, his eyes traveled through the rink next to his and he found them again. She was spinning gorgeously a level four layback variation, her back bending until it almost touched her foot. Coach Irene was staring in silence -the girl could also keep her coach quiet.

Without thinking, he opened the crystal door. He blinked, and stepped back. That bothered him, was he backing away from the girl?

Clenching his jaw he walked to the rink's door. He bowed and touched the ice respectfully. Then he glided fast across the rink, smiling when the wind moved his bangs. It felt so good to be on the ice! He dodged people easily and then he discovered hazel eyes fixed on him.

He nodded and she put her water bottle away to nod in response. Her coach told her something and she replied quickly before going back to practice. Without hesitating, she did some combos and an impressively fast step sequence. Lost, he found himself staring, noticing changes here and there.