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(Character drawing Is what I imagen y/n to be but they can look like however you want) If I can't perform this there will be no point in going forward. I won’t be able to skate and my reputation will be ruined.
But here I am at a new school in the middle of competition season.
I had to move schools because I didn’t get any privacy as they had promised me. Today I had to say goodbye to Shiritorizawa and hello to Fukurodani or however, it’s pronounced, I don't really care. It’s my last year and I know what I need to do. One, achieve good grades, which I’m bound to do since I’m a genius; and get into the Olympics. That’s my goal for this year.
“Class we have a new student joining us today. Please introduce yourself.”
“I’m y/n Ushijima don’t bother me please” I take my seat whilst some pigeon head stares at me. I’m used to it by now. If I show that I’m not interested it’ll just go away.
My manager says it’s not wise to make friends. They’ll only affect the way I perform. “Do you have a problem?” I asked the guy. I can already tell that this is going to be an annoying situation. “No, it’s just that you’re y/n Ushijima and your brother is Wakatoshi Ushijima. Your family is talented!” I don’t even talk to my brother anymore. Not after what happened. “You don’t even know me and you’re already saying that? please stop bothering me” for a short moment he stops bothering me.
“What are you doing for lunch?” ugh this kid. He’s only a hindrance to me “none of your business” he chuckles and answers “I’ll be practising after I eat. I’m in the Volleyball club”
How can anyone play that sport? There’s no emotion in it so how do you enjoy it? ----------------- my manager wants me to stay skinny unlike someone so I have a basic lunch of a pile of lettuce. Sooooo flavourful god I could eat that for the rest of my life.
I should have a little practice area where I can perfect my techniques. My manager gave me some fake ice to practice on. I might be able to practice my pieces as well. I’ll have to make sure no one is watching.
This piece is the one I'm going to win with. The song is Billie Eilish. I don’t wanna be here. Personally, I don’t want to use such a big name but I got this song for me to use. And when I heard it, it just spoke to me. I understand it so that has to be the song I use to win, I need to protect it.
My short program is Shallow by Lady Gaga and my free skate is quite adventurous and I love it. It gives me dangerous vibes, it's just exciting.
Once I’ve put the fake ice down and stretched I put my music on and start. I’m going to practice for the long. My starting position is on the floor and the music starts to play. From a scratch spin to a flip than an l spin, hold, hold. What do I need to be feeling? My face needs to convey emotions.
It’s about being alone, I know that feeling. My brother doesn’t care anymore, my mother and father only want the money I earn. People want the popularity factor, don’t mess up the triple lutz up… I got it.
It’s coming to the end now we’re going from a catch foot layback spin to a crossover spoon then run into a moving l spin. A crouching shotgun into one-handed biellmann spin. And back into the starting position.
“Wah, that was so cool!” someone shouts catching me off guard. “How much did you see?” he can’t see it otherwise he’ll talk and it’ll spread it and spread my song.
“I saw most of it, you skate better than I walk” the owl boy compliments, I make my way off and put the gel onto the skates, making my way over to him. I grab him by his shirt. “You’re from the volleyball club aren’t you” he nods excitedly “I’m the ace!” he calls out. Rolling my eyes I grab his hand and make my way out “That’s nice”
Opening the door I shove him in, “You lost an owl, make sure he doesn’t disturb me again and you owl boy, don’t go spreading what you saw” The team looks shocked at my words “Wait… why are you being mean to him, I’m sure it was an honest mistake” one of the reasons
“An honest mistake? If this gets out my choreography and song will be leaked. That could ruin me and my career. I’m sure you would understand, say it was you and your team. Say someone watched you do a move that no-one has ever seen and it’s meant to distract the opposing team, it’ll be bad if it gets out there before you even perform it once right?” some of them nod “WEll my situation is 10 times worse. I will be ruined if this gets out there. This is why I transferred here in the first place. Who would expect volleyball players to understand though”
“Akaaashi, why did he bring me back” was he not listening. “Don’t be stupid Bokuto-san, why were you there in the first place” is he like the mother of the group or something? “Because I heard music and I got curious” they’ve thrown my game off. I guess I’ll go pack up. “Hang on... Did you come here to your skates? Won’t they break?” the one I presume is Akaashi mentions
“They have gel on them so the blade shouldn’t dull. I’m sorry if I sounded rude but this is important to me. Please keep him under control” we nod at each other before I leave. Did we just understand each other? Gross.
Once I’m out I hide a bit to see what they’re saying. If I were then I’d definitely talk shit. “He was kinda rude wasn’t he?” “He has every reason to be rude for someone like him if it were to be leaked the competition will steal it and claim he copied which would kick him out of the competition. Then like in most cases he’d be dropped by his manager and his reputation will be so bad no one could trust him again.” Damn, I guess we did make an understanding. “I want to see him more” “Bokuto-San you need to respect your boundaries, you wouldn’t want him angry at you” “That’s true” He isn’t going to leave me alone, is he?
