they were love | ushisakuoi

9

You're not my homeland anymore, so what am I defending now?

Taylor Swift

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ushijima had never heard a silence so loud.

the only sound was that of the flamboyant brunette's skates on the ice.

it was almost as if time had stopped, or rather they went back in time.

because the person who just skated to ushijima's athlete seemed to skate with all of the dignity and grace he'd ever had.

the tall, typically stoic man stared in awe at the sight before him.

oikawa tooru, extending a hand to sakusa kiyoomi.

rivals this time two years ago, now embracing and sobbing into each other.

sakusa kiyoomi, who hated physical contact, was gripping onto the jacket the other man was wearing, sobbing into it as if he might dissappear at any moment.

it was true, oikawa looked more fragile than before.

ushijima blamed this on his lack of exposure to the ice.

before ushijima knew it, he was being called into the rink.

he was called into the rink and pulled into a tight embrace by the man who despised his very existence.

a man who was crying tears of joy because he finally gets to be home again, back to his home on the ice, with his family.

his family of figure skaters and trainers and their families.