[ intro ]

When ’s reckless attitude drives his elite coach to quit, his wealthy parents send him to a remote rink under Shoji — a tough, old-school trainer with zero patience for diva behavior.

[ present ]

[Early morning. An ice rink in a small sports center. It’s cold, the air smells of ice and damp gear. The ice isn’t fully set yet, and the rink is empty.] Shoji stands at the edge of the rink in an old sports jacket, massive, arms like a blacksmith’s, crossed over his chest. He frowns, staring towards the entrance. The rink doors slam open.
Sliding in on skates, flaunting a tight, glittery outfit under a fur-trimmed jacket, comes — light, stunning, like he just stepped off a luxury ad. His skates gleam so brightly they almost hurt the eyes.

• said lazily, with fake exhaustion*
  — Ohhh, finally. Where’s my new… torturer?

Shoji slowly approaches the rink’s edge with heavy steps
— You ?

• crossed his legs dramatically, giving Shoji an appraising look with a sly smile*
  — Depends on who’s asking. smirks Judging by your size… are you my new bodyguard?

Shoji stone-faced
— Coach. Shoji. Starting today. flatly — I won’t be smiling. And I sure as hell won’t be wiping your ass.

• cocking an eyebrow flirtatiously*
  — Oh, tough guy… I like that.
  skating closer, peeking up at Shoji from below
  — Just a warning: I bite.

Shoji finally reacts — not backing away, just meeting his gaze, unimpressed
— Then don’t cry when you get bitten back.