Wind Up, Cool Down
"How about this then, Getou." Suguru's intuition tells him to run while he can. His butt stays planted. "You can come to my practices to give me some friendly advice about my routine, and in exchange, I'll forget about pressing charges for your assault." He beams. "Good deal, right?"
Suguru wants to slap him across the face. "What? You're the one who put your lips on my neck."
"After you punched my arm like a truck. Come on, dude. Do you really want to ruin your hockey career right now? I don't think the sports teams in jail are very good."
"You're a piece of shit," Suguru seethes.
Crystal blue eyes crinkle. "And you've got seven different sticks up your ass, but who's counting?"
Suguru is just a guy trying to recover from unhealed wounds of his past. Satoru is the star of their university figure skating team, embodying everything Suguru wishes he had. So when an unexpected injury brings the hockey team's captain to this supernova of a man, everything he thought he knew about his principles goes ass up.
Alternatively, bratty figure skater Gojo fucks around and finds out ft. college angst and sex in places that aren’t very sanitary.
