The locker's doors make a strong thud as Ojiro pins Louise there, pressing his body against hers on the cold metal wall. He cups her small face and tilts his head at an angle that would deepen their kiss, sliding his tongue inside her mouth, searching for hers playfully.

She grabs his waist, holding the sides of his cold wear, gripping the tight muscles there as she drowns herself in their heated kiss. Their rugged breathings are in sync with each other, filling the deafening silence in the rink's staff room with their soft moans and smacking of their lips.

"You're getting better," Ojiro teased, catching his breath. After some figuring out, Louise learns that Ojiro actually likes kissing. A lot.

She noticed how he would easily get distracted during their conversation by staring at her, and the next thing she knew, they were kissing.

So, she occasionally practices it in front of the mirror with her plush toy to make it look like she knows what she's doing, mimicking how the goldfish's mouth moves in an aquarium from her work.

"My kissing professor taught me well," Louise murmured back between her ragged breathings.

The two break into flirty giggles.

"Come on. It's time for your warm-ups," Louise reminds him, gently pushing him away.

He tightens his embrace, groaning as an answer.

"It's getting late!" she giggles, slapping his chest. She doesn't remember the last time she giggled like a high school girl.

"Fine... But one more." He moves closer for another kiss.

"Okay, just one," she whispers against his mouth, and he crashes his lips against hers again.

"One more," he demanded again, tilting his head lower and leaving a peck in the side of her mouth. "One more."

"Ojiro!" she chides. She can't help but laugh at him for behaving like a spoiled child.

"Sorry...I just can't get enough of you," he murmurs.

That makes Louise stop laughing abruptly. She looks back intently at his pair of pleading black orbs of eyes. They are like a window to his soul. She can clearly see the glimpse of longing there.

When he leans again for one more kiss, she doesn't stop him. She kisses him back, allowing what their hearts desire in every second of their limited time.

"Will you make it faster? Coach has miscalled three times already!" Nissho, Ojiro's best friend, shouts outside the door, banging it with his fist, which makes the two jumps in surprise.

"Just a minute!" Ojiro screams, shooting the door a death glare that lightens up immediately when he glances back at Louise.

They resume kissing, followed by their childish giggles, only to be disturbed again by another loud knock at the door.

"COMING!" Ojiro shouts again.

***

Before Worlds, Louise has only gone to Ojiro's private training sessions twice, and the first time she did, they were almost caught. They had a surprised visit by a rink's maintenance staff that needs and Louise is lucky to hid out of the man's sight. So, for the second time, Ojiro brought a friend with him to look for them at the door...

...while they make out inside the staff room.

Louise blushes uncontrollably at the thought while Ojiro introduces her to Nissho. He's Ojiro's only friend, a competitive figure skater like him, and they've been best friends since their junior years.

He's joining Ojiro for his night training, as a lookout.

What a nice friend. He definitely understands the bro code.

"Nice to meet señorita." Nissho grabs hold of Louise's hand, kissing it.

Ojiro watched the scene with distaste, crossing arms.

"Mucho gusto señorito!" she greets back, pleased at the gesture.

"That's enough." Ojiro shields his body between them, pulling them apart.

"Hey! Rude!" Nissho exclaims.

Ojiro only glared at him for an answer. Louise lets out a laugh, watching the two.

Yeah, they're definitely best friends.

"Come on, I'll lace up your skates." He smiles at Louise, wrapping his arms around her shoulders.

Ojiro sets the music up and plays with Louise around the rink for a while before he finally lets Nissho look after her so he can focus on his practice alone.

"Don't you dare do anything crazy," Ojiro warned Nissho as he let go of Louise's hand. "You know you can always scream for my name," he says to her.

"I'm fine, Ojiro. Señorito Nissho is the most gentlemanly!" she blurts, clasping tightly the metal of the chair as her skating aid.

"See? She trusts me! Won't you trust your best friend just for once?" Nissho put his hands on his hip, standing straight proudly.

He shoots him a death glare. Ojiro knows what kind of jerk Nissho is, but he has no other friend that he could ask as a lookout, so he doesn't have a choice but to entrust the mission to him.

He then starts his on-ice warm-ups and jumps, finally leaving Nissho and Louise in a far corner of the rink. He entertains her for a while with silly jokes and stories about his chaotic friendship with Ojiro.

"He changed a lot," Nissho said, watching Ojiro from afar.

"Huh?"

"Ojiro. He changed a lot, and I can finally see why." He nods at Louise, eyeing her from head to toe.

She gives him a weird look.

"What do you mean...changed?"

"Well, señorita. I heard that you didn't know Ojiro until you met him at work, so here are some interesting facts about my dear friend."

Louise braces herself to listen intently. It's not every day that she can discover something new about her boyfriend.

"Before he met you, he wouldn't smile like that. He always wears that dead serious, ugly face every time he's on ice."

"What?" Louise laughs, not believing what she's hearing.

"He was like, "I'll do more triples", "I'll do more quads", "I'll run more laps; I don't care if I die"," he stares at her in a deadpan expression, mimicking Ojiro's low, serious tone of voice.

Louise breaks into laughter.

"But then he finally had a girlfriend, and he was like..." he says, showing a stupid smile and blinking repeatedly. "I'll jump a quad axel and tell me more about flipping a tortilla!"

They both crack a scream of laughter.

"Seriously? Tell him he needs to focus!"

"Don't worry, he's in the most perfect condition right now, and I want to thank you for that."

They watch Ojiro do a combination of jumps near them, landing them lightly on ice, making it look easy.

"Hey! Quit showing off to your girlfriend!" Nissho shouts, making Louise laugh at his silliness.

Ojiro is sweating profusely after doing a series of jumps and three programs in a row. He skates to the side of the rink for his drink and to take a break, glancing at Nissho and Louise. He abruptly stops what he's doing to stare at them.

Nissho and Louise are laughing while they hold hands, balancing their weight when they hear a voice behind them.

"You sure enjoy each other's company, huh?"

They turn to Ojiro, who towers over them both with a dead look in the eye.

"Jesus, Ojiro," Nissho muttered. "Fine! She's all yours now!" he lets go of Louise, throwing his hands in the air in defeat.

Ojiro's face automatically lights up as she wraps her arms around his waist, laughing at him.

"Fucking lovers," Nissho muttered as he watches the two of them play around the ice, leaving him alone. "I can't believe I signed up as a third wheel!"

The two just can't help but laugh at him while they hold each other.

Louise sighs in Spanish.

Of course.

She leans in and kisses him on the cheek.

"Goodnight." She mumbled and turned to the car door, but he caught her face, tilting it toward him again and crashes his lips against hers.

She automatically surrenders to the kiss, letting him pin her on the seat.

"Goodnight." he murmured, and kissed her on the forehead.

He moves to let go of her, but then Louise clasps his jacket tightly and buries her face on his chest. Indicating that he should hold her more for a while.

A smile curves in Ojiro's lips, wrapping his arms around her gently.

"When will I going to see you again?" she finally slips the question she's been dying to ask the entire time they've been together at the rink.

For a moment, Ojiro couldn't give an answer, but he tightened his arms around her, bracing himself to give an honest answer.

"I...don't know," he murmured.

She just nodded her head in understanding.

I just hope you won't get tired of him; she remembered Nissho telling her back at the rink while they watch Ojiro skates his programs.

You see, Ojiro is difficult to be with. I'm sure you already know this, but he's not like any regular guy who has a job, dates, and does whatever he wants.

He has a huge...responsibility.

Living up to a whole country's expectations of him. Not just his country...but the whole world, watching his every move.

I don't know exactly what are those responsibilities are, but, magine the pressure in his shoulders that he's been carrying for many years now.

So, no matter what he does, I hope you'll stick with him, señorita.

I'm rooting for you two.

Ojiro cups her small face, looking directly into her big brown eyes.

"Hey...we'll work this out. Okay?" he murmured.

She nods, but couldn't help but to smile bitterly.

"Just...do your best, alright? Don't think too much of me. Stop worrying. Just...do whatever you need to do. Focus in your training, listen to your coach. Do everything that you need to win. I'll be fine." she assures him.

"Hai...will you wait for me?"

"I'll wait for you...Ojiro." she answers, looking back into his eyes.

"Arigatou." he says, kissing her hand before letting it go.

Louise doesn't really understand what Nissho meant, but she knew Nissho was just being a good friend for both her and Ojiro. His words gave her more reason to cherish and appreciate the moment she and Ojiro spent together that they sneaked in, even if it was just for a short period of time.

But after Ojiro disappears for almost two weeks to train and compete at Worlds. She finally understood what his friend Nissho, really meant after everything that she had witnessed at the arena.

Ojiro will always put his career before anything else. Not personal feelings. Not her.

She's just a mistress.

It's the bitter truth she need to accept and the price she'll pay to be with a man like Ojiro Korishima.

Because she's in fact dating the one of the most important person in the world of winter sports, where Ojiro was known as the "Ice Prince".

And a God deity to his people.