Trigger warning, explicit content ahead

Just like what she had promised Ojiro while crying ugly in front of him when he arranged the Harmonica meet and greet, Louise goes back to attending her skating class every weekend since Nagoya.

Even though she didn't have enough sleep during working days, she's always making sure to wake up early to catch up with the train to the ice rink.

First, she's starting the morning with positivity upon entering the building.

"I am back! Gedemet. "

Because Ojiro had enrolled her in a class full of young and skilled skating students, their sensei is always playing Ojiro's Olympic recap on TV as a part of their off-ice training to observe his technique.

But Louise already saw a hundred million of those jumps every time Ojiro brought her to his private trainings, and watching the same rotations only put her in a sleepymus hypnotymus state, snoring on her desk while she ventures into the vast lands of slumberland.

In her yoga class, Louise is quick to question her decisions in life as her bones crack while her sensei bends her like rubber, molding her to do a Y stand and squats.

What am I thinking, promising him to go back to this suffering?

"Okay, Louisia-chan, open your legs wide," her sensei instructed, and she couldn't help but let out a naughty chortle.

"That's easy. I'm used to that."

Her sensei throws her a weird look.

"Okay, next. Let's do a workout that strengthens your knees."

Upon hearing the word knee, Louise gets up abruptly to listen carefully. For the first time, she's suddenly interested into something.

And when it's time to go on ice, she doesn't have enough strength to go on and face another obstacle in life.

Her skating boots laces.

"Ichika!" she claps her hand.

"Hai!" Her classmate is suddenly there in a blink of an eye.

Louise's life might have been hell since she went back to the rink, but her sidekick is always there to help.

She didn't have any plans of befriending people in the rink especially twelve-year-olds but apparently, this elementary kid named Ichika that always clings beside her is her new converted right hand for her mission of world domination and is also serving as her skating boot laces fixer.

"I have the new manga volumes now. I'll lend it to you later,"

"Houtou? Yatta!" She exclaims excitedly.

Her useful side kick deserves a reward. Thank God they have the same taste and hobbies.

"I found a new ice cream shop in the corner too. Let's have ice cream after class,"

"Hai!"

"Okay. Tie the other one,"

"I can't believe it. He's really here!" a teenage girl sitting beside her squeals while watching Ojiro stop by beside the rink's enclosure from doing his routine.

"I know, right?" her friend agrees.

They watch him intently, open-mouthed, while he wipes his sweaty face with a towel while talking to an old man, who is known to be his coach.

She throws a glance at Ojiro from where she's seated. The only thing in the rink that makes her shut up and stay put.

They barely talked, and she hasn't heard from him for almost three weeks.

He's gone to Germany and competed to Zugspitze Trophy and Cup of Milan in Italy which he both won easily just like what she had seen in the news.

And now he's back to the Tokyo Ice Rink Center again for training. She can only get a glimpse of him in the ice rink as he's always making sure to train in the morning every weekend to teach in her class.

Not in a million years she would think of tuning in a sports channel just to catch up with everything what's going on with her cariño.

It only shows how desperate she is.

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