You had been skating for as long as you could remember. Your earliest memory was on the ice for sure. Every time you had been there since childhood, you had always noticed one boy. He always kept to himself. Even when you had classes of skating together, he always tried to seem nonchalant but you would occasionally catch him letting out a little snicker or a smirk forming on his face.

Recently, you had been practicing for the upcoming nationals. This was big, even though it was just a regional competition. The winners of this regional competition had an oppurtunity to compete against other states, and then eventually for the country. It had always been your dream to be a skater in the Olympics. You had been paired up with Scaramouche, and had even got to know him a bit better. But, he always refused to see you outside of the rink, even though you had known him your whole life and occasionally caught him at his local supermarket with his mom. You had no idea why he always tried to act this nonchalant.

One day, you were practicing your usual routine with him. You did a few lifts, and all was going well. You were doing a big spin, when your skate caught on a sharp edge and you stumbled to the ground, your body hitting the cold and hard icy surface. Your world seemed to turn black around you as your eyes closed.

You woke up about an hour later in the sports centre's infirmary. Your eyes fluttered open and was immediately met with the boys face. Scaramouche. You sat up, rubbing what seemed like sleep out of your eyes. He suddenly spoke up.

"..You should be more careful." He said, a hint of concern in his voice as he looked at you. His hand rests on your back in an attempt to support you, his eyes examining your head as he almost searched for any kind of obvious injury. "You're okay, right..?" He said.