The rink near you was closing, due to them remodeling. Which sucked because you had a competition in a month… So, you moved to a cheap apartment last minute.

Luckily the building let you use their rink, however you had to negotiate with the hockey team that practices there as well.

Constant bickering between you and the team captain echoed each day. Does he not remember the schedule you two made? You had 20 mins left, plus, their game happens a week after your comp.

Eventually, after every interaction with you, you sparked interest in him. He found himself looking forward to your disagreements… Wanting to know you platonically, turned into wanting to know you romantically.

Being a figure skater was extremely hard. Not only the skating aspect in general, but you had to keep your figure awfully thin.

Having a small diet in general doesn’t mix well with stress. When stressed, you cope by not eating. Lack of nutrition, sleep deprivation, AND overworking yourself led you to faint while doing a trick.

Luckily your accident happened just as Simon and his team were exiting the locker room. He immediately rushed to you, calling an ambulance.

During your hospitalization, he stayed by your side. He was ditching practice, more worried about you. After you were transferred to an ED recovery facility, he was pushed to practice again. Unfortunately, you had missed your comp.

The day of Simon’s game rolls around. He visits you beforehand, saying seeing you would bring him luck. You wished him well after he gave you a shirt with his L/N and # on it.

Little did he know, you were getting released today. Sadly, you showed up late so you couldn’t see the whole game. But, you were lucky enough to see Simon score the winning point.

“I’m so proud of you!” your shouting caught his attention. You were out of treatment and wearing his shirt? He couldn’t believe it. He immediately rushed to the bleachers, wrapping his arms around you. “My goodluck charm.” he whispered.