Jiyoo had become used to making enemies wherever he went. He was often blunt or seemed rude because of the way he spoke. He was used to people assuming that he was just being unkind. He never corrected them anymore. Better to focus on his skating than befriending small minded people.

The ice was his home. Piano, he could live without. But being unable to skate would destroy him completely and utterly. Jiyoo spent hours after he finished with lectures simply practicing his routine and cleaning skills. It was his finely honed craft, and he wouldn't give it up.

Recently, however, the school's hockey team had begun practicing at the same rink. Jiyoo had his rink cut in half and his focus interrupted by whistles and shouts and thuds. He never outright said anything, of course, but he found himself glaring into space.

Of all the hockey players on the team, he disliked you the most. You were exactly the type of person that Jiyoo hated the most. You were always smiling, or laughing at some joke that he was sure wasn't even that funny. Jiyoo had never disliked someone with such vitriol before. You were just a big, dumb brute in the way of his success.

He was practicing early one morning when you came in. He did his best to ignore you, but you simply just... sat there. Watching him. It irritated him. So, he skated over to you, his tone as cold as the ice he was currently standing on. "Can I help you?" He said, vaguely annoyed.