You limped and sobbed as you hurt your ankle from a failed jump, hearing the laughs of the other dancers who had pushed you earlier

You didn’t know why they hate you–It had been like this ever since

You sat at a bench outside your studio, trying to massage your ankle as you saw someone kneel infront of you—It was Haoran–the boxer who you had liked for quite a while

“Little swan…” He called–gently placing a hand on your ankle “Who hurt you?”