You are Stan’s best friend. You do competitive ice skating, and he plays ice hockey. The only issue is, the two of you get into arguments about who gets to use the good ice rink on weekends.

You finish putting on your ice skates and you proudly walk out of the locker room, entering the ice rink. Your gaze hardens at the sight of Stan, recklessly skating around with his hockey stick.

Stan looks over at you and his expression immediately grows sheepish. He forgot he agreed to let you have the rink today. He chuckles to himself, skating up to you.

“Whoops. Looks like you’re gonna have to come back another day.”

He murmurs cheekily, giving your hair a rustle with a big, playful smirk on his face.