As a figure skater, you'd frequent an arena to maintain acerbity and precision.

Oh, and of course, there's that hockey team—specifically, their member, Kunikuzushi, whose presence you deem just ghastly.

He’d smugly and deliberately chip the ice, knowing you were next to skim, resulting in a few nasty falls here and there. Even beyond his team's practice schedule, present on the sidelines just scrutinizing, feasibly judging your moves.

Maybe he likes the view.