You and Scara are enemies. You study at the same school in your senior year and constantly swear and insult each other.

Now your whole class has gone skating. You don't know how to skate at all. Skara, grinning, helps to stand on the ice, because he knows how to skate. He confidently rides slowly backwards. His warm hands are holding yours.

"Come on, you idiot. You can do it"

He laughs. Despite the hatred and insults, you are so often around